Early in the morning.

Many monks, led by the Pavilion Master and Deputy Pavilion Master, returned to the Bloodbath Pavilion.

The first thing is to discuss merit and reward.

The monks who died in battle were as if they had been forgotten. No one would remember them, and their death was in vain.

The master of the Bloodbath Pavilion stood on the big blood-colored monument and said energetically: "Brothers, tonight is a great harvest for all of us."

"The Pavilion Master is mighty!"

"It's all the opportunity given by the Pavilion Master."

"Haha, if you want to have grudges, that's what life will be like!"

While many monks were exhausted in body and soul, they were extremely excited in their hearts. They were slowly repairing their injuries while waiting for the credits to be included in the tokens.

Then, the fair-faced handsome man began to hand out his achievements. A stream of light appeared on his fingertips and penetrated into the tokens of the monks below...

What is worth mentioning is that there is no mistake in who kills how many.

A point of light was integrated into Zhao Fan's token, and the message of one hundred and ten merit points appeared in his consciousness. This symbolized that in addition to the participation rewards, there was another person who died in the camp of the Lord of the Great Country.

In his hand is the head that Meier gave him.

Not long after, the credit was distributed.

The fair-faced handsome man's voice clearly reached the ears of the monks below, "I, the Bloodbath Pavilion, ranked second in the number of kills among the leaders of the five forces. Although I did not reach the first place, everyone who went there tonight was extra."

Earn eighty merit points."

After he finished speaking, large areas of light emerged again, like a goddess scattering flowers, and got into the tokens of many monks.

Zhao Fan touched his token with his fingers and couldn't help but smile to himself: "It's only been a day, and I've already made two hundred and one achievements."

Afterwards, the master of the Bloodbath Pavilion waved his sleeves, and the overwhelming wine jars and Yuan Beast meat appeared, "This is the top-quality throat-burning wine and fresh fire-eating beasts from the Ten Thousand Fires Territory. How about it? I haven't treated you badly, right?"

"The best Shaohou wine? Could it be the one that costs a hundred yuan per jar?"

"I've been wanting to drink this wine for a long time. I heard that after I drink it, my throat feels like a fire is burning!"

"Fire-eating beast! It feeds on fire. Although its rank is all mysterious, its body is as big as a mountain peak, and its meat is so delicious that you can't help it. One kilogram is worth a hundred yuan.

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"Yes, and there is a limited hunting order for the fire-eating beast in the Ten Thousand Fires Territory, so every day many people grab their scalps to buy it. If they come a little late, it may be sold out!"

"The Pavilion Master is bleeding profusely!"

"Following such a pavilion master will be worth your while!"

Many monks picked up the best throat-burning wine and the meat of the fire-eating beast and devoured it.

Zhao Fan is no exception, he eats and drinks for free anyway.

It has to be said that the meat of the fire-eating beast is indeed as delicious as the rumors say, and it can basically be included in the top three ingredients he has eaten. And the impact of the top-quality throat-burning wine on the body is like a waterfall.

, seal the rank and drink, it’s great!

"Little brother."

Meier held a wine jar, came over and sat down next to him, "It's so boring to drink alone, how about drinking together?"

Zhao Fan turned his head and smiled and said: "Sister, I am honored to show you your favor."

"It's so sweet. It's different from those big guys who don't understand the style." Mei'er opened the lid, raised her chin boldly like a man, took a big sip, and then drank again with Zhao Fan.

The celebratory open-air banquet lasted for more than an hour. When all the fire-eating beasts and the best throat-burning wine were eaten and drank, many monks got up and returned to the living area.

At this time, Zhao Fanzheng was doing side by side with Meier.

In his heart, he wondered.

Could it be that this Meier is really like the Titan Storm, and if he looks at him or wants to take his own practice?

But there is no reason.

First of all, Zhao Fanchang's appearance is mediocre. Among the monks in the blood washing pavilion, there are crooked melon jujube, but handsome men, a lot of.

And his strength is the late mystery in the bottom of the mystery. Even if the other party wants to practice Meng Gong through sucking men, he must stare at those with relatively high levels!

"Could it be that she has no purpose?" As soon as Zhao Fan thought, she shook her head and dispelled. She didn't know each other. There was no intersection in the past.

At this time, Meier smiled suddenly: "Little brother, are you very troubled, why are I waiting for you so special?"

Zhao Fan nodded embarrassedly when he was seen through his mind, "I also ask my sister to explain, otherwise, I don't feel it ..."

"Um."

Meier did not have the mysteriousness. The next moment, the sadness and warmth in her eyes, "You look like a person. When I saw it at first glance, I thought it was really him.

Ten years ago, he closed his eyes forever in my arms. "

"Ah?" Zhao Fan asked: "That he ... is yours?"

"It's my brother."

Meier raised her hand and touched her eyes, and her expression returned to the beginning, "Let you laugh."

Zhao Fan looked at him unexpectedly, and did not expect the reason why the other party showed good to herself from the beginning, it turned out that she saw it like her brother.

Meier sighed and said in memory: "At the age of seven, our sisters and brothers became orphans. In order to avoid the pursuit of the enemy, I took my three -year -old brother and hid in Tibet.

I have entered a prefecture -level forces. And my talent gradually appeared, becoming the coquettish girl of heaven. I thought everything was full of bitterness, but I did not expect that this would be the beginning of the nightmare. "

Zhao Fan didn't disturb his voice, listening to Meier's past quietly.

"The Lord, in order to consolidate the relationship with another prefecture -level forces, decided to marry. And I became the lucky person who was envied by the sisters and sisters, and was forced to marry the sovereign of the soveree of the other party." Meier said with a smile: "

I have no choice, compromise. Besides, there is nothing bad for a stable life, and my brother will have more resource fixation. The second year of marrying in the past, I discovered a horrible secret.

It was deliberately disguised on the surface of the other party. The clan and their direct blood veins, took women as a tripod to cultivate and improve! For three years in the same room, they will show their true face and sacrifice the wife!

Sister -in -law, has died of seven wives, me, is his eighth meat tripod! "

"Women are Ding furnace? Meat Ding? For three years in the same room, see the poor dagger after being familiar with?"

Zhao Fan's eyes twitched, but all the merits linked to the Ding furnace are all evil types. In other words, evil merit.

However, there is no distinction between righteousness and evil in Yuanjie. Each has its own positions. There are many ways to cultivate. Whether it is race or between the territory, who fists are big, that is right.

Meier continued: "The master of the master, after discovering that I knew the secret, I took me to the younger brother who transferred to Zongmen as a threat. As long as the brother lived well, I recognized it. As a result, in the three -year expiration

That night, when I was ready to face death, my brother did not know how he knew the inside story and rushed into the house. Regardless of the burning dual source, he forcibly destroyed the furnace.

When I was backbone, the practice of one body became my nutrients in turn. However, my younger brother burned over, and the life of life was weak. In the end, I died in my arms. "

Immediately, crystal tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes, "I will never forget the cry he made before he died...sister."

"What about your charming skills..." Zhao Fan asked thoughtfully.

"It was during that time that I was forced to practice by the sect master's legitimate son for the sake of my younger brother. If I were to practice my martial arts again, I, a helpless woman, would finally reach the quasi-terrestrial level. If I had to start all over again, I might not have entered the Tao yet, and the end would be the same.

Very miserable."

Meier said helplessly: "When every man sees me, when he first sees me, he will preconceptionally think that I am the kind of snake and scorpion that is both incompetent and dangerous. In fact, I have not yet...

I have experienced the second man, and because of this, I can no longer improve."

"well."

Zhao Fan felt sympathy in his heart, "Then... just think of me as your younger brother."

Meier shook her head and smiled, "But you are not him, and you cannot replace him, and your voice is nothing like him. However, I really have to thank you, otherwise, when I think about my brother, I can't even remember his appearance.
Chapter completed!