The black-faced man hugged his fist from afar,

"Little brother, my brother's surname is Bi, Bishan's Bi, my name is Biyi, we'll see you in Bafanglou in a while!"

It seems that the guys from the dark sea like the dishes in Bafanglou, uh, of course, it may be that they like to give Niu Lanqi a face.

"Brother Bi?" Zhao Zheng smacked his lips, why does this name sound a little strange, "Where is there any good wine in Bafang Building, Qingquan Mountain is still Uncle Wen's home brew, go back and take you to a good place, as for now——"

"Wow, I'll suck your mother's Liu Renjun, I've put up with you for a long time, pout your cheeks for the master hahaha!!"

"Boom~"

He was stunned to watch the current theoretical supreme commander of the garrison rampaging through the center of the battlefield, his face covered in cold sweat.

You, you... Mingguang doesn't care about this kid? That's irresponsible, isn't it?

Before he could finish his sigh, he saw a man with a man in his armpit and a half-ton mighty rooster on his head, rumbling through the edge of the battlefield, and disappeared into an alley with a puff of smoke.

Pi Yi: "......"

Isn't it true that you Mingguang people have always been so casual? It's a war! Anyway, be serious!

On the contrary, the three-hundred-meter blood corpse giant was almost beaten into rags, and he still had the heart to observe the situation outside the field, and he didn't know which eye saw Lord Sanhuang, and the blood corpse giant roared hard,

"That chicken, that's what! Why do I feel the breath of a warlock in it, this can't be, this can't be..."

Zhao Zheng said while tearing off half of Liu Renjun's head,

"Oh, the switch, the kind that can directly contact the warlock uncle by pressing the switch, isn't it very frightened, is it very buggy, is it not very backdoor, you know, Mingguang people have always been very good at going through the back door."

The Bloodcorpse Giant was silent,

"Then you Mingguang people have a really strong taste."

"I'm going to your mother's, and you still want to have a little skin with the little master??"

What followed was two heavy punches of at least half a ton equivalent by General Zhao Zheng.

The skeletons on Liu Renjun's skull collapsed, but he smiled very happily,

"Hahaha, a chicken? A... Live chickens?? The spatial fluctuations here are already like a mess, you actually found a living creature, do you want to act as an anchor, you are simply ignorant and ridiculous, hahaha~"

Zhao Zheng jumped up and down on Liu Renjun's head,

(Damn, where the hell did this neuropathy grow its mouth?) ）

Didn't find a mouth.

Zhao Zheng had no choice but to repay the almighty and righteous sneer,

"So, it's time to perform the real technique!"

...

The person sent to find the warlock was almost paralyzed, but Ah Lie and Secretary Qin gave Mingguang a surprise—although it didn't feel so reliable.

On the highest gate building of the second wall, Allie looked strangely at Ye Ming, who came out of nowhere,

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Ye Ming didn't care about the way,

"Don't worry, it won't hurt this chicken, isn't it the more miserable it screams, the faster the warlock uncle comes?"

Ah Lie and Qin Yuanfeng looked at each other.

They had only heard that Lord Warlock could be summoned through Sanhuang, and Lin Chou had done so more than once, as for the specific operation process-please, Lord Sanhuang did not have an operation manual attached to him.

So much so that Allie couldn't help muttering,

"Why don't you have an instruction manual?"

Poor Lord Sanhuang was hung upside down on the city gate tower with chicken wings tied behind his back, his golden pupils were not angry and arrogant, and of course he would still let out a few embarrassing cries from time to time.

After all, Lord Sanhuang's weight has greatly exceeded the conventional tonnage, and this upside-down posture is quite unfriendly to fat people.

However!

No one!

No one in this world can offend the supreme majesty of Lord Sanhuang!

emmmm, except for a few times when Lin Chou almost stewed Sanhuang into a crockpot, Sanhuang has never seen anyone who dares to touch his own fingers.

"Oh~oh~"

Mistress Sanhuang suddenly screamed - because some guy had plucked out several of the longest of its oily and slippery tail feathers.

Ye Ming pinched a few chicken feathers, and suddenly became a little embarrassed,

"Hmm..."

"This thing..."

"How the hell should you summon it??"

There were a lot of people present, but not to mention the high-end operation of summoning warlocks with chicken feathers, we are all honest to the point that we have never even used chicken feathers as arrows!

What is the summoning?

Don't make a fuss, we don't know...

It took a long time before a guy who often messed around on Yanhui Mountain said loudly,

"I've heard people say that when Boss Lin summoned the warlock, he rubbed the chicken feathers with his hand, and then loudly said that he was going to stew Sanhuang, uh, occasionally he seemed to have made a noise about stewing the warlock... And then Uncle Warlock poofed and arrived..."

Everyone looked at this fourth-order alienant called Wang Xiancheng.

Stewed three yellows?

Stewed Warlock?!

Ye Ming looked up at the sky, what did you say lightly!

Damn, suddenly I regretted taking on such a thankless job.

Ye Ming has been in the base city for so long, and he is the son of General Ye, if he wants to be rich and powerful, if he really lacks something...

Well, in short, most of the people present now think that this guy may be lacking some luck.

(It's obviously a great opportunity to grab credit, why did it become the ghost it is now?) ）

Ye Ming is 10,000 don't understand or understand.

His expression was bitter...

Ah no...

Ye Ming stood on the top of the city gate tower with a sad face.

No one knows why he stands so high, maybe he thinks that the signal will be slightly better when he stands high and summons?

Ye Ming held the chicken feathers in the palm of his hand and slowly began to rub them.

Before he rubbed for a while, Ye Ming felt that his palms were already soaked with sweat.

(Why am I a little scared, Ben, General Ben is obviously shining in order to save Mingguang, I, I, I, all evils retreat!!) ）

Ye Ming frantically encouraged himself, and finally raised his hand to throw the crumpled feathers high,

"Come out, Uncle Warlock~"

The crowd of onlookers sprayed the ground.

The voice of this goods is simply feminine, just like the cat's spring sound that the girls with half-closed doors in the flower willow alley will only make when soliciting customers.

"Click"

Wet feathers fell to the ground.

A bleak cold wind blew and nothing happened.

Ye Ming waited for a long time, and said with a solemn expression,

"Otherwise, let's come with another person, Uncle Warlock may not match my aura."

Everyone was like a great enemy, and they all took a few steps back.

your yards!

We don't match Uncle Warlock's aura either!

You're a good fit!

Your whole family and Uncle Warlock's aura are very compatible!

The guy named Wang Xiancheng kindly made a suggestion,

"Ye Dashao, it's wrong for you to do this, it's wrong, you have to rub the chicken feathers while saying that you want to stew Sanhuang and Lord Warlock, be fierce, I believe your acting skills are online!"

Ye Ming was so angry that his head buzzed.

This is not a problem of acting skills being offline, this is simply a problem of guts not being online, okay!

Ye Ming glanced at the people around him resentfully, and the people who were swept by his gaze either looked up at the sky, or grinned with threats on their faces.

In the end, Ye Ming, who is in his forties this year and is still known as Ye Dashao, took a deep breath and rubbed the chicken feathers in his hands viciously,

"The sky is above, the thick soil has not been seen, today I Ye Ming, cut the head of the chicken for the Mingguang base city and burn yellow paper..."

Wang Xiancheng was stunned,

"No, what did Ye Da Shao say!"

Ale thought for a moment,

"I don't know much about things in the field of metaphysics, but I guess Ye Dashao should want to be more solemn, right?"

Everyone nodded thoughtfully.

The muscles on Ye Ming's face were trembling, and his expression could be said to be quite hideous, he seemed to be out of his mind.

"A good three-yellow chicken, fried, fried, fried, grilled, stewed, wine and meat through the intestines of the Buddha's heart, I am special..."

With every nonsense, Ye Ming viciously plucked a long feather from Lord Sanhuang's tail.

How many long feathers can a chicken have?

After a while, Lord Sanhuang's majestic tail turned into a bald scoop...

Lord Sanhuang's screams have also changed from deafening to nonchases - it seems that the spirit of the whole chicken has dissipated with the plucked tail hair, and it looks like it is loveless.

(Once upon a time, my Sanhuang Lord was also a super handsome chicken with vigorous hair, and now, I am so bald!) ）

Ye Ming pulled out a machete with a "swoop",

"Success or failure, in one fell swoop!!"

Everyone was shocked.

"Damn, don't you really want to cut this thing!"

"This, this, when did Ye Dashao become so bold?"

"What if the warlock didn't come after the cut..."

Boom!

A bolt of lightning swept away the dragon and snake, almost splitting the dark yellow sky in two, and even the surging corpse clouds were directly torn apart, and they never closed for a long time.

Everyone was stunned, they just seemed to hear the iconic "poof" sound.

"Uncle Warlock is here!"

"But... Where is it..."

"Let Jean, let Jean, you are blocking my sight~"

A gray giant vortex portal that was somewhat similar to the Fog Nightmare Portal spread out behind Ye Ming at some point.

Ye Ming turned his head stiffly - because he felt an unprecedented murderous aura, and his heart was cold.

Before he could say anything, his eyes were dark, and he was directly swept backwards by a torrent.

"Jingle Bell... Cracking sound... Whoa..."

All sorts of strange sounds pierced the dimensional wall along with the strange objects in the portal.

If you are a little farther away, you can naturally see what is washing Ye Ming away:

Pale skeletons, including but not limited to skulls, spine, leg bones.

The unusually red armor-like object seems to be the exoskeleton of some creature.

A large glowing clatter and the air around it seemed to freeze into ice as the pincers opened and closed.

Yo, coincidentally, Uncle Warlock's head also rolled out with this rag of about 100 cubic meters...

In the tatters piled up all over the city wall, Uncle Warlock only took more than ten seconds to find all his parts and install them, very professional and very skilled.

There was blood-colored ghost fire burning in his hollow eyes, and Uncle Warlock's voice was hoarse as usual.

"What did you, Lord Sanhuang, do!!"

Even if he is hoarse, everyone can feel the anger of the warlock uncle from inside,

"Who are you, you actually dare to offend the honorable Lord Sanhuang!!"

Seeing that if he didn't say a word, Ye Ming would be wiped out - even worse than the ashes - join the warlock, Uncle didn't get angry and killed him directly, but gently touched Ye Ming's dog's head.

"Oh~☈" Sanhuang, who was hanging upside down in the city gate building, let out a weak cry, and extinguished the warlock's anger in time.

This made the warlock anxious, and hurriedly put down Sanhuang, and let out a series of exclamations,

"Oh my God, miserable, lost all conscience!"

"Lord Sanhuang, are your feet swollen? I'm bald..."

"Ahh Damn it... It's all bleeding!! ”

The warlock clawed with his sleeves full.

Unfortunately, his sleeve space never had anything of economic value to the Warlock himself.

"I want a bottle of Demon Plant Essence."

Who would dare not give?

Almost everyone standing on the gate tower had at least two bottles in their hands!

After Lord Sanhuang drank the essence of the demon plant, his physical strength bar was quickly replenished, and he pecked Ye Ming out of the garbage heap with a stretch of his neck.

Ye Ming stood there with a shrunken face, and said to the warlock,

"Uh... Well... Warlock Uncle I..."

Who knew that Lord Sanhuang would squeeze the warlock away with a single ass.

Uncle Warlock let out a piercing smile like an old owl, and squatted down honestly with his hands in his cuffs, his eyes blazing.

San Huang tilted his head and stared at Ye Ming's eyes with golden eyes.

“......”

Ye Ming swore - he had just seen a series of complex emotions, including murderous aura, and a close-up of a variety of death methods from a chicken's eyes.

"Pak~"

A bare chicken butt slapped heavily on Ye Ming's face.

“......”

San Huang scraped the ground with his chicken paws, kicking the ravaged and unshapeable feathers in front of Ye Ming.

“......”

Ye Ming's brain is running wildly:

What does this mean, what does this mean, don't patronize and watch the excitement, what does this chicken mean!

Sanhuang glanced back at Ye Ming, and then said "oh oh oh" to the warlock.

The warlock nodded again and again,

"Uh-huh!"

"Understood~"

"I fully understand, don't worry, Lord Sanhuang~"

Everyone: "......"

You're numb to a wheat husk!

Is it that as long as you have been with the boss of Yanhui Mountain Forest for a long time, anyone can magically master a foreign language? ?

Uncle Warlock pointed at Ye Ming,

"Lord Sanhuang is on top, the old man said, you have to put the feathers on its tail back now."

Ye Ming thought about it for a long time, and suddenly found that this was a declarative sentence!

So he asked tremblingly,

"That's... What if it's not good..."

Rumble~

A puff of flame blew open Uncle Warlock's hood, and the Silver Flame Beauty danced pole dance in the flames, holding Uncle Warlock's two corners.

The power of the Silver Flame Beauty's dancing posture is huge, and for a while, there was silence on the city gate building, and everyone was busy admiring this Silver Flame Beauty who resembled Wei Qingyu.

The flames that represented the warlock's mental fluctuations rolled in overlapping waves, blowing the corpse cloud to the ground.

"(づ ̄3 ̄)づ╭❤~" Uncle Warlock's emoji is online, "Have you heard a sentence?" ”

"What, what are you talking about..."Ye Ming seemed to grasp a life-saving straw.

Uncle Warlock's blurred, virtual face made of gray mist actually had an expression, and he said with a smile,

"If you're well, it's a sunny day! If you are not well, it is a storm, rain, haze, hail, sandstorm, meteor shower!! ”