The man with a dark red face cupped his fists from afar,
"Little brother, my surname is Mang, Mang from Mangshan, my name is Mang. I'll see you at Bafanglou later!"
It seems that the guys from Heichenhai like Bafanglou's dishes. Well, of course, the greater possibility may be that they like to give Niu Lanqi face.
"Brother Mang?" Zhao Zheng smacked his lips, why did the name sound a bit strange, "Where is the good wine in Bafanglou? Qingquan Mountain is Uncle Wen's home brew. Later, I will take you to a good place. As for now
"?"
"Wow, I fuck your mother Liu Renjun, I've tolerated you for a long time, please stick your ass out for me, hahaha!!"
"Boom~"
Mang was dumbfounded as he watched the theoretically supreme commander of the garrison rampage in the center of the battlefield, his head and face covered in cold sweat.
You, you... no one cares about this kid? This is so irresponsible!
Before Mang could finish sighing, he saw a guy who was stronger and stockier than him, with a man under his arm and a mighty half-ton rooster on his head, rumbling across the edge of the battlefield in a majestic manner.
He quickly ran into an alley and disappeared.
Mang: "..."
Aren't you Mingguang people always so casual? This is a war! You have to be more serious!
On the contrary, the three-hundred-meter blood corpse giant was almost beaten into rags, but he still had the mind to observe the situation outside the field. I don’t know which eye saw Master Sanhuang. The blood corpse giant roared with all his strength,
"That chicken, what is that! Why do I feel the aura of the warlock on it? This is impossible, this is impossible..."
Zhao Zheng said while removing half of Liu Renjun's head,
"Oh, switch, the kind that can directly contact the Warlock Master by pressing the switch. Isn't it scary? Is it a bug? Is it a backdoor? You know, Mingguang people have always been good at using backdoors."
The blood corpse giant remained silent,
"Then you Mingguang people have really strong tastes."
"Fuck you, you're at this point and you still want to have sex with me??"
What followed was two heavy punches from General Zhao Zheng with the equivalent of at least half a ton.
The skeletons on Liu Renjun's head collapsed one after another, but he smiled extremely happily,
"Hahaha, a chicken? A... living chicken?? The space fluctuations here are already like a mess. You actually found a living creature. Do you want to serve as an anchor? You are simply ignorant.
Ridiculous, hahaha~"
Zhao Zheng jumped up and down on Liu Renjun's head,
(Damn it, where did this lunatic put his mouth?)
No mouth found.
Zhao Zheng had no choice but to respond with an almighty, righteous sneer,
"Then, it's time to show off your real skills!"
...
The man sent to find the warlock was almost paralyzed, but Ali and Secretary Qin gave Mingguang an unexpected surprise, although it didn't feel that reliable.
On the city gate building with the highest second wall, Ali looked at Ye Ming strangely who appeared out of nowhere.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
Ye Ming said nonchalantly,
"Don't worry, you won't hurt this chicken. Isn't it true that the more miserable it cries, the faster the warlock will come?"
Ali and Qin Yuanfeng looked at each other.
They had only heard that Master Warlock could be summoned through Three Yellows. Lin Chou had done this more than once. As for the specific operation process, please ask, as Master Three Yellows did not have an operation manual attached to him.
So much so that Ali couldn't help but murmured,
"Why isn't there an instruction manual?"
Poor Mr. Sanhuang was tied with chicken wings behind his back and hung upside down on the city gate building. His golden pupils were not angry, but of course he would still let out a few embarrassing screams from time to time.
After all, Mr. Sanhuang's weight has greatly exceeded the normal tonnage. This kind of hanging upside down posture is quite unfriendly to fat people.
However!
nobody!
No one in this world can offend the supreme majesty of Master Sanhuang!
Emmmm, except for the few times when Lin Chou almost stewed Sanhuang into a crock pot, Sanhuang had never seen anyone dare to touch his finger.
"Oh~oh~"
Master Sanhuang suddenly screamed because someone had plucked out several of the longest of its glossy tail feathers.
Ye Ming pinched a few chicken feathers and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
"Um..."
"This thing..."
"How on earth should it be summoned??"
There were quite a few people present, but let alone such high-end operations as using chicken feathers to summon warlocks, we were all so honest that we had never even used chicken feathers as arrows!
How to summon?
Stop making trouble, we definitely don’t know either...
It took a long time before a guy who often hangs out on Yanhui Mountain spoke up,
"I heard someone say that when Boss Lin summons the warlock, he rubs the chicken feathers with his hands, and then loudly says that he wants to stew the three yellows. Well, occasionally he seems to have made a noise about stewing the warlock... and then the warlock uncle...
Arrived in no time..."
Everyone looked at this fourth-level alienated person named Wang Xiancheng.
Stewed three yellows?
Stewed the warlock?!
Ye Ming looked up at the sky, you said it so lightly!
Damn it, I suddenly regretted taking on such a thankless job.
Ye Ming has been in the base city for so long, and he is the heir of General Ye. He needs to be rich and powerful. If he really lacks something...
Well, in short, most of the people present now feel that this guy may be a little unlucky.
(It was obviously a great opportunity to grab credit, so why did it end up like this?)
Ye Ming is a millionaire who doesn’t understand or understand.
His expression was bitter...
Oh no...
Ye Ming stood at the top of the city gate building with a mournful face.
No one knows why he stood so high. Maybe he thought the signal would be slightly better when calling when standing high?
Ye Ming held the chicken feathers in his hands and slowly began to rub them.
After rubbing it for a while, Ye Ming felt that his palms were already soaked with sweat.
(Why am I a little scared? Ben, this general is obviously shining brightly to save Mingguang. Me, me, me, all evil spirits retreat!!)
Ye Ming encouraged himself crazily, and finally raised his hand to throw the crumpled feathers high.
"Come out, Master Warlock~"
The onlookers sprayed all over the floor.
This guy's voice is so feminine that it's just like the meowing sound that those women in the Hualiu Alley make with the doors ajar when soliciting customers.
"despair"
Wet feathers fell to the ground.
A bleak cold wind blew by, but nothing happened.
Ye Ming waited for a long time and said solemnly,
"Otherwise, let's find someone else. The Warlock Master may not be compatible with my aura."
As if facing a formidable enemy, everyone took several steps back.
Fuck you!
We don’t get along with the aura of Mr. Warlock either!
You are the right one!
The auras of your whole family and the warlock uncle are very compatible!
A guy named Wang Xiancheng kindly made a suggestion,
"Young Master Ye, you are not doing this right. You are going wrong. You are rubbing the chicken feathers while saying that you are going to stew Sanhuang and Lord Warlock. Be more fierce. I believe your acting skills are top notch!"
Ye Ming was so angry that his head buzzed.
This is not a question of whether the acting skills are online or not, it is simply a question of whether the courage is online or not!
Ye Ming glanced at the people around him resentfully. The people he caught either looked up at the sky, or bared their teeth with a threatening expression on their faces.
In the end, Ye Ming, who was in his forties and was still given the mocking title of Young Master Ye, took a deep breath and rubbed the chicken feathers in his hands fiercely.
"The sky is above, but the thick soil has not yet been seen. Today, I, Ye Ming, will cut off chicken heads and burn yellow paper for Mingguang Base City..."
Wang Xiancheng was stunned.
"No, what the hell is Young Master Ye talking about!"
Ali thought for a while,
"I don't know much about things in the field of metaphysics, but I guess Young Master Ye wants to appear more serious, right?"
Everyone nodded thoughtfully.
The muscles on Ye Ming's face were trembling, and his expression could be said to be quite ferocious. He seemed to be risking his life.
"A good three-yellow chicken, stir-fried, deep-fried, barbecued, stewed, the wine and meat passed through the intestines and stayed in the heart of the Buddha. What the hell..."
Every time he uttered nonsense, Ye Ming fiercely pulled out a long feather from Master Sanhuang's tail.
How many feathers can a chicken have?
After a while, Master Sanhuang's majestic tail turned into a bald gourd...
Master Sanhuang's screams have also changed from deafening to a faint squealing. It seems that the whole chicken's energy and energy have dissipated with the plucked tail hair, and it looks like it is hopeless.
(Once upon a time, I, Mr. Sanhuang, was also a super handsome guy with thick hair, but now, I’m so damn bald!)
Ye Ming pulled out a machete with a "swish" sound.
"Success or failure depends on this!!"
Everyone was shocked.
"Damn it, does this guy really want to be chopped down?"
"This, this, this, when did Young Master Ye become so courageous?"
"What if the warlock doesn't come after cutting it off..."
Boom!
A flash of lightning almost split the dark yellow sky into two. Even the surging cloud of corpses was torn apart and did not close together for a long time.
Everyone was startled, as they seemed to have just heard the iconic "pop" sound.
"Master Warlock is here!"
"But... where is it..."
"Let's go, let's go, you're blocking my view~"
A gray, huge whirlpool portal that was somewhat similar to the Nightmare Portal spread out behind Ye Ming at some point.
Ye Ming turned around stiffly because he felt an unprecedented murderous aura, and his heart felt cold.
Before he could say anything, his vision went dark and he was rushed backwards by a torrent of water.
"Ding dong... crackling... clatter..."
Various weird sounds penetrated the dimensional wall along with the weird objects in the portal.
Those who are a little further away can naturally see what it is that washed Ye Ming away:
Pale skeletons, including but not limited to skulls, spines, and leg bones.
The extremely bright red armor-like object seemed to be the exoskeleton of some creature.
A big luminous turtle made a clicking sound, and as the pliers opened and closed, the surrounding air seemed to solidify into ice.
Oh, what a coincidence is that the head of the warlock also rolled out along with the hundreds of cubic meters of rags...
In the rubbish piled all over the city wall, the Warlock Master found all his parts and installed them in just ten seconds. He was very professional and skillful.
The hollow eyes were burning with bloody will-o'-the-wisps, and the warlock's voice was hoarse as usual.
"What did you do to Master Sanhuang!!"
Even if he is hoarse, everyone can completely feel the anger of the warlock master from within.
"Who are you? How dare you offend the noble Lord Sanhuang!!"
It seems that if Ye Ming disagrees with him, he will be wiped out in ashes, even worse than being wiped out in ashes. If the warlock uncle didn't get angry and kill him directly, he would gently touch Ye Ming's dog head.
"Oh~" Sanhuang, who was hanging upside down in the city gate building, cried feebly, extinguishing the warlock's anger in time.
This made the warlock anxious. He quickly put Sanhuang down and let out a series of exclamations.
"Oh my God, it's so cruel and heartless!"
"Master Sanhuang, why are your feet swollen? They are all bald..."
"Ah ah ah, what's wrong with this cute little butt... damn... it's bleeding!!"
The warlock scratched at his sleeves.
Unfortunately, his sleeves never held anything of economic value to the warlock himself.
"I want a bottle of magic plant essence."
Who dares not to give it?
Almost everyone standing on the city gate building had at least two bottles in their hands!
After Master Sanhuang drank the magic plant essence, his physical strength bar was quickly replenished, and he stretched his neck and pecked Ye Ming out of the garbage.
Ye Ming stood there shivering and said to the warlock,
"Uh...well...Master Warlock, I..."
Unexpectedly, Master Sanhuang pushed the warlock away with a slap of his butt.
The old warlock smiled harshly like an old bird, put his hands in his sleeves and squatted down obediently, his eyes bright.
Sanhuang tilted his head and stared into Ye Ming's eyes with his golden eyes.
"..."
Ye Ming swore that he had just seen a series of complex emotions, including murderous intent, and a variety of close-ups of death methods from the eyes of a chicken.
"Pap~"
A bare chicken butt slapped Ye Ming hard on the face.
"..."
Sanhuang scratched the ground with his chicken claws and kicked the ravaged feathers in front of Ye Ming.
"..."
Ye Ming's brain was running wildly:
What does this mean? What does this mean? Damn it, you idiots, don’t just watch the fun. What does this chicken mean?
Sanhuang looked back at Ye Ming, and then said "Oh oh oh" to the warlock.
The warlock nodded repeatedly,
"Uh-huh!"
"Understood~"
"I completely understand, don't worry, Mr. Sanhuang~"
Everyone: "..."
You're so numb!
Is it true that anyone can magically master a foreign language as long as they hang out with the boss of Yanhui Mountain Forest long enough?
The warlock uncle pointed at Ye Ming,
"Master Sanhuang, sir, his old man said that now you have to put the feathers on his tail back exactly as they are."
Ye Ming thought for a long time and suddenly realized that this was a declarative sentence!
So he asked tremblingly,
"Then...what if it doesn't go well..."
Boom~
A burst of flame blew open the hood of the warlock, and the silver flame beauty held the two corners of the warlock in the flames and danced on a pole.
The power of the Silver Flame Beauty's dance was huge. For a moment, there was silence in the city gate building. Everyone was busy admiring this Silver Flame Beauty who looked exactly like Wei Qingyu.
The flames representing the fluctuations of the warlock's spirit rolled into overlapping giant waves, blowing the corpse cloud to the point of collapse.
"(づ￣3￣)づ~" the emoticon of the Warlock Master went online, "Have you heard this sentence?"
"What, what are you talking about..." Ye Ming seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw.
The fuzzy virtual face of the warlock uncle, made of gray mist, actually had an expression on it. He said with a smile,
"If you are well, it will be a sunny day! If you are not well, it will be a violent storm, smog, hail, sandstorm, and meteor shower!!"