Chapter 340: The Tragedy of the Mule

At this time, before the ban on the Sumeru ring, there was only one demon in the Three Birds, and in the extreme boredom, the Three Birds decided to have some fun with his bird servants.

Brother Sanniao felt that this world was too desolate, and how could a demon beast actually be regarded as a demon beast? It was just a group of brute beasts that were not too small. Are those tide-like rats any merit other than having bigger eggs?

Besides, the human race, this bird servant of Nima's bird god and I actually can't cultivate, and there is no true qi fluctuation on his body at all.

Releasing demon consciousness to shine within thousands of miles, there are quite a few people who cultivate the truth, but this level is too low, right?

Don't say it's the Emperor of Tianzun, it's even a catastrophe, that is to say, the sun is soaring or something, and there is not even a possibility in this world. It's really boring to play.

But what can it be? Fun with cats and dogs. If you don't let this bird servant accidentally hang up, don't say that the brother who killed the pig will say me, even my bird servant's bird can't afford to lose it, right?

Brother Sanniao sighed while sighing, and at the same time told the bird servant loudly, there is no one in this world who is in the eyes of the bird god, if anyone makes us unhappy, it is simply a god blocking and killing God, and the Buddha blocking and killing Buddha, if you don't talk to them, you will die directly.

In the future, you can't say that you will kill, kill, kick to death, etc., you will die, you will die. Do you think it's cruel when you say it's tender? Don't you think it's very domineering and awesome when you say it's tender? You know what? Nima, do you still have cows in this world?

The bird servant waved his fist angrily, looked at the ring on his thumb from time to time, stretched his neck and roared tenderly, tenderly, tenderly-

Brother Sanniao looked at the deep ditch and high base of the village, and was very satisfied with the love of the bird servant, and said: "Tender dead girl! This is more awesome, remember that the expression should be ferocious, and you must be domineering and awesome, you know?

The bird servant's face was hideous, and his hands were chopping: "Believe it or not, uncle, I killed you?!"

Brother Bird said: "Well, it looks like that, but in the future, when you want the bird god to show miracles when there are people, you think in your heart, don't expose the bird god I know?

The high ditch of Huaning Village is in front, the deep ditch that is ten zhang deep, and the width is also ten zhang deep in the bottom of the fire oil, the rats either can't pass, and they have to take a large number of rat corpses to bury it, but as long as they fill it in, as soon as the fire oil burns, the deep ditch around the village becomes a barrier to the flames, and the mice can't pass lightly.

If you look at the rocky wall as high as a mountain, water is splashed on it, because it is cold, so the high wall becomes a wall of ice, and even if the rats reach the high wall, it is very difficult to hit the ice wall up to two meters thick or jump up.

On the high wall, there are young men patrolling at all times, holding weapons, lighting torches, and wearing fur fur made of rat skin, but it is not cold.

The mules on patrol today are the little leaders of this group of young adults. It is said that this guy is inhumane, but he is a big talker, and he likes to tease a big girl and a little daughter-in-law, but when he really shows the guy to go into battle shirtless, he is cowardly. Over time, the people in the stockade forgot his real name and called him a mule.

Since his real name was not called, he became a mule. The eyes of the mule are not right, he always likes to look at people with slanted eyes, speaks harshly, is insidious and vicious, and has become a plague god who is hidden in the village.

But this does not prevent him from being just as fierce and vicious to rats, and after the inhumane thing is determined, the main energy of the mule is used for cultivation. Although it is said that there is not much progress in qualifications, it is also the late stage of Qi training, which can be regarded as a great figure in the village. So this little boss deserves his name.

Patrolling the wall is a boring but sloppy thing.

Although Huaning Village is not the largest village, it also has a population of 2,000, and if one of the patrols is careless and is successfully attacked by rats, it is simply a sinner in the village. Besides, who of these militiamen is neither old nor young? So the sense of responsibility really doesn't need to be reminded.

However, on this cold day, the sky is numb and dark, there is nothing to do, and it is fun to chat and fart.

In fact, how many times they have repeated this fun, there is not much novelty anymore, it is purely to pass the boring time.

The content of the fart is nothing more than whose daughter-in-law stole someone, whose bed shook up endlessly all night, whose daughter-in-law called the bed and was hoarse and not afraid of shame, whose son climbed the old lady's bed and was beaten by his father, whose dog was said to be bumped into by the old widow, etc., in short, it is inseparable from the diet of men and women who are a little bullshit.

But what can it be?

Humanity has not yet fully emerged from the shadow of the apocalypse, facing the threat of death every day, and it is expected that they will spread their ideal wings and think about the future, is there anything more than this?

Live, survive, the days are always gray, paralyzing want us to be noble and no longer obscene, then good, we are also willing to civilization and progress, but when there are more Nima mice and thieves than people, you give us a try for noble civilization and progress?

It's boring!

The mule was sighing, and then he found Zhou Huajian, the bird servant who had returned from afar. So the mule came to his senses, and hurriedly beckoned everyone to come and see, and shouted in a sharp voice: "Look at who's back? Isn't this the little Jianjian who is going to die in the wasteland early in the morning?"

After a whistle, the young men who patrolled the wall crowded to this side, facing the outside of the wall with their shoulders and stretching their necks in a fierce manner, whistling and laughing and teasing.

"Xiao Jianjian, you bold and fat man dared to go to the wasteland alone, why did you come back? Didn't you say that you wanted to find a place with good feng shui to commit suicide?

"Haha! Xiao Jianjian, your Lan'er lit coals, warmed the quilt and waited for you to go home, you can't hold it back, right?"

"Xiao Jianjian, I didn't say you, you can't even think about this little thing, can you think about Miss Lan'er? Who is Lan'er? The daughter of the village master, that's what you can remember? People are born to prepare for the young sect master, you have to eat rat meat yourself, if Lan'er marries you, follow you to roast the mouse and eat it?" I really don't know what you think."

"That's it, Xiao Jianjian, you still come back to patrol the wall with us, are you worried about those useful? It's not a shame to come back and drink and fart, beat the rats alive, feed the rats when you die, this is our life, people have to accept their fate, right?"

"Let the drawbridge open the gate of the village, let Xiao Jianjian come back, oops, it's a good life, why are you willing to give it to yourself? Xiao Jianjian, let's not laugh at you. ”

The bird servant crossed his shoulders, his arms, and his neck craned, and glared viciously at the men who were making fun of him on the wall.

Brother Sanniao sighed: "I said bird servant, it seems that you are not a good bastard! Then what, how can we have a bird clan suffer such an insult? How about losing the face of the bird god? Do you want to give them some color?"

"Important!" the bird servant roared through gritted teeth.

"What's the point?" the bird god didn't react for a moment.

"The color is good!"

Brother Sanniao was excited when he heard this: "Quack quack, then what do you say about this color? Or we will burn their clothes to ashes?"

The bird servant thought about it, and felt that it was not appropriate to burn it to ashes, after all, it was a person in a stockade, and most of the ridicule was not malicious, but the mule?

Forehead drop god, see that leader Mu You? is him, burn his leather coat to ashes, let this guy be naked, show a dead bird and let him lose an adult, this thing is not a thing and hum!

Okay, what are you going to do with him? The light of God is everywhere, and the thoughts of God are rattling in the flames! But bird, are you sure you don't want to die?

God, I'm sure it's the tender and not the dead!

So the mule tragedy.

I saw the bird servant solemnly but contemptuously raise his thumb and nod at the mule, which was laughing proudly.

Everyone didn't know what kind of god Zhou Huajian was pretending to be, what the hell was going on, and they felt that this action looked so good, so nervous, so ridiculous. But just as everyone erupted in a burst of joking laughter, a scream resounded through the wall.

The scream was earth-shattering, and it scared everyone back into laughter. Everyone looked in unison at the mules that were screaming and jumping on the wall.

At this time, a strange fire suddenly appeared on the mule mouse's crotch, this flame appeared out of thin air from the mule's crotch, and then spread to other parts of the body with a stabbing sound, but the strange thing is that these flames burned unhurriedly, and the flames formed did not feel hot, but when the rat fur passed by, it was instantly wiped out, and the mule's body was exposed to the cold weather piece by piece.

The moment the mule saw that his crotch was on fire, fear flooded him.

Where did this strange fire come from? Why did it suddenly burn? And the strange thing is that only the rat fur was burned out, and not a single hair was destroyed in his own words, let alone the skin.

This is terrible, this strange flame slapped up and down by itself, and the flame stuck to the hand not only could not be extinguished, but also could not be stored in the hand like water, and flowed away as soon as it sticked.

Seeing that his words and even his whole body were naked in the cold wind, the strange fire floated in front of his eyes and fluttered and trembled, as if he was living, as if he was laughing at him, and seemed to be scolding him, and even more so despising him.

you, what kind of hell fire is this?

At this time, Brother Sanniao looked at the words of the mule trembling in the cold weather, and was shocked for a long time: "I said bird servant, why don't you fight for a little anger and grow like that? Look at the people's tsk, soft and so majestic, isn't your little bean ding? You said right?"

The bird servant finally laughed in his heart.

Forehead drop God, mule that's, mules know no? no matter how big it is, no bird quacks!

Is it really? What a big lump of wood actually works? Really fake?

At this time, the mule looked up to the sky and howled: "What kind of immortal have I offended-"

Everyone on the wall of the wall was terrified, and they all shivered and hid far away. In the center of the stockade, a long rainbow suddenly flew up and slashed towards the wall.

The mule saw Changhong, and suddenly cried: "Master Ji, come and kill Zhou Huajian, he has become a monster——"