"The commander has arrived, so you can tie up your hands and save yourself too much suffering. ”

The corpse puppet leader in black armor stood proudly and landed in the alley, his face was quite distinctive, and it was easy for people to remember, especially a black mole the size of a fingernail under the corner of his mouth was extremely eye-catching, and he had an obscene temperament out of thin air.

However, tens of thousands of years have wiped out all good and evil. A face that should have been annoying, now it seems that there is no joy or sorrow, and the expression is indifferent. His voice is clean and clear, and although it is tied, it does not contain any good or evil or prejudice, as if telling an insignificant truth.

looked at the four people in front of him boringly, he didn't care what kind of story the other party had, or how powerful it was.

Not as strong as him anyway.

He's a tier!

This is the capital of his waywardness.

There are 40 million people in the country of corpse puppets, which is really a lot. But say less...... That's very little, indeed.

Ninety thousand years ago, he was already a powerful earth-level master, and if it weren't for the fact that he was a corpse puppet, he might have been able to go further.

Of course, it is meaningless to say this now, but as an old cadre who has been in the country for 90,000 years, although he does not dare to say that he knows everyone in the corpse puppet country, but those who are really powerful and have backgrounds, he can tell their eighteen generations of ancestors one by one with his eyes closed.

Without him, only familiarity.

That's it, 90,000 years of loneliness is difficult for ordinary people to understand, in order to kill time, he doesn't have anything to do, and several ancestors play.

The corpse puppet country is a broken place, after 90,000 years, there are not many people, not many houses, and even his small treasury is not much, and it is interesting to count other people's ancestors.

I don't know the day I counted and suddenly found, wow, it turns out that we are all the same ancestor, oops, the truth is amazing.

This is a pleasure that ordinary people cannot experience, because they do not have a life that cannot be changed for 90,000 years and everything else.

It was such a long time, and the black-armored soldiers who had fallen to the ground had already stood up, and when they saw the corpse puppet commander in front of them, they didn't say anything, they stood silently to the side, and their eyes were staring fiercely at the four Zhuang Ming.

After being a soldier for 90,000 years, it was really embarrassing to be beaten by others for the first time. The most unacceptable thing is that there is a dark feeling in my heart.

How can this work?

Although Lao Tzu is just a big soldier and has been a soldier for 90,000 years, Lao Tzu is also dignified, how can he be beaten by you, it's all an illusion, you must have made me have an illusion.

The soldiers' eyes grew even more resentful as they looked ahead.

Zhuang Ming was a little inexplicable, looking at the eyes of the opposite side as if he was killing his father's enemy, he felt empty in his heart. There's a little bit of cowardice, a fight or something, it's too untechnical, and he generally disdains to participate. But if there is a fight to be fought, he will definitely not coax it.

But these people stood opposite and looked at themselves with resentful eyes, numb, complaining, and angry, but they couldn't pick up the bricks and shoot them to death one by one, this feeling of helplessness is really difficult to describe.

Anyway, now Zhuang Ming wants to squat in the corner and smoke a cigarette, recalling the youth that was once beautiful but has passed away after all.

Zhuang Ming blinked helplessly, looked at the corpse puppet leader's cold expression, and resisted the urge to pick up the shoehorn and fall on the other party's face.

"Zhuang name?"

A soft, crisp voice interrupted Zhuang Ming's somewhat nervous thoughts.

He subconsciously shook his head, surprised by the nonsensical thoughts he had just made, and on the other hand, he was secretly refreshed by these thoughts.

"Could it be that this is the real me?"

Zhuang Ming thought wildly in his heart, in the past sixteen years, he had lived too depressed in this world, and the feeling of being separated from this world had always kept him in a special state.

To put it simply, it's actually hypocrisy.

Ya, as a promising young man born in the new century, where do you have so many cranky thoughts?

It's like this anyway, what's the hypocrisy. Speaking of which, he is only 'sixteen years old' now, and as a young man in the prime of his life, he is about to usher in the best years of his life. Is it just a dead life?

How can it be?

How can it!

Zhuang Ming secretly clenched his fists, looking at the five soldiers who were glaring at him on the other side, his heart was extremely unhappy, and he blurted out subconsciously.

"What are you looking at!"

After these words, Zhuang Ming had an indescribable sense of pleasure, as if he was in a boundless world, his mind and body were happy, every pore was like tasting the most beautiful delicacy in the world, and everything in front of him was smiling at him.

Nothing else, it's just cool!

That's how it should be, if you're not happy, you will be scared.

Anyway, if you don't scare, the other party doesn't plan to let go of yourself.

That's hypocritical.

It is not the attitude that determines the outcome, but the strength.

It is not luck that determines strength, but mentality.

Zhuang Ming had a new understanding in his heart, and he even felt that his cultivation had improved a lot, if he couldn't beat the corpse puppet soldiers opposite, he would ...... Of course, I can't beat it now.

But!

He won't be watching from the sidelines like he used to be.

This is important.

The so-called Bright Sword Spirit is what it says.

If he was like an elegant cat before, then now, if someone treats him badly and tries to hurt him or the people around him, he will become a crazy dog.

Whoever is afraid of whom, will be scared!

When Zhuang Ming was still glaring at the soldiers opposite, Zhou Yun on the side, Lian Xiao and Zhao Xue'er were shocked. They looked at Zhuang Ming in amazement.

The god-like 'what are you worried about' made them feel like they knew the name of the village for the first time. They looked at Zhuang Ming with an unusually surprised expression.

The look in his eyes seemed to say, 'I didn't expect you to be such a name.' ’

The scorching eyes made Zhuang Ming subconsciously turn his head, looking at Zhou Yun and the three of them, Zhuang Ming's face turned red.

He didn't know why he suddenly 'figured it out', but in the face of such hot eyes, he couldn't help but be 'shy' for a while.

"Looks like you're trying to resist. ”

At this time, the corpse puppet commander suddenly spoke, and the sentence "What are you worried about" just now seemed to be a challenge to him. Although he didn't care, the other party had already decided to resist. He had no choice but to take action and clean up these people.

Zhuang Ming looked at the corpse puppet leader as if he was in control of their life and death power, and he felt extremely unhappy in his heart, and he didn't talk nonsense, so he looked at the corpse puppet leader and ran the exercises.

In the left eye, a vortex appeared in the depths of the pupil, and a butterfly seemed to travel through time and space, coming from a dream.

"Butterfly, Dream Control!"

This is the attitude of Zhuang Ming, if you want to fight, you will fight, not pretentious.