Chapter 653: madman

Today, Zhang Jiao has gathered more than 1 billion believers in the name of Son of Dawn in places overseas in the Eastern Continent.
In addition, there are countless followers of the Longtinghai clan who has almost successfully restored the country.
Coupled with his pseudonym and other identities, the various influences that have attracted the attention of the mind are beyond count.
Although he already possessed the most basic external god's mental sensitivity, it took a long time to distinguish from the nearly 2 billion mind points in the dark, which was passed by him because of his killing of the great imam Fanmeti That part, the evil thoughts of the New Moon believers.
At this time, the head tooth has come to an end, and the male host, nicknamed Rhino Brother, shouted with excitement: "Next comes the most anticipated link of everyone.
Please go to the top of our "Haizhibao Group" to draw a lottery for everyone.
The first one is our CEO, Mr. Lu Yexi, please come to the stage. "
Lu Yexi is a senior professional manager representative invited by Zhang Jiao after the reorganization of the "Haizhibao Group". He is in charge of business operations. He is a tall and thin middle-aged man with a haircut that uses his brain.
He has a nearly perfect professional resume, and he can be described as an elite among the social elites, but unfortunately in Zhang Jiao's eyes, he is just a passerby.
Therefore, the drunkenness who did not care about drinking at all restrained the rational Lu Yexi. After taking the stage and interacting well with the staff, Zhang Jiao slowly and slowly selected the coordinates of Qi Telun from the evil thoughts originated from the believers of the New Moon. That part of the city.
Later, he began to send the power of chaos into the hearts of the masters of evil thoughts in reverse.
At this time, it was close to the early morning, and the night of the ‘Zite Wheel’, which was thousands of miles away from Li Ge, was dark.
The hot and dry day of the desert climate has long since dissipated, and the cold wind roars back and forth throughout the city.
But no matter how cold the weather is, the excitement, tension and pride in the hearts of the New Moon believers in the Qit Lun City cannot be extinguished at this time.
Under the inexplicable mania, they had killed nearly 10,000 of them who had clearly prevented the independence of the Xia Zong people. Looking at the ruins of the ruins on the street, the blood in their chests was still boiling.
Finally an even more irrational crazy slogan was put forward by someone, "All heretics who do not believe in the of the new moon will die tonight, we want to make Qi Te Chaun pure!"
And immediately received the approval of all the surrounding Crescentists, "Kill the heretics, and continue to use their blood to wash and refresh the stains on the moon!";
"Those who don't believe in gods cannot live, let the Qit wheel return to purity, and become the beginning of Yi Yuan's conversion.
The great Mohad Nixia will surely reward us for the glory of the kingdom of God with honey and milk in it after death! ";
"Eternal and immortal under Mohad Ni, the light of the new moon shines on the earth forever!"...
After that, this terrifying evil thought was like the most malignant infectious disease, and it soon spread throughout the entire Qi Te wheel.
However, there are exceptions to everything, and not all Crescentists become lunatics of extremist religious elements as soon as they are instigated.
In Yang Erdos Street in the old city of the city, a rolling shutter door was smashed open by a steel axe, and the counters and shelves in the door were smoked and turned into a dark, pungent small supermarket.
A loyal and loyal face, with the most obvious facial features of the Osturchi? A teenager with a big eagle nose? Looking at the cheering crowd on the street, his lips trembled and said: "Ah? Uncle Aragón? Not for this evening. The unjustly killed Imam Van Mehti demonstrated.
Let the rotten and rotten central government know that our Crescent Church pastors cannot die in vain? How, how did it become like this!
You have smashed so many shops? Killed so many people, do you want to continue?
But, everyone is all ordinary people? Neighbors and friends who live? Live together..."
Not far away, a stocky middle-aged man who was picking up burnt cigarettes in a shop heard that, with a quick identity that didn't match his bloated body, he rushed to the boy in two steps and covered his mouth.
Sternly reprimanded: "Cipula, what are you talking about.
Do not believe in the heresy of the God of the Crescent Moon? How can you be a friend? Quickly confess your mistakes to Mohad Ni. "
Then he lowered his voice and said nervously: "Why are you still being stupid at this time, Xilang? Close your mouth when you can't turn your mind around.
Talk nonsense again and be careful to lose your life. "
"Losing, losing your life?" The young Cipra said in shock: "Diocese armed from all over Lingdong have already disarmed the garrison of Qi Telun.
Would the central government send troops to suppress us overnight? You? How did you know? "
"Are you really stupid?" Aragorn sighed, pointed at the crowd of people outside, and whispered softly: "The person I asked you to be careful of is not the army of the central government.
Do you think those people's spirits are still normal?
Others are crazy. If you are normal, you will become an alien. Maybe you will be killed, so you have to be crazy. "
Cipra opened his mouth when he heard the words, and for a while, he was a little confused. He just caught a glimpse of the cigarette in Aragorn's hand and blurted out: "So, that's why you come to someone else's store to grab something."
"What?" Aragorn didn't understand the meaning of this silly boy for a while, and said in a daze.
"Uncle Aragorn, you didn't teach me from a young age, the people of the God of the Crescent Moon must be hardworking and honest," Cipla explained: "Don't steal, in addition to praying every day, you have to be a man to get it. The grace of God.
But you, don’t you have robbed cigarettes from other people’s stores now? Isn’t that just crazy. "
Aragorn was stunned when he heard the words, and for a few seconds, he muttered to himself: "Yeah, I have never taken a needle from someone else in my life. How could it happen suddenly? Go crazy.
Go crazy..."
His eyes suddenly became hollow while speaking, UU reading www. uukanshu.com's body joints became soft and boneless, and slowly fell to the ground.
Seeing Cipra, he hurriedly stepped forward and squatted down, holding Aragorn with his hands and asked in a hurry, "Uncle Cipra, what's wrong with you?"
But with this help, Cipla was surprised to find that the touch on Aragorn's body was as soft as rubber, and he blurted out in shock: "You, how come your body is so soft."
"Is it soft, because only soft can support the big food, eat a lot..." Aragorn said vaguely.
After that, his mouth opened slowly, first he could squeeze a fist, then he could squeeze a watermelon, and then he could squeeze a deep well. Under Cipla's horrified gaze, he swallowed the boy.
While chewing carefully, his body slowly turned into a pool of movable silt, slowly flowing out of the supermarket.
Where his body passed, a deep burnt yellow trace was burned out on the concrete floor, emitting a pungent, strong sour smell, and finally extended into the surging crowd on the street.
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