Vol 3 Chapter 951: A bit of a word of salvation (4000+)

Life without a protagonist always flies ...
Inadvertently, the whole week was fleeting, and the downpours also stopped early. ; Le; read; fiction read +
During this week, the situation in Bran was fairly stable-the real meaning of this sentence is that what should happen is still happening, and what should not happen is without any movement.
It should happen. For example, the gray-clad army that penetrated into the northern hinterland and killed the Quartet. After the initial defeat of the Bran Army from the south, the morale increased and the momentum increased. Now there is a transcendent demeanor of the King's Division. .
The situation has evolved to today's situation. Regardless of reluctance, Bran's high-rise buildings are actually clear. The Grey Army has now undergone a major transformation like a reborn, officially becoming an important force that cannot be ignored and can influence the situation on the mainland. If you look at people with the same old eyes and think that you want to completely annihilate the other person, it is basically just delusion!
The general trend is helpless. Unknowingly, King Bran has also adjusted and lowered his psychological bottom line. Now they only want to be able to suppress the limelight army's limelight slightly, and can not lose the entire northern land ...
As for what hasn't happened, for example, the army of one million barbarians at the border of Chen Bing seems to have satisfied the immediate results. Even if the solid defense line is rebuilt, there is no worries, and there is no intention to drive straight into Branner's northern hinterland, which has become a mess.
This is of course a good thing for Bran. Although they do n’t understand what the tribe ’s idea is, although the three main combat armies with the most combat effectiveness have been restrained, Bran is still very satisfied with the result. . After all, once the barbarian army moves south, the northern land will not be guaranteed ...
Okay. This situation did not happen. At least for now, there are no signs. So for Bran. Although everything is moving in a bad direction. But everything still works!
At this point, the only abnormality may be a temporary hunting team and a downcast powerhouse that is constantly being hunted down ...
North, a small town.
At noon, the sun is warm in winter, and the rays of laziness magic are sprinkled. Tilt down.
Nice weather.
The location of this town is also good, close to the River Reinau. This also represents a short distance from the hinterland of the north, which was messed up by the gray army. Therefore, at this time, a commercial street in Xicheng District did not seem to have been affected by much war.
The shops on both sides of the shop are open for business normally, and there is a constant flow of pedestrians and bustle. A few naughty children shouted and chased each other, crossing the driveway. The adults who hurried to the rear hurriedly scolded when they saw this, chased into the driveway, waved and bowed to the passing vehicle, and apologized ... After all, it was a commercial street with many pedestrians. The speed of the vehicle is not nearly fast, so naturally no accident is possible. Several horses hissed and several complained. The black carriage with the passenger closest to the child slowed down slowly, avoiding to stop by the front door of a tavern.
Holding the reins, the groom leaned out and waved, letting the child standing in front of the horse return to the sidewalk. The effect was not very good. A child seemed to be frightened and stood still, afraid to move. Seeing this, the groom couldn't help muttering and cursing, turning his head to look at the adults who hurried back behind him, shook his head, jumped out of the carriage, and prepared to carry the child back by himself. But did n’t wait to take a few steps and turned subconsciously,
Bang-not far away, the tavern burst open with a half-covered wooden door, and a figure was thrown from the inside like a cannonball shell. It swept a few feet away from the air in an instant, and smashed behind him at the sight of the horseman's reaction Above the carriage on the side of the road.
There was a loud noise, the carriage was instantly fragmented, and the sawdust flew over. Hiss—the horses pulled out of the car by surprise, the four hoofs kicked in the air, and slammed into the aristocratic vehicles passing by ... A short period of breathing, the scene of a major accident, traffic was paralyzed.
With a scream, the exclamation just started, and the surrounding pedestrians' brains had not had time to jump out to see the lively thoughts. Another burly figure stepped out of the tavern and ran straight towards the figure that had been thrown before. Just then, accidents reappeared,
"kill!"
The roar fell, and around the pedestrians and the shophouses, more than a dozen fighting figures suddenly jumped out from all corners, dazzling, screaming arrows, and swiftly killed the burly figure running backward.
A standard and classic street assassination case!
It is a pity that the serious asymmetry of the strength of the two sides has doomed the end of the assassination from the beginning. Even if the assassins' strength does not seem to be low ...
Bang and bang, do not avoid, let the sharp arrows shoot on the vital points of the body precisely, then immediately as if hit the steel as usual, instantly broken into slag. The burly figure still hasn't changed its previous intentions, still striding steadily towards the figure lying on the pile of wood beside the road.
Alas, the first attack that came down from the sky came first.
"Get off!" The feet kept on, the burly figure didn't even look, and he tilted his head slightly, and Pu Fan grabbed a practising sword and twisted it. With a bang, the first assassin who came with a knife and flew back at a faster speed than when he came. He will smash the assassin behind him, bang, and humming with the sound of bone fracture immediately into the ear. In a face-to-face meeting, two weak assassins lost their combat power.
The assassination did not stop there, it seemed that the crushing scene had long been numb. The assassin who arrived immediately did not manage the companion's end at all, the moth fluttered like fire, and the burly figures who followed one another went crazy to kill.
"A bunch of ants—all roll, roll, roll—"
With both fists, stride straight forward. Against the backdrop of those assassins who are constantly flying in all directions, the burly figure looks like a barbaric Warcraft, smashing under the shadow of the sword, as if in no one's realm.
The gap is too big, no suspense at all!
Even this burly figure could not see any traces of fighting spirit around, and only the sturdy body that was more steel than steel was enough to blast off most of the shock. As for the rest of the shining Dooming, sharp swords, etc., just hit it with a punch, everything is clean.
In just a few breaths, chopping melon and vegetables was common, and the burly figure came out of the siege unharmed. Go to the road. He looked down at the white-haired old man who was struggling from the broken wood pile. No nonsense. A punch.
Boom-the wind is overflowing, the streets are trembling, and the splattered gravel is radiating on all sides!
The white-haired old man who was thrown out from the beginning turned out to be the strongest in this group of assassins. Although most of the body was hit into the street by students now, he crossed his arms horizontally, anyway, for the first time he blocked the iron fist of this burly figure like a demon.
Of course, it's not easy. "Well ... keke ..." Spouting blood, the white-haired old man stared fiercely at the burly figure. Breathing intermittently, "You can't escape, Bumtu. Grunt ... haha! You will die here, die on Bran's land ..."
Slightly froze, the burly figure, that is, Bamutu is still too lazy to answer, and throws his fist again, boom-
Get up, don't care about the assassins everywhere, step over the big cave in front of you. Crossed the street and quickly disappeared into the opposite laneway.
at this time. The stunned pedestrian then reacted from the scene in front of him, screaming to run away, and the street was instantly chaotic.
Immediately, a few minutes later, the team gathered from all directions.
Angrily roared, "Damn! Who asked you to do this? Where is Rodney?"
"Dead, Lord Rodney was smashed into the street cave ... Lord, Lord, we didn't do it first, he found us long ago, and killed him directly after dinner ..."
"Who ... in which direction?"
"Across the roadway."
"Stupidly stupid? What do you want to catch up with? Quickly ..."
...
At this time, a secluded alleyway dozens of miles away.
"Oh ... keke ..."
"Oh, the goshawk that fell to the ground will inevitably be destined to be crawled by the ants ... for many years, it was actually hurt in the hands of a small warrior at the prefecture level. It is really a novel experience ..."
Leaning on the wall, wiping the blood on the palm of his mouth and the corners of his mouth, Bamutu couldn't help shaking his head and chuckling, sighing with ridicule.
It is indeed a very novel experience. I want him to dominate the world with Bamutu, except for Wu Ting, who does not make the second person's terrorist power. Even if the air-level warrior is very rare, he is obediently lying in front of him. It was ironic to think that one day was hurt by a prefecture-level martial artist.
But this is the fact now, Jiang Xinyi battle, although with the help of Tang En, Bamutu and Woodin fight against each other. But after watching Wooding hurriedly explain a few words that he vomited blood and passed out, he knew how severely injured Bamatu was.
It is no exaggeration to say that under the world is the Batum. Because Beihuang's unique sacrifice cultivation practice makes him have a horrible body like music-level Warcraft, otherwise he did not drown in the river, and died early in the hands of the Bran Wushu who was continuously hunted down.
Of course, the situation is not optimistic. Bamutu is like a bruised tiger. Although the posture is still there, its strength has been greatly reduced. If you continue this way, it won't be long before you die under the dog's mouth that keeps chasing.
It is not that there is no opportunity to get rid of these walking dogs, and there are still three catty nails in the rotten ship, not to mention the first strongest player in the Northern Wilderness, Bamutu. The point is that he doesn't want to leave now, or that he can't leave like this ...
"Difficult ... what the is your kid ... but don't get into trouble, otherwise I won't be able to explain to the girl ..."
Needless to say, of course this kid can only be Tang En. Like Woodin's reading, Bamutu knew that Tang En did not hang up on the spot. However, it is really difficult to say that the space is turbulent. Even in the realm of Islamabad, it is also extremely secretive to the mysterious space. It is impossible to know whether Tang En has escaped from the turbulent space, let alone accurately guessing where Tang En came out.
North shortage? Bran? Crater? sea ​​level? Or that farmyard backyard ... who knows?
However, no matter where, it is clear that Tang En has great significance to Lansha, and he can only find the Bamutu by dragging himself seriously. Don't say anything else, at least try your best, otherwise it will still be the same sentence and cannot be explained ...
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Facts have proved that Bamutu's radiation search strategy along the Leinau River is doomed to no avail.
This is not to say that Bamatu's move was wrong. Just as Woodin explained that Winsling was searching in Bran South, Bamatu can only operate in the north now.
The real reason for the futility is that Tang En is now neither in the south nor in the north, but in the east, the far east ...
"At dusk, if you have romantic piano sounds ... present to me a classic woman-like tenderness ... make me standing on the reef crazy and quiet, like a giant born from the sea ..."
When Tang En slowly opened his eyes without reading, the content that his brain received for the first time was a melody like singing. Squinting and squinting for a while, consciousness gradually became clear. Immediately, occupational habits, subconscious analysis ...
Woman, young woman, three feet away, there is no threat ... Also, the voice is average, the treble can't go up ...
The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and the next moment, the body was full of pain like a tide.
"Ahem ..."
"... the breaking heart of the waves ... scary! Who ... Well, you woke up?" The first exclaimed, then screamed in surprise. Immediately afterwards, the pedaling, the joy of running footsteps, a beautiful face without carving, tangen eyes.
"You are ... keke ..." Tang En bluffed with a mouth, his voice was extremely hoarse and low, as if burned by coals, "Who are you? Where is this?"
"Haha, you finally woke up. My name is Cindy, but I prefer others to call me Siyi. This is my new name for myself, nice ... yeah, I'm your life-saving benefactor, it's me I picked you up on the beach. You were seriously injured at that time, it was almost broken, and it was scary to watch. And you have been in a coma for a week, and I thought you would never wake up again ... " Said dancing, this beautiful girl named Cindy, also known as Si Yi, was very excited.
Looks like there is something to read ...
怔怔 Looking at the closed lips in front of me, Tang En froze for a while, then responded: "Wait ... Thank you for your life-saving grace, I will repay you if you have a chance ... that, please ask Next, where is this? "
"Repay? No. God the Father teaches us that we cannot ask for grace in doing good deeds, otherwise we will be punished ..."
"How sorry ... wait, Keke ... Didn't hear the rereading of this sentence, Keke ... I asked, where is this? Bran? Keke ..." Tang En understood it now, The question must be concise, and there must be no room for the other party to play ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Otherwise, he is coughing, and he may not be able to interject.
"Of course it's Bran, we're on the mountain now." The Qingli girl took it for granted.
"On the mountain? Which mountain ... isn't it? Didn't you just say that you picked me up on the beach ... Um? The beach ?!" Tang En, who had finally returned to God, walked around and suddenly felt dumbfounded. He moved his ears gently, listening to the rustling tide of water coming out of the window above the head music, his expression changed greatly, "Cindy ... Si Ying ... Oh, help me up!"
"Did you call it wrong? My name is Si, not ..."
"I ... keke ... help me up!"
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After a moment, Tang En leaning against the window frame, stared wide, and stared down at the endless blue waters. The tide was ebbing, and he kept beating on the cliff where he should be. He opened his mouth and turned blankly. Looking up at the Qingli girl,
"That ... Is there a sea in Bran?"
………… (To be continued ...)