Chapter 833: Because of anger, so calm

In this way, millions of barbarian troops stared at the bamboo forest, completely forgetting their purpose of coming here and forgetting that they were in the battlefield. They only hoped that they could get some kind of movement from the bamboo forest, even if Screams.
Finally, at sunset, the peaceful bamboo forest finally changed.
A ray of green smoke floated out from behind the bamboo forest.
Just when everyone was unclear about the appearance of this green smoke, the sound of pots and pans collided in the bamboo forest.
It turned out to be cooking smoke.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and felt their stomachs started to scream, only to find that it was already sunset, and they blamed why they hadn't had dinner yet.
But I forgot, this is the battlefield, the two armies confront each other, the battle is on the verge, and I am relaxed because of the other party's cooking smoke. This is an extremely strange thing in itself.
People are hungry and naturally have to eat, even if they are practitioners, there is no way to break this rule.
So in front of the Qingxia, the bamboos in the bamboo forest began to prepare dinner for themselves, and if the two brothers in the sky were free, they could come down and eat with themselves.
It's just that Brother Master has read the book for a day, and I don't know if he found his own cooking smoke. Brother Brother II and the wine for one day are estimated to be full without meals.
But how do you eat the three servings?
Thinking about some messy things in my heart, the movements of the bamboo hand are getting faster and faster. Soon, a dinner that is not a very rich dinner is ready. He sits at the bamboo table and plans to wait for another one. Yes, if the two brothers have not come down, they will start by themselves.
However, at this moment, a ray of breeze from top to bottom, in front of the bamboo, there were two more people.
A scholar, a drunkard.
"Brother, have dinner." He stood up and said respectfully.
"Let's eat." With a smile, the guest was gentle, like a spring breeze, warming people's hearts.
The three sat down and began to eat.
After eating dinner in silence, washing the dishes with bamboos, reading the book, the fools drank too much alcohol during the day, and didn’t want to drink at this time, but didn’t know what to do. Jiu Nizi is not here now, and the two don’t know where to go, when will they return?"
"I have stored enough food in the canyon for three years. If it is not enough, I can ask someone to bring it over." said Nong Zhu, who was doing the dishes.
The fool stared at his eyes and said, "I am talking about this war."
"Second Brother..." Nongzhu said a bit wrongly: "I am also talking about this war..."
War is a war of people. It is a simple truth to have enough energy to fight.
So Nongzhu said that they can persist for three years or more, because he has stored food for three years, and if not enough, he can still find someone to transport him.
The problem is...
"Who the did you talk about the food problem? The sky is so big that all the black paint is angels, angels, what is that, you didn't see?" The fool was angry, so he made a sound of bamboo ban, no longer speak.
"This is a war on earth."
Juke put down the book and said gently to his two younger brothers: "No matter what the other party is, God or human, but this war is ultimately a war on earth. In the world, we can support it for a long time."
"After all, there is no way to kill them all." Nongzhu had washed the dishes and put them away, and came over.
"Don't you just kill 20,000 today? Slowly, you will always finish it."
When it comes to murder, the face of the guest shows an unpleasant look, but the tone is extremely firm.
Knowing his brother’s temperament, Nongzhu knew that the other party was very disgusted with the murder, but he didn’t plan to change his mind. He had to ridicule and said:
It’s hard to imagine, this sentence is from your master’s mouth. Say it."
"I don't like killing people, but I don't like being killed, especially by angels." Juke said calmly and gently: "The teacher's life has denied the existence of God. As a result, God really exists, so he flew to Sky, I didn't like killing people before, but now I learn to kill people."
The teacher flew to the sky, I don’t like killing people and I have learned to kill people now. It was originally three things, but it appeared in the sentence of the guest, and there is no transition in the middle. It sounds extremely awkward.
But in the ears of Nongzhu and Fool, it was shocking in my heart.
Their masters and brothers were guestless. They were unknown officials of the Song Dynasty thousands of years ago. Later, they entered the Dao and gained avenues. From then on, their strength was unpredictable, but his pure nature was unfair.
And murder, in his view, is the greatest injustice in the world.
Therefore, most of the time they were taught by the mountain people to teach them to practice bamboo and fools. They had a very thorough understanding of their masters and brothers' temperament. When they talked to him, they were like Be cautious, fearing that things related to the murder will suffer.
As a result, now, because of the departure of the teacher, the brothers started to kill, and they also learned to kill.
Their brothers and sisters will know everything in the world, but they will not kill.
Now that he has learned to kill, what else will he not? What else dare not?
"But the other party is an angel, we can't kill it."
In the end, the fool was more daring and directly pointed out the key to the problem.
Even if you have learned to kill someone, but you and I don’t know, the other party is an angel. The ones we killed in the daytime are only the lowest-level four-winged angels, but they almost consume all the power. The rush will come, how can we hold it?
"I said, I'll always kill it." The guest didn't take it for granted, but the gentle smile on his face suddenly became serious, and said to his two brothers: "This is a war on earth, and here, it is The last line of defense for mankind, if we can’t hold it, then the world is over, so we have to hold it."
"The two may help us, but they help us, only help, not their war. Even if this war is because of them, but now, we are humans, so it is our war, not them. of."
"And I vaguely feel that they don't want to help now, but they can't help. If they have never been able to help, we can only rely on ourselves."
Believe in oneself, this is the concept that Shanren has always adhered to.
As a mountain disciple, he has been serving three people who have been studying beside him for thousands of years, so he will understand this truth, so when the guest said this, the other two would have nothing more to say, so after this dinner Ended the brief conversation.
The two brothers flew to the city wall again, and then faced away from the angel army, sitting at the table with Nongzhu, staring down at the dark green bamboo Xiao of his daze.
In fact, he thought about what the guest had said before.
Brother, you are right. This is a war on earth. There is no reason to ask others to help... But the question is... Why have you kept those practitioners hiding behind that city after the war?
This is a place that Nongzhu hasn't always understood. It's just that the guest didn't say it, and he naturally wouldn't ask, because he believed that his brother did this naturally.
Shaking his head, he sat like this, but he no longer thought about other things, but looked at the holes in Zhu Xiao's hands intently, and seemed to be studying how to make those holes more tightly blocked. .
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The next morning, the dew in the morning hadn't had time to disperse, and Jie had stood in front of the resident and the fool, and then said a sentence: "The monarch of the Song Kingdom is dead."
In one sentence, the dwarf who drank ~EbookFREE.me~ stopped all movements in his hands, and then focused his attention on him.
So around them, no more angels were killed by drunken drinkers, and no angels would be shot by the arms of fan mosquitoes.
Soon, someone came to inform the monarch.
The face of the guest became extremely ugly, and the fool was extremely angry, and immediately rushed up to fight with Jie, if not stopped by the guest, I am afraid that the two would have been together.
He is not a fool, so he can understand what this sentence means.
The monarch of Song Dynasty is dead, then more people will die.
You are guarding the city, but you cannot guard the whole world. If the world is destroyed, what is the meaning of the city you are guarding?
In the world, angels may not be able to break through the city guarded by the two of them, but they can kill anyone in a place they can't reach.
As the guest said the night before, slowly killing will always kill.
They may be able to kill millions of angels, and these angels can naturally kill all people in the world.
"So I advise you, it's better not to move."
With a smile on his face, he stood up in the air, staring at the guest, and said lightly: "For the sake of fairness, we have also picked out the two strongest angels to strike with you. For the rest, I allow your strong Fight us."
He said that July standing behind him came out. At this time, for some reason, July has fully advanced to become a fourteen-winged angel, which can be said to be the strongest existence except for Jie.
It stands to reason that two human beings can oppress the two most powerful angels to be unable to shoot. This life should be satisfied, but Keke's face, but the usual gentle and indifferent, became dignified.
Although there are many human practitioners, and their cultivation is not low, but there are not many who can really contend with the angels, and the number is less than one million.
At this moment, dozens of angels had rushed to the city wall, and the fools attacked subconsciously. Those angels had already fallen before they had landed.
"A woman who sells vegetables on the streets of Song State is dead."
"A newborn baby in Qinghe State died... A monk named Dead Leaf died in the southern countries..."
A series of names, people of different identities, said more and more quickly in Jie's mouth, and when it stopped, dozens of people had died.
And the number ~EbookFREE.me~ is exactly the number of dozens of angels killed by fools before.
The guest stopped the angel who was about to kill the second wave flying over the city wall again. Looking at the eighteen-winged angel in front of him, he saw him as usual, calm and calm, but the fourteen-winged angel beside him. The wings fluttered at a very small frequency, with a bloodthirsty smile on his face, and a smell came out of him.
His brows were slightly wrinkled, and then the shirt was slightly swaying. There were some worn shirts in this swing, and there were many places cracked, revealing the cotton wool that was put on because the weather turned colder. The mouth ripped out and drifted in the air.
"The people you said were indeed dead, and they were killed in one blow. It seems that they did not suffer any pain before they died." The green shirt stopped swinging, and the cotton wool did not float out again. The guest said quietly: "But I still I'm very angry because it's better to be alive than dead, so I decided to agree with your proposal, and we will no longer do it."
After saying this, he took the fool, sat down on the wall, and looked at the two angels standing across from the sky. His eyes were flat and there was no emotion.
But the fool around him could feel it. Under such plainness, there was hidden anger. (To be continued.)