MTL - Galactic Dark Net-Chapter 385 Fatal creatures

Yun San swallowed a spit, sighed: "Excuse me, who is the head of the ghost face Fan Qing adults?"

In the midst of a major disaster, Yunsan actually remained polite.

A tall, middle-aged man emerged from the tens of thousands of warriors. His skin was dark and covered with scars. The face was painted with a devil mask on the face, and there were two black horns at the top of the mask.

Standing on the opposite side of the cloud, Fan Qing spit on the ground and said: "I am your grandfather Fan Qing, what is it for me?"

Yun Sanyi, said to him: "I am the patriarch of Yunsan, the tree **** family. In addition, I am the grandson of Yunyi, the first generation of the tree **** cloud family, not yours."

Hahahaha

The ghost-faced warriors laughed, this savagely known tribe, where I saw Yun San, a kind-hearted guy with a book, and regarded him as a joke.

Fan Qing buckled the yellow plate with his fingers: "Yun San, die to the end, what do you want to say?"

Yun San Shen said: "I don't understand why you Ghost Face tribes are going to attack us? What is wrong with us? The tributes you want are always delivered on time, even if my people are still hungry, they must first Guarantee the supply of ghosts."

“But why are you not willing to abide by the peace agreement? Destroy our tree gods, is there no benefit to you and your people?”

Fan Qing buckled his nose again and dismissed it: "It’s a good guy, like you guys, I don’t bother to kill you. It’s good to keep you helping us grow fruit trees. Unfortunately, someone told me a secret. So I decided to kill you."

"Secret?" Cloud Sanyi, do not understand: "What secrets do we have in the family of trees and gods? Who does not know that we make a living from agriculture and only good at taking care of fruit trees."

Fan Qing waved his hand: "Who told me that you are not qualified to know, but now I already know, the two big guys with you come from a very good experience!"

"The two big octopuses are called water meditation, a fate creature from the back of the universe, with legendary sacred power!"

"As with all fate creatures, Shui Ming is destined to live a tragic sound. The number of their people will be less and less with generations. By the ninth generation, the Shui will be the last. A tribe, all other tribes will die."

"But this ninth generation of water, will have the most powerful ability of the fate!"

"Now the Shuiming family has successfully born the ninth generation under your care. It is also the youngest and most powerful of their family. The game is over, you are so weak, you don't deserve the strongest fate, the ninth generation. Water will be mys!"

"You want Xiaobao!?" Yun San slammed and looked back at Hong Heqin.

Hong Heqin did not deny it. It seems that Fan Qing said it is true.

At the beginning, the kind tree gods encountered the scarred Honghe Qin, and they took them. As a fate creature, Hong has a strong wisdom and soon became a good teacher and friend of Yunsan. They lived in the territory of the tree **** family. Here is a small treasure.

For Yunsan, Xiaobao is like his own son!

cut!

Fan Qing said disdainfully: "A broken octopus monster, only you idiots have time to give him a name! Now hand over the water that is called Xiaobao, otherwise, I will grab it myself."

Yun San felt trembling and excitedly asked: "How are you going to take Xiaobao?"

Fan Qing sneered and said: "Since it is a fate creature, he certainly has to be my slave. This is a fate that he cannot change!"

"The one who told me this thing said that the fateful creature is to give others a slave. It is a lifelong vain and miserable. I thought that they betrayed the creation of God. They created God and thought they killed them too cheaply, so they gave them Under the more cruel punishment, each generation of fate creatures will accept the judgment of fate, and the number will become less and less. Until the last generation, they will bear the fate that is worse than all the previous generations! Then die."

“Impossible!” Yun San snarled: “How can Xiaobao’s so well-behaved children endure a tragic fate? It’s impossible, it’s not fair!”

I bother!

Fan Qing was cold-faced and said impatiently: "It’s just like a soft egg like you, what is fair and unfair, and there is never such a fair thing in the world! It’s only hard to see who’s fist!”

"Otherwise, if you explain, everyone is a smart race. Why do you want to go hungry, but you are sent to Laozi’s territory by hard-earned fruit? Explain that everyone is a smart race, why am I? Killing you is as easy as playing, but you are not fighting back?"

"Fair? That's the fig leaf of your soft egg! The strong existence like us doesn't like fairness at all! We like to bully you, but now you have to kill you! Even the tree gods you worship, today will be Uprooted!"

啪啪啪啪啪

Fan Qing’s voice just fell, and Yun San and his tribes were already on the verge of despair, and suddenly there was a voice applauding in the distance.

Everyone turned around and saw that a group of strangers came outside the enchantment. The leader was quite young. It was also in his twenties. He laughed and applauded while he was not hurt. He was a tall old man next to him, serious. The brow has been locked up very unhappy.

It’s Han Lang and his brothers!

呜呜

Xiaobao shouted in the distance, Han Lang saw him, and the disaster was over. Yunsan arranged for the man to hide him on the big tree. He saw that Han Lang seemed to see the savior and wanted to rush over, but he was The people around you hold it down.

Han Lang Chong Xiao Bao made a look, and then said nothing to the brothers around him: "Brothers, do not like fairness, it depends on who's fist is hard, but this is what he said, you all hear it clearly?"

"I still thought that it would be too ruthless to rush to kill a tribe. Now that they think so, I don't have any heart."

Han Lang’s joke made everyone laugh, and the soldiers who made the ghosts were not happy.

"Which tribe are you?" Fan Qing said with a black face. He felt the strong killing of Sima Soul. He was a little bit confused, so he didn't rush to attack Han Wave. After all, it was a super war **** strong, Sima soul. The effect of the wind appearing here is like a male lion behind the wolves, which is quite scary.

Han Lang sneered: "We are not a tribe, we are us, the tribe is a grade, there are patriarchs, elders and other high-ranking guys, and we are a group of brothers."

"You look at the guys behind me. They are not good people. They are not my men. We just like to mix together. Don't look at the battlefield. They listen to me. When they return home, they dare to cut me with a knife. ”

"If you must know, I can only tell you that when our brothers are together, they are called spikes."

After listening to the eccentric words of Han Lang, Fan Qing did not understand, widened his eyes, and brothers such as Bo Ya felt comfortable.

They have never been a legion, an organization like a tribe, a group of friends, a group of brothers, everyone is equal, no one manages who and so on, happy together, unhappy at any time.

Fan Qing obviously has never seen such a loosely structured army, nor does he believe that such an unruly army will have combat power.

Although Sima soul wind is very scary, Fan Qing still does not put Han Lang in their eyes. After all, Han Lang has fewer people, and they only have a hundred full counts. Most people are still outside, just heard of Xiaobao. After the situation here, the brothers who stayed at home discussed it and felt that it should help, so they came together.

Fan Qing coldly squinted and said: "I am a tribe or something, if you dare to intervene in my ghosts, you will die!"

Oh la la la

The warrior of the Ghost Face, tens of thousands of horses, surrounded the hundred and ten people of Han Lang.

Fan Qing kept on looking at his most capable men, meaning that as long as the battle started, he first dealt with Sima Spirit, which was his most taboo character. Although he met for the first time, Fan Qing could clearly feel the high spirit of Sima. The pressure brought by the level, as for other people like Han Lang, Fan Qing does not care much.

"Han Lang, this has nothing to do with you! You are an outsider, don't get involved in the war of the Horde! Once you start, you are an enemy of all the tribes!" Yun Sanji yelled.

"Let's see death, no help!" Han Lang suddenly changed his face, and he reprimanded the cloud: "Is it great to be a enemy with the Horde? Our brothers were killed by the blood of the gods group!" ”

"Since we dare to be enemies with the Gods Group, we dare to be enemies with the Horde! Dare to be enemies with the world!"

"Don't believe you ask, who cares about these brothers behind me??"

From Boge to Sima Soul, and even Luo Ying, all look disdainful. They were originally killed from the gods group, and even the behemoths such as the gods group are not afraid, and they are not afraid of the truth of these tribes!

With one hand raised, pointing to Fan Qing, Han Lang sighed: "I tell you! There is never a fate in this world! At the beginning they all said that the earth is going to die, I don't believe it, today you said that Xiaobao is destined to be miserable for a lifetime, I Still don't believe it!"

咔咔咔

Han Lang’s right hand is slowly unfolding and the bones are creaking.

"Three minutes!" Han Lang Chong Fan Qing Gao shouted: "As long as three minutes, Laozi killed you!"

Mania!

It’s almost mad in my bones!

When Fan Qing, the patriarch of the Ghost Face, was threatened with such threats, he immediately became furious and commanded his men to swarm.

"Extreme field, open!" Han Lang's right hand was finally fully opened, and the mouth was silent. To be continued