Chapter 184 is stacked on top of each other, stacking mountains and mountain buildings

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For some reason, although the general stood in front of Yin Huai, he did not resist the slightest pressure for him, he seemed to be unwilling to care about such idle matters, and it seemed that he was waiting for something. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, even if the general didn't say anything, where is Aunt Namei a ruthless person, seeing this scene, of course she wants to say something to stop this battle without suspense.

"The little bureau master has to deal with a little boy, and he is not afraid of losing face. This is a damning statement, even the little bureau master is also a face-saving person, after all, there is a building behind him, Bao'er Building.

The little bureau master should have said something, but he didn't even know how to speak, and he didn't say anything.

Not speaking does not mean that there is nothing to say, and sometimes not speaking can also represent his attitude.

It's just that the little bureau master doesn't like others to talk nonsense there, and another gust of wind blows, but this wind comes from the little bureau master, and it is no longer cool and slow, and there is a faint feeling of burning and bursting.

It looked like it was just a random whirlwind of wind.

asked Aunt Mei to do everything she could to block it, a dim light flashed, and Aunt Mei had an extra small flower umbrella in her hand, and the small flower umbrella was swaying in the wind, so pitiful.

The general finally moved, and at some point, the general came to the small flower umbrella that was swaying in the wind, the wind stopped, the umbrella was no longer swaying, and the general revealed Aunt Mei's somewhat embarrassed delicate body behind him.

However, the general did not look back at Aunt Mei, because there were more important things to pay attention to there.

Speaking of the invincible little master, he saw that there was a smiling general missing in front of him, and he also knew that the wind in the place where he couldn't see stopped stopping, but those were not important things.

He just knew that the general was gone, and there was less between himself and the young man, and the little bureau was very attentive when he killed people, so he naturally wouldn't turn to his own attention to another person, on the one hand, he knew that the person who went away was just a lazy and useless general, and the lazy and useless general would not stop himself from killing a small young man with an inconspicuous reputation, and a young man would die when he died, except for those so-called chivalrous righteous men who were almost extinct, where would anyone really care?

On the other hand, after all, there is a small building standing behind him, where will the people in the building be afraid of a little general, and where will the people in the building let go of a little boy who has lost a little face.

No, and no, it can't.

Therefore, no matter what the little bureau master does if he kills a person, he will lose face, and if he bullies a teenager, he will lose face, and people will always kill him.

What the little bureau is thinking about now is how to kill.

It's good to cut it in two, it's good to break it with a stick, and it's good to pierce the heart with an arrow.

But not the best.

It is best to cut with a thousand knives, it is best to kill with a stick, and it is best to fire ten thousand arrows at once.

It's best if you are tortured and then die.

The little bureau never worries about the means of killing, the building often has to slaughter some livestock, often has to kill some people, the little bureau master sees more pigs running, and eats too much pork.

Murder is also a matter of technique.

The little bureau master made a decision in his heart, so he was about to kill.

Yin Huai saw the little bureau's method of killing, but he was not dead yet, because what the little bureau wanted was for him to die slowly.

So Yin Huai saw a dim light, which was a red candle.

The little bureau master is the oil candle bureau in the four divisions and six bureaus in the Cai Jiabao'er Building, since it is the oil candle bureau, the natural cultivation path cannot escape the oil candle.

Xiao Juye started his own path of cultivation, and Yin Huai saw a little candlelight rising from him.

In the daytime, where will the ordinary candlelight have any dazzling brilliance?

But how could the candlelight that the little bureau master summoned from nowhere be the candlelight of ordinary people, and the swaying one actually had the meaning of snatching the glory of the sun.

On the path of cultivation, the little bureau master who held an oil candle in his hand often laughed at an old genius who wrote a candle in the west window in a small country in the south, laughing at him for not knowing how to have fun in time, and thinking hard about those things that should be forgotten buried in the dust.

If a person is always obsessed with those irreversible pasts, how can he grasp the rare spring of the present?

Therefore, the little bureau always called the oil candle he was holding in his hand as the East Gate candle.

The east gate candle does not learn the west window candle, and the snow does not see the west window.

Overlapping mountains, overlapping candles.

A candle turned into countless candles, and a little light made a piece of light.

There is no road in Yin Huai's eyes, only candlelight, one is not scorching, but two, three, countless candles are connected, then it is no longer scorching, it can already cover the sky and the sun.

Yin Huai was no longer in the Daimyo's Mansion, and he couldn't see the courtyard of the General's Mansion not far away, and he couldn't even look back at the way he came.

There was only candlelight in front of him.

Yin Huai seemed to have come to the grassland where thousands of flowers bloomed and connected into a red sea that day.

It's just that the saffron swaying in the wind was delicate and beautiful that day, but today it is a stack of candle flames.

After all, it is not a natural vision, the sea of red flowers on the grassland of the Huajia family is still a hundred years of accumulation after all, and the candlelight lake in front of it is just the pen of a person's cultivation for many years.

It's terrifying, but it's still nowhere near as dangerous as it was that day.

But the danger is only relative, after all, there was a Xia He who didn't know how much higher than Yin Huai that day, and even Yin Huai, who was now blocked in his cultivation path, could not be compared.

Such a danger is enough to kill Yin Huai.

Yin Huai has never been a person who sits and waits for death like that.

Fortunately, there was always a knife by his side, a knife that has been there since then.

At that time, the knife was still called a long knife.

Let your candlelight be monstrous, and I will break it with a knife.

The candlelight pulled the lead, and it actually made that overlapping gesture, stacking into a mountain.

Or rather, a building.

Bao'er Building has three floors, and the first floor is a heavy mountain.

There is an illusory shadow of a building in the candlelight, but not the famous Bao'er Building?

Xiao Juye seemed to deliberately want Yin Huai to look more carefully, so the candlelight was brighter, and the phantom of the building was also fluttering, and it seemed that it was about to be pressed.

The figure of the little bureau master was hidden behind the candlelight, and he was also in the illusory building.

All Yin Huai saw was the phantom shadow of the building and countless candlelight, as for the others, the other scenes were actually blinded by the little master's use of some small magical powers, but the cultivators of the third realm had such magical powers, but they could not be called the name of the little grandmaster.

Yin Huai was about to die, burned to death by countless candlelight, burned clean, and crushed the small building to death, crushed to pieces.

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