Here Lies The Wicked

Next, according to Zhang Butcher,

This time the camp fell, not when the land was opened, but just when the land was opened, it should be the plot of the planners behind it.

The deliberate collapse of the camp has placed psychological strain on the defenders of other camps. At the same time, other camps will inevitably have weakened defenses when they are understaffed.

Weaknesses in the defence in other camps are tantamount to weaknesses that can be broken down one by one.

Until he became ill, dragged down his defense and was punched through the entire line.

“Thanks!”

The opposite party is actively fighting, the man Zhang Butcher, for the first time, is saying such a solemn word.

That's never happened.

Sufficiently visible is Zhang's position in the mind of the butcher, aggravated once again.

“At the time of King Lau's battle, Mr. Zhang Butcher, Mr. Fu... everyone didn't say a word and took the initiative to help me, I should say thank you to everyone. ”

“Zhang Butcher, you have helped me so much, this is what I should have done. ”

Fang never felt that Zhang Butcher owed them anything. Instead, he owed Zhang Butcher too much and never found the opportunity to return the favor. He did say it with a sense this time.

Neither one of them ever made love to this thing again.

Man's language,

Just doesn't need language, but will keep it in mind forever.

“If you're in the war, you're in the war as a night trip. Every night tour enabler can't be nameless, every night tour enabler has a title, this title represents personal strength and personal honor, like me, Mr. Fu, everyone teaches first class people, everyone has a night tour enabler title, will accompany them for life, because it is honor, it is strength, it is war work, do you have any idea what title to use? Once you're sure, I'll report it to you.” The butcher Zhang looked solemnly at the correction in front of him.

It seems to the butcher Zhang that the title of night trip is extremely solemn and serious.

Huh?

He was so angry that he couldn't wait to get to the battlefield and kill his enemies. When he heard that he was going to give himself a nickname, he got a little angry.

Everyone has his weaknesses.

That's right.

Fang proactively admitted that he was a nameless loser.

Let the nameless man take a nickname for himself. Wouldn't he pit himself?

“Cheung Butcher, why don't you give me a night trip title?” Square mouth bitter, looking at the butcher Zhang in front.

The butcher Zhang directly refused: “No, everyone's title for a night trip is unique, accompanied by a lifetime. ”

Translated into a few simple words, just to think, I'm also a nameless loser.

“Butcher Zhang, what is the title of your night trip? Or a butcher?” Fang looked at Zhang Butcher with some curiosity.

Even the goats beside us are listening to gossip with their ears raised.

Butcher Zhang: “Bloodhand butcher. ”

Such a superb title.

This title, Mr. Zhang, are you sure you're not the leader of the Blood River Pie who crossed from the Martial Arts novel?

Fang Zheng wondered: "This is the butcher. Did you start it yourself? ”

Zhang Butcher: “No, my enemy gave it to me. The full name of the blood man Zhang Qiwu, I suspect the name is troublesome, so I used this name directly. ”

Hiss!

Square pour the cooling air from the suction.

How many people did this butcher kill in order to kill his enemies into the cold and take such a bloody title?

And with the word "human slaughter”, it is conceivable that Zhang's enemies are not ghosts, but that he killed the individual slaughter from the dead mountain blood sea.

Is this killing the enemy like a pig? Hands up and down, a man's head rolls down.

Fang doesn't know what the past butcher Zhang has been through, but he suddenly feels that Zhang Butcher carries the word "blood man butcher”, which is a bit heavy in itself...

“What is the title of Mr. Nafu's night trip?” Fang is more curious to ask.

“Mr. Fook. ”

“ ”

“Mr. Fook. ”

“ ”

Zhang Butcher: “Just call Mr. Fu. ”

Square: “…”

Good Buddhist title.

“Or the first monkey?” The only title he could think of was the first monkey.

The image of the god of war, Monkey, has been deeply embedded in the human heart.

When he was walking in the shadows, when the Leek threesome called him the first monkey, he still had a certain sense of identity.

“Are you sure?” The butcher Zhang looked at the square with some surprise.

Seems like the right title, some surprised him.

Shortly afterwards, Fang finally realized why the butcher Zhang looked at him wrong.

When the application form was being obtained, Zhang Butcher asked him to confirm the information filled out above again, the right posterior alveolar groove ached.

What?!

First time?

Why don't you take the anti-doggie next to the monkey monkey?

Cheung, did you eat my monkey?

He finally understood why Zhang Butcher's eyes were wrong before he left to get the application form. First, the average person really didn't dare to take such an arrogant title. Another meaning of the first layer was the First Marquis of Kaijiang Expansion.

At this sensitive moment,

Fang is coming for the first time,

No wonder the butcher Zhang didn't think much of it.

First thing first, Fang didn't really have much to do with the issue. He had already named it null and void, so quickly confirmed the application form.

……

Weather, sunshine.

Exactly during the day.

But even in the daytime, there is still some strange noise in the vicinity of the Great Row Mountains, such as following behind people, and every time you turn around and look behind you, there is no one else but the dark forest of seclusion.

As the blessing opens closer and closer, so do the three signs.

Ghosts are dense.

Space-time chaos.

Due to the intense spiritual leakage in the spiritual gas node, ghosts can move out during the day.

But this ghost is not the highest strength in the daytime, and it will be more or less compromised.

So, when the party was agreeing to do so, he was immediately assigned a mission to go out to the camp during the day, with others, to re-examine thoroughly the security of the outposts and dark posts in the periphery.

At this point, the movement of the individual is proceeding to the first mission post for inspection.

At this point in time, the outfit is different.

Unified tight combat uniform, made of a special plant fiber that grew only after the recovery of spiritual energy, characterized by waterproof fire protection, the sword is not broken, the pulling force is up to a few tons, and will be repaired automatically.

The only drawback is that manufacturing costs are too high.

On the other hand, he was wearing a motorcyclist's helmet and hiding his identity.

He also took it by hand from a demolition home in the camp, where a young man might happen to be a motorcyclist.

He's wearing a helmet, not a square!

It's the combatants. Night trips make it first!