Storm of Kings

Zhou Lie's begging for nothing, suddenly got angry, and shouted: "Little fat man, you will come back for me! If you don't come back, I will burn this scroll so that you will disappear."

"Dare you?" a voice came from a distance.

"Do you think I dare? Since it's useless to me, what do you want to do?"

"Asshole, I don't know how to respect the old and love the young." The words settled, the little garden slowly emerged, and the little fat man in a long gown looked up at Zhou Lie.

"Haha, senior won't leave?" Zhou Lie was so angry that he didn't pay for his life.

"Walk? If Dao is still alive, you can suppress you for 30 years with just one hand."

Zhou Lie was happy: "Blow, then blow! You can use both hands, you can use your feet if you don't have enough hands. Come on! Suppress me!"

"Monkey boy, you came to visit because you can't get through with me?" The little fat man rolled up his sleeves, and saw that he lifted his slap and pressed down, and there was a click in the ear wheels, as if thunder fell.

"Huh?" Zhou Lie felt that his mind was rippling, making him very uncomfortable, but he praised: "Okay, it's not in vain. Can you tell the younger generation how this kind of thunder that pierces the mind is produced?"

"Master Dao won't tell you if he died, I will eat another thunder in the palm of my hand." The little fat man was majestic, and when he raised his palm, another thunder sound made Zhou Lie's figure in the place blurred.

Just when the little fat man was overjoyed, Zhou Lie quickly settled, looking at his hands and body in disbelief, and said, "This thunder can quench your mind! Senior, you really solved a big problem for the younger generation."

"Ghost! This palm thunder specializes in spirits, how can it deal with ghosts that can't handle it? Give me sickness, sickness, sickness!" The little fat man did not believe in evil.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Zhou Lie's figure swayed again, instead of resisting, he opened his arms to greet him.

Between the lightning and flint, he felt a huge shock all over his body.

The whole process is like screening fine sand with a sieve, blocking out some large debris, leaving a finer part to seep down.

The little fat man looked dumbfounded and muttered to himself: "This is impossible! Is it because the pen between the lines is not enough to form a complete palm thunder, so let this kid seize the opportunity to become a fairy?"

Zhou Lie opened his eyes and said with a smile: "This palm thunder is really a good thing. It helps me polish my mind and make it smoother and stronger. It's really a blessing for heaven. This time it's my turn to hang you. Up."

"What are you going to do? Wow, no, no!"

The little fat man was caught by Zhou Lie, grabbed his ankle and lifted it up, spanking while asking: "Why did the palm thunder come from? Tell me? Don't tell me? Okay, thirty big."

"Flap, pop, pop, pop..."

"Wow, don't fight anymore, I said, I said..." The little fat man finally couldn't resist Zhou Lie's lustful might, so he had to give in.

After listening to his explanation, Zhou Lie pondered: "It turns out that this is the case. I lived in a thunder and lightning for three years, and slowly felt the power of the lightning, and then added it to my own momentum. In addition, this scroll uses Lightning strikes wood and is born with a lightning electromagnetic field, which in itself can cleanse the mind."

Thinking of this, Zhou Lie let go of the little fat man and said: "You are quite able to pretend, you have no ability, relying on the power of lightning strikes the wood, you almost fooled him."

"Hmph, should I just scroll up? There are middle scrolls and lower scrolls. If you have the ability, you can stick to it and see how good I am in middle age and in old age?"

Zhou Lie laughed loudly and said: "Use less radical technique! The middle and second scrolls must be enlightened, but not now. Come on, continue to lead thunder, I will seize the time to temper my mind."

"The kid counts you ruthlessly." The little fat man was forced to turn on all the effects of the lightning bolt, which was equivalent to giving Zhou Lie a great meal.

Seven or eight hours later, Zhou Lie slowly woke up, only to see the first scroll of Zhixuanpian becoming mottled.

He couldn't help sighing. Even though things are good, they need to be worn out, which is equivalent to one-time consumables, and they can no longer help him.

But the effect is very significant, and the energy is surprisingly good at this moment

"Why is it so messy?"

Zhou Lie slammed open the tent door and was startled when he looked around.

There are crowds in sight, Wang Ziqing and the others are maintaining order.

It turned out that hundreds of thousands of refugees came over under the threat of poisonous moths. When they knew that the army members were here, they simply stopped leaving.

In fact, the only real soldier is Lin Yi, but Liu Xu has set up the banner of the third company of the magic soldier, and he has legitimacy.

Zhou Lie stood in front of the tent and thought quickly about countermeasures. He couldn't be caught by these refugees, and there was no need to do anything at that time. Just finding food for these people would consume all of his energy.

"Company commander!"

"Good company commander..."

Liu Xu walked over with someone.

More than a dozen young people wearing camouflage uniforms were very comfortable calling the company commander. It seemed that Zhou Lie really regarded Zhou Lie as the head of the family.

Zhou Lie was quite speechless, and suddenly heard the muffled noise, he quickly turned his head and looked at the back of the camp.

"Damn, what's going on?"

Behind the camp stood a mountain of meat, which released a lot of green gas with the muffled noise.These gases quickly climbed upwards, forming a cloud cap enclosing the summit of Roshan.

Liu Xu patted his head and said, "This is Shen Tianbiao. I'm about to talk about it! Before we cleaned the battlefield and piled the corpses aside, who would want him to eat all the corpses, and then swallow many scrapped off-road vehicles. It grew to this size in thirty hours."

"Shen Tianbiao?" Zhou Lie was a little hard to accept.

Liu Xu nodded and said, "Yes, that's him. Although he has become like this, he has a good point, that is, he will fart and emit green poisonous gas every hour. This poisonous gas is very light and can rise to a height of 1,000 meters. It’s like delineating a territory, making those poisonous moths very jealous, temporarily blocking the gray fog from passing, so so many refugees have turned over."

"There have been so many changes during this period of time. I need to know the specific situation and bring a map." Zhou Lie returned to the camp. These refugees were mixed, and he had to find a way to divert.

Liu Xu hurriedly called for someone to carry the box, and he followed Zhou Lie closely and said: "Lao Zhou, there are too many people, and there is only enough food for three days. I heard that there are military rescue stations in nearby cities, but we make life difficult for."

"Don't worry, speak slowly." Zhou Lie took a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed it and handed it to Liu Xu, asking what he worries most: "How many people in the camp have skin ulcers, red eyes, and dehydration? "

"More than two hundred! I only know now, Lao Zhou why you are carrying so many anti-radiation drugs, but these drugs are not very effective and the situation is continuing to deteriorate."

Zhou Lie breathed a sigh of relief. Mass lesions appeared, which made it easy to amplify panic. Fortunately, it is only the early stage and it is far from that bad.

"Two hundred is not too much! Pass my order to the refugees. Whoever doesn't follow my method will be expelled immediately and never allowed to stay!"

Liu Xu's heart shrank, and he felt a deep chill from these words.