The price paid to gain power is too high, and a gentleman feels a little overwhelmed.
When I think about his future, everyone will be like a cold prison. There are also a lot of good and innocent souls in the prison, holding his thigh and begging for help, chatting, begging for liberation, begging for salvation, begging for sacrifice.
Ahem...
Just devote yourself to this!
There is only one soul left, and there are no basic conditions.
Therefore, it is completely conceivable how bleak the future of a gentleman is.
What we face every day is a cold prison, full of negative energy and bloody facts, which will sooner or later turn a gentleman into a genocide with a broken outlook on the world.
Everyone wants to go up and stab him.
and!
This is not a joke, this is real action.
The righteous soul of a gentleman really hates to see batch after batch of good and evil souls being imprisoned and tortured.
He always does what he says -
As a hero, if you can't lift a sword to kill evil, soar into the sky with anger, and rise up for the good of all heavens, then it would be more comfortable to be a housekeeper.
so!
It makes the gentleman look a little weird to everyone now...
In the eyes of the sky, the fire of divine punishment that is about to move seems to burn everything to ashes.
If it weren't for the current situation where there was no need to turn against each other for the time being, and the demons still needed to be used to drive away tigers and devour wolves, otherwise he would blow the heads of a bunch of demons with a backhand punch.
Not to mention, as long as we are human beings, we are bound to have emotions and desires and certain material needs!
Strength, supernatural powers, magic weapons, wealth, rights, Taoist companions...etc., a series of things that a gentleman has needs.
And the demand is extremely terrifying.
after all!
If you fall behind, you will be beaten. If a hero wants to stabilize the sinful side, the price and blood he pays are infinite.
But now it's a good thing, the Taoist couple's demand has been directly eliminated.
The gentleman was completely stunned. He covered his eyes and blurted out: "Isn't this too tragic?"
He is just a baby weighing over 200 pounds!
Do you understand that minors need protection?
Then... the gentleman who refused to give up took away several bodies one after another.
Refresh the body.
But the celestial eye follows him as closely as the hollow human face on his body, and has become a part of the soul of a gentleman.
Can no longer be separated.
It cannot be forcibly closed or erased without great force.
And the backer behind the Heavenly Eye is [Justice], and the backer behind the empty human face is [Dead World]
Just pick one of these two big guys and they are like the big daddies in the world. At the very least!
A gentleman would not dare to offend, after all, he still relies on two big bosses for his livelihood.
Cry with laughter!
If he were not a gentleman, he would still go astray and look at the world and people with the help of Zhang Youde and the Supreme Brother's normal perspective.
otherwise!
The gentleman felt that he would not be able to withstand this blow in a short time.
He also wants to find a wife.
so!
It’s really great to have an older brother and a younger brother who have the same soul!
He, a gentleman, can finally continue to be a normal person.
——It was so miserable that I laughed and cried.
?
boom--
"puff!"
Just when he forcibly accepted the bleak reality, the gentleman suddenly bowed his waist, his eyes bulged, spit out a mouthful of old blood, and covered his waist with a pale face.
Drenched in blood and sweat.
"I'm horny!"
"That turtle grandson burst my waist again?"
"If you dare to stand up, I promise I won't beat you to death."
"This is not over, is it?"
The gentleman vomited blood and looked at the heavy fighter planes in the sky fiercely, then at the demons in a circle around him, and at the protective shield in front of him that was leaking like a hornet's nest.
now!
There is a breeze blowing... It is the gentle sadness of a gentleman.
The fist in his hand is tight and tight!
The blood was vomited again and again!
I almost couldn't help but explode.
The expressions on their faces were terrifying, and wherever the eyes of heaven passed... the demons suddenly seemed to have their souls seen through.
They all lowered their heads in embarrassment.
but!
They have no intention of repenting at all.
after all!
You can rebel if you want to rebel, and you can also buy teammates by the way. These are all basic operations.
However, trying to get them to contribute is simply making things difficult.
If a man does not serve himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth!
It's understandable that he secretly keeps so many billions of energy in his hands and saves all his trump cards in case of emergencies.
after all!
Isn't the essence of demons going out to work lies in how to work perfectly without losing any strength?
Can!
The mistake is that most demons instinctively think this way.
so!
Now it has become that they are acting as gentlemen.
And the acting is very bad.
Each teammate looks like a pig. The layers of seemingly ridiculously thick array restrictions can't even hold a round of bullets, just like layers of plastic film.
It breaks when you poke it.
Those who don’t know better think that a large group of demons working together to protect the law cannot withstand a tube of Gatling.
It is simply a disgrace to the Demon Realm.
at this time!
Silence is better than sound...
The dark green protective cover is exposed to the wind like a sieve.
The gentleman is holding his waist and vomiting blood!
No one spoke.
Only the artillery fire is roaring!
You demons, look at me and I look at you. It’s so embarrassing that you can squeeze out three rooms and one living room with just the soles of your feet.
but!
This embarrassment could not hurt their face at all, and someone immediately stood up to shirk responsibility...
"They are a bunch of common men and trash. They have grown so much muscle in vain that they are weak even if they put a protective shield on them."
"There are also a bunch of old ladies watching the show over there. You are actually eating melon seeds while riding a horse. You don't want to let it go."
Demons: "...???"
"Trench?"
"Are you such a brave fortune teller? Stop talking, brothers and sisters, just fuck him!"
"Bang bang bang bang!"
"Boom boom boom boom!"
"Ouch, ouch, ouch... ho ho ho ho!"
"Damn it, you're a bunch of trash, they're eating me for nine days and ten places, and the demons are dancing wildly and the wind is killing me!"
"Ha-huh-huh!"
Immediately afterwards, just a few seconds passed, accompanied by a group of seemingly weak and powerless demonic wind sweeping past.
What was left behind was countless casualties.
Corpses everywhere!
A large number of demons were lying on the ground, their bodies bleeding like rivers.
If there weren't some people secretly tickling, eating melon seeds, wiping clothes, snoring, grabbing handfuls of ash and smearing it on their faces, pretending to be seriously injured.
Gentlemen really believe their evil deeds,
Suddenly!
"Hehehe..."
A big # sign appears on the forehead of a gentleman.
I feel like my intelligence has been seriously insulted.
"Do you dare to be more exaggerated with your acting skills?" The gentleman smiled sinisterly: "This brittle and paper-like protection of the magic circle."
"Is this your attitude?"
"very good!"
Gentlemen are too lazy to care about them, they are annoying to the eyes.
He was laughing wildly!
With his backhand, he lifted up the RPG launcher in his hand and fired wildly at the fighter planes in the sky.