The crisis came quietly, and everyone who didn't know that someone was planning to destroy the island and the people together still fought to death.
The stars were shining dimly, which meant that another participant in the battle was finished. Dongchen, two women, three women, five Vajras and a monk stood in a circle with a large pit in the middle.
"My patience is limited. Tell me, who are you?"
Uniform uniforms and uniform attire, it looks like standard equipment at first glance.
Dressed up like this, it was difficult for Dong Chen not to doubt him, because these things brought back some bad memories in Dong Chen's heart, some gray memories buried deep in his heart that were now opened in blood.
Thick murderous intent filled the air, and Annie, who had been frightened by Erdai before, suddenly came back to her senses, looked at Dongchen and smiled sweetly.
One family is happy and the other is sad. Annie's recovery makes Dongchen very happy, so Dongchen decides to give the restless guys below another chance.
"There was once a great nation that, in a dark age, invented an art that amazed the world." He crossed his arms, tapped his toes, and the corners of Dongchen's mouth curved in a strange arc. Standing next to him
Vegeta trembled inexplicably and subconsciously moved two steps to the side.
What is the boss going to do?
With his fingers spread slightly and looking at his fingertips, Dongchen sincerely admired: "This great nation with a long history of ten thousand years is called Yanhuang, and that gloomy era is called Qing Dynasty. And what I am talking about, the art that makes the world admire it, is called
The ten major tortures of the Manchu Qing Dynasty. Ten types of torture that tortured people to the extreme. How many of them can you persist in?"
A nation that has lasted ten thousand years, a punishment in a dark age, an art that has amazed the world?
The search team buried in the sand pit is not stupid. Everyone can understand what Dongchen is saying, but they are afraid because they understand clearly. What is the punishment that rises to the level of art? Just thinking about it makes one's hair stand on end.
Fear. This fear does not come from the punishment itself, because it is impossible for the team to know what the ten punishments are, but they know ten thousand years and understand the art even more.
Mysterious and terrifying.
The unknown is scary.
Dongchen stood at the edge of the pit without saying a word, his soul-stirring murderous intent getting stronger every time.
The team's bodies buried in the sand became increasingly wet, and their breathing became heavier and heavier. It didn't last long...
"I said, I said everything..."
After listening silently, Dongchen tilted his neck and turned around with his sword in hand, and said casually: "Vegeta, bury them."
"You...you said you wouldn't kill me. Liar, you will go to hell, Lord..."
Five pairs of rough big feet pushed left and right, and the previously dug mound of soil was filled in. At the end of the day, Vegeta stepped up and stepped hard with his feet.
"What should we do, send a signal to Bergobold to escape?" Christina looked at Dongchen worriedly. The information just now was too shocking. The Sanyo Consul came in his flagship.
Just think about that huge flagship that should be walking in outer space, and you will know how terrifying it is. Although it is still floating in the deep sea to save energy, no one can guarantee whether it will suddenly rush out.
Christina will never forget who the team that attacked her and was buried alive was looking for. The fat man was killed by Dongchen.
Regret? No, Dongchen will not regret it. If he does it again, Dongchen will still kill Fatty. Even if he knows in advance who Fatty's father is, Dongchen will still kill him, and he will be more ruthless.
"I hate soldiers, and I hate politicians even more."
Everyone could hear the resentment deep in their hearts. The team members, together with Catherine, who had just recovered, looked at Dongchen in confusion.
What happened to him?
Sadness, anger, resentment, and negative emotions broke out, and Dongchen suddenly ran back to the top of the pit and stamped on him as hard as he could.
Boom! Boom! There was a muffled sound, and the red color overflowed. Dong Chen kicked the sand away with both feet, gasped and closed his eyes, blood surged to the top of his head one after another, his back tightened, and there were two more soft masses.
Christina hugged Dongchen tightly. Although she didn't know what happened, she knew that her man needed her and needed her comfort.
Men? What is a man?
Only those who shield themselves from the wind and rain, hold their chests and raise their heads are called men. As a man, no matter how hard or tired you are, you have to stand in front of your family, bear all the pressure, and bear all the hardships.
However, men are also human beings. They can also suffer, be tired, and be exhausted.
Excessive pressure can lead to collapse, so a woman is needed, a woman who can relieve stress.
Women are like water, gentle and peaceful.
Catherine stared blankly at the devil-like man, watching the pain on his face gradually calm down, and looking at the woman behind him who was as gentle as water and as passionate as fire, wishing she could rub herself into the body of the devil.
A strange emotion slowly grew in my heart.
Envy? Yes, very envious.
The King Kongs headed by Vegeta scratched their foreheads in envy.
"Boss, should we also find some women?" A certain King Kong twitched his nose, his face turned red and he was at a loss.
Vegeta smacked his lips: "I think it's okay, but where can we find the woman we like? I don't like those firewood sticks with small arms and legs and no flesh on their bodies."
A pair of rough big claws drew a wide arc, and Vegeta sighed yearningly: "Hey, it's so difficult to find a woman like this."
"Brother Vegeta, is that a woman you're looking for?" Annie pouted angrily, obviously angry at King Kong's previous words. Small arms, lower legs, a firewood stick without two ounces of flesh? She was bulging with anger.
floated in front of Dong Chen, Annie proudly raised her breasts: "Brother, is Annie beautiful?"
The warm atmosphere was broken. Looking at the arrogant little Lolita in front of him, Dongchen was delighted. He took her into his arms and rubbed her hard twice: "Of course Annie is beautiful, her whole body is beautiful, especially..."
Being attacked on the chest, Annie's pretty little face was filled with heat! How could my brother do this? There are so many people.
Laughing loudly, he hugged Annie tightly, turned around and hugged Christina, and Dongchen's only trace of violence drifted away in the wind.
Joy dissipates hatred, and the sorrow of the past once again weighs in the bottom of my heart.
Not to forget, but to prepare for the next outbreak.
The longer time goes by, the more serious the scars will be. Just like a sleeping volcano, it is nothing but angry.
The joyful time is always short-lived. This island is destined to never be peaceful or peaceful.
Walking through spring and summer, walking through autumn and winter, fighting and fighting on this strange island. Just for the title of apostle.
What is an apostle? No one seems to be able to give a rough idea, even Jasmine's previous explanation was incomplete.
In the center of the island, under a giant tree, a mysterious man is sitting on a chair in a trance, with a lavender crystal cross shining brightly on his chest.
"Two days, and in two more days, there will be one more companion, the eighth and last one."
With his long and slender fingers spread out, the ancient Bible was opened. The mysterious man's face hidden under the hood was blurred. He sighed with a neutral voice that could not distinguish between male and female. A whisper floated into the clouds: "Is the apostle a salvation or a curse?"