"The king asked me to patrol the mountains, and I'll take a look around the world~"

"Play my drum, beat my gong~"

"Life is full of rhythm~"

"..."

Outside the city, the night was dark and windy, and the snow had just stopped.

Qin He, who had nothing to do, carried a big black shovel and walked around the Lian Army camp while humming a song.

I kept sneaking away, and a bald man with a sinister face came out of the camp opposite. Half of his body was still in the tent. He took out his dick and started to hiss.

Don't find a corner or stay far away, so you won't be irritated.

Qin He took a look and used the Qi Watching Technique to sweep it away.

Ho!

He is riddled with resentment, and at least he has hundreds of innocent lives on his hands.

"What are you looking at?"

At this time, the bald man also saw Qin He standing across from him and stared at him.

Qin He was stunned, blinked, and said hesitantly: "Look at you...what are you doing?"

"Look again!" Anger appeared on the bald man's face.

"Okay." Qin He looked sincere. This time he not only looked at her, but also looked at her very seriously. Not only was he serious, but he also said "tsk tsk tsk" with disgust on his face.

"Oh, shit!!"

The bald man suddenly became furious. He lifted up his pants, turned around and ran into the tent. When he came out again, he held a machete in his hand, pointed at Qin He and shouted: "I'll chop you to death, you little grandson!"

Before he finished speaking, he raised his sword with a single lunge and chopped off Qin He's head quickly, hard and violently.

A person who has been strong for twenty years will rob his family and his home and kill people without any calculation.

Before anyone arrived, the strong breath caused the strong wind to blow against my face.

Qin He didn't move, he only stretched out two fingers.

Just pinch it gently.

The sword, which was as powerful as thunder and as heavy as a bell, was caught between Qin He's two fingers.

The movements were gentle, as if what he was holding was not a knife, but a grape.

The bald man suddenly looked horrified, and a chill rushed to the soles of his feet and straight to his forehead.

not good!

Extremely expert!

At this time, the top expert shook his head in dissatisfaction, "You asked me to look, I looked, and you cut me again. You don't follow martial ethics..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised the big black shovel and patted the bald head like lightning.

"Bang!"

The bald man instantly stiffened, his pupils suddenly dilated, and he fell straight down.

Qin He quickly waved his hand with quick eyes, and a yellow cloth bag was able to catch the wind. Before the bald man landed, he put it in it.

The yellow bag turned a corner and shrank rapidly. When it was returned to Qin He's hand, it was like holding a kitten. Then he hung it on his waist, and the first corpse was done.

Spell Technique: Learn this technique and you will no longer have the trouble of controlling objects.

This technique is very practical. It can control all things, tie immortal ropes, and put in body bags. Moreover, this technique is more useful than spells and has better effect on controlling objects.

Take body bags as an example, they are more flexible and can hold more.

It's just so magical and so unreasonable.

He picked up the machete on the ground and threw it into the space under his arm. Qin He put the shovel on his shoulder and continued to "patrol the mountain" while humming a song.

As soon as the front foot left, a head stuck out from the gap in the tent curtain and cursed: "Three bald bastards, what are you doing with my knife to take a piss?"

But after he finished cursing, he looked around and saw no one. There were only a few messy footprints on the ground, so he cursed and retracted his head.

…

"The king asked me to patrol the mountains, and I'll take a look around the human world~"

"Play my drum, beat my gong~"

"..."

For the next half hour, this humming song would be heard from time to time in the huge Lotus Cult camp.

Occasionally there will be a pause, but it will start again soon.

About two or three times.

After patrolling, Qin He arrived at the Chinese army camp.

When the gatekeeper saw it was Qin He, his eyes suddenly lit up like a gold-plated dog trick, and he hurriedly ran out with a smile on his face: "Master, master, you are here."

"Are there any big items today?" Qin He nodded.

"Yes, the newly appointed Protector and Governor is an old man in Tsing Yi, and there is another one named Yu Balang, who stutters strangely and doesn't like to talk. They are currently the two most powerful people in the camp." Mr. Ding, the gatekeeper.

He looked around and saw that one of his opponents had begun to sleepwalk, so he hurriedly whispered.

"Where is he?" Qin He asked.

"The new guardian warlord's tent is two hundred steps southwest of the Chinese army's tent. Yu Balang's tent is not far away. I sent people to clear away the snow on their tents, making them easy to spot." The gatekeeper said.

Always rubbing his hands.

"Inspect the goods first. If the goods are good, I will reward you." Qin He raised his legs and walked inside.

"Thank you, master, thank you, master~" Mr. Ding, the gatekeeper, was overjoyed.

…

In the camp of the new Protector and Warlord, Master Li Yao in Tsing Yi was watching with horror on his face as he feasted on the uninvited guests at the main seat, his little heart pounding.

On the main seat, a hairy corpse monster with bone wings was cutting up a snow-white corpse with its corpse claws, while putting the bloody corpse pieces into its mouth.

The corpse monster's fangs were cracked, its bloody eyes were red, and its breath was extremely terrifying.

Li Yao knew what this was.

The most powerful corpse monster under the Thousand Corpse Ghost Mother - the Flying Corpse King.

This monster is not only powerful, but also has intelligence similar to that of a human, and can fly into the sky. It is very difficult and powerful.

Just now he was having sex with his favorite saint who accompanied the army in the tent, and this thing suddenly fell in from the smoke vent of the military tent. Without saying a word, he killed the saint and started eating, looking like a starving ghost reincarnated.

appearance.

Li Yao was dissatisfied, but he did not dare to show it at all.

A few hours ago, a letter came from the leader, saying that the Thousand Corpses Ghost Mother would take over the affairs here.

As a result, the Ghost Mother of Thousand Corpses did not show up, but this thing came first.

It's too much.

There are 20,000 people in the military camp. Who can you eat? You have to eat the charming and beautiful saint.

A cow chewing a peony will kill you bastard.

After a while, the body of the beautiful saint was devoured by the Flying Corpse King. Li Yao smiled quickly and asked cautiously: "I wonder if the Corpse King is still satisfied? If it's not enough, I'll call you again."

The two saints come here for Lord Corpse King to enjoy."

"No need, I came here this time on the order of my ghost mother to inquire about the details. Tell me, what's going on?" The Flying Corpse King dropped the bloody corpse and spoke with the sound of glass particles rubbing against each other, which fell on people's ears.

During the period, I felt as if my heart was being grasped by someone.

"Lord Corpse King, this matter..." Li Yao started, but before he could finish his sentence, the curtain of the tent was opened, and a young man wearing coarse linen clothes and carrying a big black shovel got in.
Chapter completed!