Chapter 411 Dragon Castle

The comparison troops finally started the war. Uncle Long's army was all red in his eyes. The master was killed so easily, and they had no choice but to repay the monarch with death.

Both sides shot and retreated. Soon, a group of people fell down. Blood gathered into a small river and flowed randomly in any direction. Finally, they all entered the territory of the cactus and were greedily absorbed by the cactus.

The bullets splashed everywhere like raindrops, and a series of blood would splash when hit the body. Soon, the number and speed of the bullets finally eased, and it seemed that the winner had been decided at this time.

Uncle Long's team won with the advantage of loyalty. Just as they emerged from behind the dodging cactus to avenge Uncle Long, a denser burst of bullets suddenly came over, and they didn't even react.

Then they felt a burning thing enter their body, and then quickly made holes in their bodies. They didn't even react, and a string of red blood flowers stirred up all over their bodies, and then they fell to the ground

, motionless.

Looking at the corpse lying on the ground that had long been dead, Long Qian shook his head and said arrogantly: "Those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish. Let's go and settle the score with the old guy of the Dragon King, this time

We succeed, and everyone’s benefits are indispensable.”

Long Qian glanced at the Dragon King Castle lurking among the cactus, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

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"What happened later?" Yin Hui asked anxiously as he looked at the two soldiers who took him to the Dragon King Building.

"Don't care, just implement family rules." The two of them answered faintly.

Seeing that the two of them were not worried, Yin Hui had no need to feel at ease as an outsider, so he just nodded and sat down.

"Dragon King, Master Yin Hun is here with your soul."

It was silent inside, as if no one was there. The two looked at each other, then quickly opened the door, but found that the Dragon King was lying quietly on the recliner, his eyes slightly closed and motionless, his face was a little pale, and his body was connected.

No bullying in his chest.

Seeing this, Yin Hui shouted without shouting. He hurriedly walked up and grabbed the Dragon King's hand and carefully probed it. However, he found that the pulse had stopped long ago and he had no breathing, but his body temperature was still a little warm.

When the two guards saw this, they stood there in a daze, and they didn't react for a long time. When one of the tall and stupid men reacted, they had already raised their pistol to their heads.

Ready to shoot.

The gods they believed in had left this world, and they were going to another world to continue to follow him.

Yin Hui also noticed the guy's abnormal behavior, slapped off the gun in his hand, and cursed: "Don't fucking trouble here, I need your help to save the Dragon King."

"The Dragon King has left, and we don't want to live anymore." The tall man bent down as cold as ice to pick up the gun.

Bang!

Yin Hui slapped the man in the face: "Don't you just fart, help me quickly, I can save him."

The two soldiers did not move, both smiled bitterly and shook their heads. They knew the Dragon King's body very well. They clearly felt the Dragon King's pulse that had stopped long ago and they had not even breathed. How could they save them?

Yin Hui did not continue to care about them, but pulled three hairs off the Dragon King's hair, handed one to the big one, and the other to the small one: "You two pinch these two hairs tightly.

, Never let him fall from his hands, otherwise even a god will be powerless."

Both of them looked at the two hairs like fools, looking at Yin Hui for some reason, wondering what the hell was.

"Why are you still standing there? If you don't want the Dragon King to live, just fart." The more anxious Yin Hui was, the more dull they were. Yin Hui was so angry that he sweared and scolded.

"Okay." The short man finally decided to give it a try, took the hair from his hand and wrapped it tightly around him, straightening it.

The big man also grabbed his hair, wrapped the ends around his hands, and straightened his hair.

Yin Hui bit another hair on his teeth and bit it hard, fearing that his hair would fall out of his mouth. He quickly overturned the gradually cold body of the Dragon King to the ground, with his back facing up, and took it off.

Get clothes.

At that time, he quickly took out a yellow talisman with several phantoms from his pocket and threw it on the Dragon King's back. The talismans quickly burned as soon as they touched the Dragon King's body.

.When those spells finally turned into ashes, Yin Hui quickly rubbed the Dragon King's rough and wounded back with his hands, completely covering the black paper ash on the back.

Then an inexplicable scene appeared, and countless red blood bubbles grew rapidly on the Dragon King's skin like bubbles. The blood bubbles were exactly the same as human faces, with noses, eyes, mouths, and ears.

Each one is the size of a palm, and it is densely popped up on his skin, making a dull sound of gusting, about a dozen.

The two men were frightened. They had never seen this scene before and their eyes were wide open.

"My hair, don't bend your hair?" Yin Hui looked up and shouted loudly. Only then did the two of them react and quickly straightened their hair.

Yin Hui continued to bow his head and waited for the grimace to appear, and then patted hard. The sound of slapping and slapping constantly. Soon, the red blood foam splashed out from the torn skin.

The grimaces disappeared one by one. Yin Hui didn't care about the mess. Every time blood splashed out from it, he would put his mouth up so that the blood would splash onto the black hair.

Soon, when Yin Hun settled down, the two soldiers were stunned, but they kept Yin Hun's teachings in mind, and the hair in their hands was not curled at all.

After all the dozen blood bubbles were broken, Yin Hui stood up. At this moment, his face was covered with red blood foam, which looked very scary, just like a devil.

"Give me the hair, don't let them bend it." Yin Hui said as she straightened the hair biting on her mouth, and then slowly twisted the three hairs into one piece.

Both soldiers were inexplicably excited because they seemed to feel the resurrection of the Dragon King.

"Please help the Dragon King up." Yin Hui said, taking out the golden wooden box from his pocket, opening the lid, and suddenly two beams of light of different shapes and colors flew out from it, and then quickly lifted his hair.

Silk surrounded.

The hair seemed to be able to absorb light, and soon the two beams of light penetrated into the black hair. At this moment, the hair turned into a colorful small wooden stick, emitting colorful light. Yin Hun

There was a look of surprise on his face, and then he quickly turned around and looked at the Dragon King.

The Dragon King had been helped up by two soldiers and sat upright on the recliner. Yin Hui quickly squatted down and slowly placed the colorful hair in his hand on the Dragon King's forehead, and then gently grinded it with his hands.

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A loud bang, a burst of machine gun collision sounded mixed with chaotic footsteps and quickly came. When the chaotic sound appeared at the door, Long Qian's unscrupulous and arrogant laughter came.

"Kill me!" He did not hesitate at all. With a command, the bullets came as if they were raining. The two soldiers hurriedly blocked the front, and there was no time to fight back, so they were hit by the bullets. However, they

The final reason allowed them to use their bodies to form a human wall, blocking the Dragon King and Yin Hun.

It was not until the two corpses were beaten into bloody meat sauce and the bones were crushed that they slowly fell down.

The gunshot stopped at this time, and Long Qian accelerated his pace and chased after him. Looking at the fainting Dragon King and Yin Hun, who was pressing the Dragon King's forehead with his eyes closed, he laughed wildly and said, "Master Yin Hun, I think it's

You still have some energy. I sincerely beg you to join our new Dragon Team, and I will not treat you badly."

He didn't answer, and didn't even open his eyes to look at him. He continued to massage the Dragon King's forehead with a bright light, without any pause, as if Long Qian was not talking to him.

In fact, he was so nervous that he knew that people like Long Qian, who even dared to betray his relatives, could not do anything?

"Okay, you are very moral, so I'll let you continue to do it." After saying that, Long Qian raised his hand and fired a shot on Yin Hui's arm that massaged the Dragon King.

Bang.

The bullet quickly pierced Yin Hui's arm. The arm that he massaged the Dragon King suddenly slid off the Dragon King's forehead. Blood flowed out of his arm like a newly opened faucet, and soon dyed his arm.

It's red.

Without thinking, he directly pressed his other arm up and gave the Dragon King a slow massage. He was not sure whether this would work or not. He didn't know how long it would take when he merged with the other soul and soul seven souls and six souls.

Only then can he awaken the Dragon King, but now... he has no other intention to care about this. As long as he doesn't fall into the Dragon Qian's hands, then the death is also the reason.

Because there is only one ending in Long Qian's hands, that is, life is worse than death.

"Okay, okay, you guys have a habit." Long Qian sneered repeatedly, then shot Yin Hui's other arm.

Blood flowed out from inside again, Yin Hui took a breath of cold air, leaned back, his arms could not move, and he could not support his body, and finally fell heavily to the ground.

He felt that his body had no more feelings, his breathing was a little exhausted, and all the blood that gushed out of his heart gathered on his arms, and his heart was beating became weaker and weaker.

"I'll give you another last chance. If you continue to refuse... Humph, I don't want to continue to get entangled with you." Long Qian squatted down, pointed a cold pistol at Yin Hun's forehead, and looked fiercely at him with a fierce look.

asked glaring at him.

"Bah!" He finally cursed angrily after he had worked so hard that he fell to the ground with a decadent body, and he had no strength to speak.

"Okay, you're fucking good." Long Qian stood up and pressed the pistol wrench directly. He saw a series of flames splashing out from the muzzle, forming a series of sparks, which quickly pierced into his eyes.

He closed his eyes, and this time he had no life to survive.

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"Huh?" Cuihua, who was sitting in the office of the Director of the Military Control Commission, suddenly realized her chest with her hands. She had not come back to her senses for a long time. He frowned and thought for a while, feeling that something seemed to have made her restless.

thing.

He walked out of the office of the Director of the Military Control Commission, who could be described as a tight seal, took a deep breath, looked up at the floating white clouds in the sky, and the vast and crooked trees in the distance, and frowned.

: "Is it possible that something happened to that kid?"

"What happened? No, that kid looks lucky and lucky, and there are some old guys who are guarding him. There should be no accident." She thought anxiously: "But if it doesn't happen."

If something happened, why did his heart needle feel like a needle? What was going on?" He walked carefully to the front, then touched his chest with a little heartbroken heart, as if he didn't feel anything else

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"Miss, what are you doing here?" Sun Dahai walked out of the office, holding two glasses of bright coffee in his hand, and asked with great concern.

"Nothing." Cuihua shook her head quickly, took a cup of coffee from Sun Dahai's hand casually, and asked with concern: "Do you know where Yin Hui went? Why do I feel an ominous premonition?"

"An ominous premonition?" Sun Dahai looked at her with a little dumbfounded look and asked, "What's your relationship with him? How can you feel him?"

"The sixth sense of a woman." Cuihua didn't have time to explain so much to him, but just asked casually: "Will you take me to see Yin Hui?"
To be continued...