The butcher looked down on the children of the family from the bottom of his heart, and he liked the man who could roll in the corpse. Mo Lan is an exception, he has never regarded Mo Lan as a child of the family, and in the butcher's heart, Mo Lan is the god of the entire heavenly killing.

"Yes. Mo Zhan replied loudly, he had somewhat comprehended the style of heaven killing from the butcher's performance just now. Although Mo Zhan's military posture is still incompatible with Heavenly Killing, the soldiers who have fought on the battlefield have some similar temperament, and Mo Zhan's performance reluctantly made the butcher accept this new recruit.

"Attack me!" ordered the butcher, his training beginning at this point. Mo Zhan was slightly stunned, he didn't understand what the butcher meant for a while, and his expression was a little hesitant and he just wanted to open his mouth to ask. The butcher didn't hesitate, and a few black blades suddenly burst out between his palms, quickly making the empty eyes useless.

And the blood and evil aura contained in the sword were actually taken by Mo Zhan's mind for a while. When Mo Zhan felt the pain, the sword was gone.

"I repeat, there must be no hesitation or wavering in obeying orders. If you carry out your orders like this, how can you expect your subordinates to obey your orders unconditionally? How do you command the Heaven Killing Operation? Next time you get out of the Heaven Kill!"

The butcher carried the floating butcher knife dripping with blood, glared at Mo Zhan and shouted.

"Yes. Mo Zhan ignored the blood marks all over his body, and replied loudly with pain. From the butcher's knife, he saw stability, viciousness, ferocity, precision, speed, and his own direction. Mo Zhan's heart was full of excitement, but he was sure that under the butcher's knife, that Lian Qiong would not have a chance to release his spiritual power, and he seemed to have seen himself slash Lian Qiong under the knife.

The butcher looked at Mo Zhan with satisfaction, covered in blood, with an inexplicable smile on his face. Nodding secretly in his heart, only such a state can be integrated into his training, and only in this state can he be qualified to command the Heavenly Killing Operation.

"Attack me. With the butcher's shout. Mo Zhan didn't hesitate any longer, and out of nowhere, he took out his remnant knife and threw it at the butcher.

Floating with the wind at the enthronement ceremony, after issuing a call to summon the remnants of the East. More and more can be seen on the streets of the Chinese Empire, with black-haired Oriental relics, and the abnormal growth of the population has caused the housing prices in the imperial capital to soar.

At this time, many of the indigenous people sold their properties and relocated to various small towns outside the imperial capital to become local small wealthy people. The exclusive avenue of the four major families has long been abolished by the order of Dong Lao of the Ministry of Rites. Four avenues completely link the streets of the imperial capital, large and small.

People can move freely on it, and there is no distinction between nobility, planes, or races. The current imperial capital only retains a royal road that idlers cannot step on, which is the widest and longest road in the imperial capital, the imperial road leading to the imperial palace, and this imperial road can only be stepped on by the emperor, the emperor's army and ministers.

Originally belonging to the prime minister's family, the street was originally clean and quiet, but now it is also full of shops. In addition to humans, there are also intelligent races that come and go in and out of the shops on both sides of the street. With these non-human races in place, nothing seems to be able to make people feel strange anymore. But at this time. A pair of pedestrians in the middle of the street makes people feel very funny, and it can be regarded as a bit strange in the plain.

A bald head, a short man, a half-naked upper body, and a **** upper body. The bald head is better, the body is at least half covered with a long shirt, and only a string of large beads hanging around the neck makes people feel a little dazzling. And the short man is now the most popular and swaggering dress, **** upper body. Waist tiger skin.

The dwarf Dekkney looked at the people around him with some weakness, and touched Beichen beside him. "Bald donkey, why do you say they are looking at us like that? Haven't you seen a dwarven warrior and a bald donkey? It's not the first time we've passed through this street. ”

"Amitabha, to see is not to see, not to look is to see. It's not that their eyes are strange, it's that your heart is upset. Beichen stood on his chest with one hand, stopped and sang the Buddha horn and continued to walk. He now seems to be immune to the "bald donkey".

Dekney was obviously frightened by Beichen, grabbed his messy brown hair, and muttered, "My heart is in turmoil? Could it be that I am hallucinating due to my confusion? ”

"Mom's uncle's head is so bright. Why do you put oil on your head? The dwarves around him are so cute, and they like to wear their upper bodies just as much as their brothers. ”

"Little Jack, don't be like those who dress up in strange shapes. The woman next to the child looked around, pointed to her head and whispered, "Bald and **, it's them who have a problem here." ”

"Oh, I know Mom, they're fools. Although the voice of the conversation between mother and son on the side of the road was not loud, it still reached Derkney's ears, "Bald donkey, I'm confused? I'm confused! If you don't look, you don't watch? ”

Beichen seemed to have not heard the shouting of Dekeni behind him, and continued to move forward with the Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, his emotions becoming more and more peaceful. On weekdays, Rickeny's stimulation will no longer make Beichen feel the slightest anger, and his voice is no different from the wind in Beichen's ears. On the contrary, under the influence of Beichen's peaceful atmosphere, Dekkney will always feel a little more guilty inexplicably.

The dwarf Dekeni didn't care if Beichen listened or not, and muttered beside him. It's just that his voice is getting weaker and weaker, because the guilt in his heart is getting stronger and stronger. Dirkney felt inexplicably in his heart that his words were so disgusting that they were simply unbearable.

The guilty dwarf Dekeni was uneasy, and the sound of the Buddhist scriptures in his ears made his heart tickle, and he secretly swore an oath, "Damn bald donkey, if I come out with you in the future, I will not be a dwarf warrior, but a dwarf warrior." "In the Fighting Spirit Continent, the race that dwarves look down on the most is the dwarf.

Not long after Dekeney was silent, a figure was thrown out of the courtyard by the side of the road like garbage. Beichen shouted a Buddha horn, and with a wave of his long sleeves, he stopped the figure flying in the air. The person who was stopped by Beichen seemed to be in shock, and sat in the middle of the road and started to start. "Amitabha, may I ask this benefactor, what happened and why was he thrown out of the courtyard?"

The voice containing the Dharma awakened the man's mind, and his mood was obviously terrible, "What happened? What can you do if you bald man know?" As he spoke, the black-haired Oriental got up from the ground, patted his messy clothes, and walked away dementedly, muttering, "Let's go, let's go, go back." ”

Beichen took a few steps forward and stopped the robed Oriental, "Amitabha, what happened? ”

Dirkney squatted on the ground boredly and counted the ants, and scolded in his heart, "Damn bald donkey, experience red dust? Hell, this is the first time? I've just finished helping someone find a child, so I'm afraid I'm going to have to help someone fight again.

The dwarven warriors are doing such nonsense, God, punish this bald donkey!" )