Dark Blood Age

Chapter 370: The Legend of One Person

The Masked Nine squad succeeded in handing over the treatment they received in front of the Golden Armor women to this powerless group of small citizens.

What they see, what they take, they fill their pockets like they're doing a trivial little thing.

The skinny masked man grabbed a woman's ass and then laughed and watched the woman run in shock and hit one of the other masked men's shields in panic.

No one dares to come out to stop the masked man's evil behavior, as if it were a covenant, more like a “process” that does not know how many years have been practiced, the violent person is numb, and the abused person is numb.

In this jungle city, in the masked districts, in different places, the same scene continues to be played.

The women were dragged into the shack next to the masked man, and the rest of the crowd, who had only “taken” part of the thing, were finally relieved, because it meant that the process was almost over, and that they were once again lucky not to be the worst.

It is also a commonly agreed rule that masks don't take everything away, that some people's "property” doesn't even touch it, but there are always one or two people who don't cooperate are taken by a fine light, and every time there are unlucky women dragged into the dwarf, luckily, every time it's not just themselves.

Old Sun is generally not allowed to kill randomly. It is not how kind he was. Perhaps he had, but not now. Now he just feels that killing will cause him some bad luck and unnecessary trouble.

Several “stalls” seemed to be bigger owners, praised the grandson like a haba dog, took out all kinds of "good things" to honor him naked, the grandson turned at this moment, suddenly from a grandson to a grandfather.

“Sun team, have you heard?” An owner with a wide forehead and a square chin, with a decent hat, approached the old grandson's ears with a low voice.

“Heard what?” Grandson took a bag of alpine milk sugar, looked at the light, left and right at the date of production, and carelessly said.

“Heard of a top expert, just one move, just one move, killed the flower fairy, thought it was Bi Lord's own hand, later realized no, now the plants and forests are searching for this man in secret.” The man looked around, low voice.

Grandson shook his hand and looked at Chu Yun up against the corner of the wall and shook his head again quickly.

“This is a fantastic story, you don't know it above, it's all crazy below, some people say...” The man carefully bit Old Sun Di's ear, detailed voice: “Some people say it's the first person in the world, only he has the ability to do this, within a single move! ”

Old Sun said surprisingly: “Bullshit, didn't you say that the person is already dead? Besides, it's just a legend. The ghost only knows the truth and falsehood. One man against the other... Fuck, you guys are serious these days, how dare you talk about anything! ”

The man said weirdly and earnestly, “How can this be bullshit? I hear both Bishop are restless! ”

Grandson was too lazy to lift his eyelids this time and left his mouth open. “This isn't bullshit? How do you know if I don't even know about Pi? Don't be ridiculous, get down to business and tell you the news..."

Chu Yunsheng dropped the cigarette butt he was about to burn and stepped on his feet. For him, this was also a process, as if he could not count as smoking in the wild without stepping on it.

He stuck the spear on the ground and quickly stood on both sides of the crowd through awe, just when he saw something that drew a little memory of him.

A dirty weak girl looked at Chu Yunsheng and stood quietly in front of her. The girl dared not look at Chu Yunsheng and buried her head deeply in a dirty, broken cotton coat. She looked like she wanted anything.

Chu Yunsheng's fingers gently slid past a broken but clean pink bra. He smiled slightly, as if he had seen a big bug head over it and smiled at himself silly.

Then his fingers landed on a grey wool headcover, a style that he had worn for a long time since the fall of darkness, and a scene of the past appeared in front of him like a movie.

“Damn it, Old Seventeen, you're not gonna like this chick, are you?” When the masked man Liu came out of the short house with his pants in his arms, he saw Chu Yunsheng dazed in front of a girl and suddenly said:

As if he had come to rejoice, he threw up on his hand, squeezed the girl's chin, rubbed it on the girl's face with spit, revealed a little soft skin, and gave Chu Yunsheng a look: “Yo, Old XVII has you, good look, but you have to hurry up, the boss is ending the team. ”

At this time, a familiar old man, Chu Yunsheng, squeezed over and laughed: “Master Jun, this daughter is mute and mute. ”

Old Six beamed for a moment and couldn't hold his breath: “Dumb? Dumb. Okay, perfect. Perfect. Ha--”

He couldn't help but laugh, but was frightened back by Chu Yunsheng's indifferent look. He realized that he had said something wrong, blushed and walked away.

Chu Yunsheng was in a broken plastic basin held by the girl, leaving a piece of food for exchange, shaking the wool cap and stuffing it in her clothes.

“Much more, much more, young man, this cape is not worth the price, I will find you two fruits and you will have to take care of it in the future.” The old man hastily took two yellow fruits out of his pot and delivered them.

Chu Yunsheng didn't pick up, he was strange, the old man still knew himself. Although the mask can show its face shape, he and this old man are only on the same side. Besides, he has always been a beard puller, even if he looked in the mirror, he wouldn't know himself.

The old man seemed to see through Chu Yunsheng's mind, pointing to the clothes on his body.

Chu Yunsheng suddenly realized that the army of masked men had a special uniform, but now the senior people don't know what kind of confusion has happened. Not only is it extremely chaotic and corrupt below, but all kinds of materials are also extremely scarce. A security team like Team 9, he is new here again. It's good to have a contradiction, don't even think about other things.

Yes, he was still wearing the old ragged cotton coat he had picked up outside Port City.

He looked at the broken pot in the old man's hand, in addition to the fruit, there were some daily necessities that were not necessary for life, and his mind moved. He heard a skinny mask say that the black market traders here mostly took the opportunity to move the bodies out and get some "smuggled goods” in.

Whenever he has a chance to get out safely, he has to try.

Moreover, he did not want to live in the Masked Team 9 compound, where few people actually lived, although the security forces could not compete with the front-line combat teams and did not have the opportunity to safely fish for oil and water in the name of searching for food.

But the security forces also have advantages that front-line combat teams do not have. They do not have to follow such strict discipline. As long as there are no local problems, they play soy sauce every day, order a dot on time, and then wander around for a few laps. Even if they are handed over, there is no danger to their lives.

One or two masked men, even a team like Team 9, would never dare to break into the outside world, even if now the bugs suddenly and inexplicably retreat.

The battalions will have the courage and opportunity only if the large forces operate, searching villages and villages and towns and cities and cities.

So Chu Yunsheng had to find an independent place to stay before considering whether to wait for the opportunity to entrust someone to join the front line team or find another way from the old man.

In the low voice crying of several women in the dwarf house, the grandson whistled and closed the line.

Chu Yunsheng's injured shoulders have been healing on their own, and binary heaven's strong fusion body demonstrates amazing self-healing ability.

He and his grandson took a sick and wounded leave and refused the proposal of the third son to take him to a gold pit in the tree house to meet him. He followed the old man and came all the way to a thatched house.

The old man was surprised by the appearance of the cloud rising, while the mute woman who lived next door was somewhat panicked.

“Can you read?” Chu Yunsheng painted a lane on the ground with branches.

The old man nodded.

“I'm buying a house.” Chu Yunsheng put the "injury support" provided by the golden nail woman on the ground, a box of dried fruit eaten by the high level of the plant forest, and a small bag of sugar processed from the plant.

The old man glanced at both eyes, the high-rise eating dried fruit is not the ordinary fruit in his pot can be compared, I don't know what kind of shit this young man has gone through, even this kind of thing can get, sugar extraction is not seen, and immediately replied: “Young man, this kind of shabby hut doesn't need to be bought at all, as long as you can provide ordinary food for the day, find a few people to build you a seat, now the only advantage of this world is that the land is free of money. ”

Chu Yun nodded, split some sugar, pushed it to the old man, and wrote: “You help me get dried fruit for food, and tell me the specifics of the situation here. I'll trade sugar for sugar. ”

The old man knew that he was being dragged in as a corpse. Chu Yunsheng didn't have to hide it from him. He just couldn't remember how to write it when he wrote "sugar”. He painted and fooled around and wrote himself. Even in the sunshine era, it was a distant thing for him.

But the old man pushed the sugar back, laughing: “How dare you take your things? You can take care of us a little later. ”

“Things are one thing.” Chu Yunsheng wrote coldly that from the first day he stepped out of Hong Kong City, he had decided never to engage with strangers, never to be involved in anything that had nothing to do with him.

If God were destined to be a lonely star, he would face such a fate without frowning! And when he came out of the cage of his heart, all was returned to peace.

The old man felt Chu Yunsheng's indifferent breath and didn't say much. He did it on the ground. He watched Chu Yunsheng grab a slice of ice and snow in the entrance and said:

“... East and West two Pi lords, heard that Ben was a lover, two pieces, one in each hand, when the insects attacked day and night, the two Pi lords lived and died together, blood battle, so they saved the place, then the insects retreated, somehow the opinions turned upside down, more and more discord, to this day, it has become a water fire, everyone wants to swallow each other.

I heard that our Xi Bi Lord has not appeared for a long time. There are many discussions and rumours below. The three governors are busy competing for power. It is no longer the original plant forest.

Dongbi is even worse, Dongbi Lord in order to expand the land and power of the plant forest, kill people, make plant people, the last time I met you, was because he went out to lift the corpse and was captured by Dongbi people.

People, who often suffer together, cannot share wealth and power, especially power, and how many die on it.

…… ”

The old man provided only the simplest information, but it was enough for Yunsheng to know that he had no interest in the struggle of the upper echelons here.

In the middle of the night, Chu Yunsheng thought converged. For the first time since the Dark Ages, he sinked into the world of Yuan Qi calmly and without impatience, and merged with them. He massively mobilized pure heaven and earth Yuan Qi into his body, unified his mind and staunched his strength!

Three things have been chaotic for a long time. He's in the war!

When the shackles of the mind were removed, his mind was also as if it had been liberated.

He doesn't want to be a "passive hit” character anymore, he has to take the initiative!

Chu Yunsheng carried the pure energy of rolling ground, and the momentum forced him into the war between ancient books, bows and worms.

He threw away his rigid thoughts and stood resolutely by the worm against the ancient books and bows!

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