Chapter 1347: The master of the fairy

Rose Fairy conjecture, there may not be any chance in the fairy.
However, she did not say to Zhou Wei, because for a while, even if she is not willing to accept this fact.
Not to mention, Zhou Wei.
Possibly, the people in the Xianzong Emperor are also the same as those in the village.
People who eat people's villages are reluctant to accept the fact that they are wicked, even if they are clear in their own hearts.
Those who are immortal in the lunar month are unwilling to accept the fact that the fairy can no longer give the chance, even if they know...
......
The rose fairy slammed into a fierce spirit, and her eyes were a bit sluggish.
She looked at the numb villagers and looked at the merchants who were by the five flowers. The brain was originally a mess, but now it seems to have caught the thread.
perhaps……
Is it in this way, telling yourself, don't avoid it?
People in these villages don't go to "eat people", they can survive, and they survive better, at the very least, they live in the sun.
Can you think about it, isn’t it the case now?
They put all the hopes of the great sects on the fairy tales.
Because the fairy marks did not give them a chance, they were uneasy.
In fact, this is a very dangerous signal in itself.
What is the opportunity?
The chance was originally erratic.
The 50th Avenue, Tianyan forty-nine, one of them is one.
One day in the morning and evening, the chances in the fairy will disappear. Even the water in the well has a dry day.
But they, but put all hope on this illusory opportunity.
Originally, the Emperor Xianzong was a big sect. Is it because of the loss of this so-called immortality that they have no way to maintain their current status?
This should not be the case.
It can't be like this!
So now, the rose fairy is beginning to wonder.
Is the scene in front of me also instilling such an idea into myself?
All in all, Rose Fairy feels that this trip to the immortality is not white.
at this time.
The young man was tied to a stake.
The people of the caravan are very close to him.
"Hey, I said little brother, you can't do this! Do you have to send it to death?" The beard laughed.
Mr. Shuo looked at him and pulled his throat and said with aloud: "The gentleman has something to do, something is wrong!"
The big man was happy and said: "Have a gentleman said that Mingzhe protects himself?"
"..." The book is angry and "Don't mess my heart!"
Big Han laughed.
It’s hard to laugh, and even the tears are laughing.
Even if the tears of the big man laugh out, no one will think that he is because of fear.
From the beginning to the end, Dahan did not show any timidity.
It seems that the person of this person is set up here.
Heaven and earth, fearless!
"Little brother, I have met many people in my life, but it is really rare for you to be so interesting. If we planted it this time, we will all die. In the next life, my brothers and brothers will be brothers. how is it?"
"Also." Mr. Shuo is free and easy.
"Haha, come on!" Dahan burst into laughter. "Before dying, there are still many brothers, and it is a great blessing in life!"

Do it,
said the village chief Shen Sheng.
He is already impatient.
The more free and easy the big man is, the more he feels uneasy.
In the young and middle-aged villages of the village, they took a machete and prepared to start.
When a knife falls, it is a person rolling down.
Such things, they seem to be very skilled.
There is no pause.
And the villagers, the eyes are also cold enough.
In this situation, they are not the first time they have seen it.
Zhou Wei looked at it and felt very uncomfortable. His heart was full of anger and burning. If you can, he must really want to kill the people in this village!
The head of Dahan also fell to the ground.
Only the woman, her eyes twitched, but it was fleeting.
Dahan is not the first one she saw, nor the last one.
In the future, there will be countless people who will die here.
Like this caravan, there are many people who are martial arts, but those people who come to this village will not have any thoughts.
At this point, a middle-aged man came out.
He looked at the storyteller who was tied to the stake and snorted.
"You are a person in our village, but you are colluding with outsiders. I want to be unfavorable to our village. The village head is very unhappy. The village chief does not like it! Today, you will burn this idiot to death!"
The sound fell, and many people looked moved.
Although they don't like this storytelling, Mr. Shuo is, after all, a person in their village, a person they are familiar with.
The children of my own family will go to listen to the storytelling of the storytelling.
Those businessmen died when they died, and they didn’t know each other.
But this storytelling, some are different.
Of course, they did not feel so much, but they felt unbearable, but began to prepare firewood one by one.
Mr. Shuo’s head hangs his head and his face is still smiling.

The saints say so much every day, but never tell me how to save themselves.

"However, I don't want to save myself. I will die if I die. I live with you guys. I can't sleep at night. I am afraid that one day, I will become a livestock like you."
The fire is burning.
Mr. Storytelling in the flames, still cursing at first.
In the end, I only left a sigh of relief.
The voice is very loud, and the person who hears is numb.
The fire burns bigger.
Every villager looked at him with no expression, like enjoying a shadow play that didn’t count.
The flame begins to get smaller.
Finally, completely extinguished.
"Well, everyone will go back." The village chief smoked a cigarette and said.
The villagers, like a puppet, turned around and walked toward their home.
Suddenly, there was a blaze behind me.
They turned around one by one, staring behind them, their eyes widened instantly, and their faces were full of horror.
The flame that was originally extinguished began to burn again, and the more it burned, the more prosperous it was.
In the flame, it faces a sly face.
"The restraint of the saints is only used to bind the good people. You guys, even the names of the saints don't know, how can they listen to the saints?"
"Today, I burned the saint cloud and burned the so-called benevolence and morality. I will not punish you, I will punish you!"
"The sky is not for you! I am coming!"
"The sky doesn't open, I open it!"
"The person is not dead, the living person is not alive, this is the truth in the world, is it a shit?"
The flame is burning more and more.
And, the scope of those fires is still spreading, at an extremely fast speed.
"I am dead, I am in hell."
"The is empty, the devil is in the world."
"you guys……"
"Go to hell."
The fire is still burning and engulfing the villagers.
The flames of the group, like a giant scorpion, swallowed the entire village.
Gao Ge suddenly opened his eyes and found himself in the sea of ​​fire.
He was puzzled, but he saw that the huge face was looking at himself.
"Surprise? Accident? Your so-called immortality is not left by the immortals, but a devil..."
"..."