Apart from these monsters, we may not be able to retaliate against us in the future. If there is really that day, we can ask him to send troops to help. In addition, showing kindness is to teach him that we are not in conflict with the world, and that he will not be detrimental to us one day." Zhenxu exclaimed and exclaimed: "Uncle Xianyuan is really far-sighted and wants to get things from many years later." Xiandao said: "What he said is not a joke. When the demons are together today, only the strong can survive. We think that there are too many monsters that we offended. If there are no allies, a disaster will come sooner or later."

As the three of them were talking, Zhenxu was looking around, and occasionally saw the soldier under the wall suddenly stood up and danced on the spot like wood. After a while, he sat back and clapped his hands, patted his face, kicked his feet randomly. After a while, he got up and jumped a few times, clapped his hands and danced around the circle, and hummed a strange nursery rhyme in his mouth: "White Bone Mountain, Red Blood River, the female corpse of the lonely boat Penglaibo." Zhenxu saw this, and couldn't stop laughing, and was afraid that the sound was too loud, so he covered it with one hand, shrugging his shoulders and couldn't help himself. Xianyuan and Xiandao were originally facing away from Zhenxu. Seeing that Zhenxu couldn't stop laughing, Xiandao asked softly: "Okay, why are you laughing?

The son attracted monsters." Xianyuan also said, "Are you trembling or laughing? It made me itchy." Zhenxu replied, "It's not my fault for two uncles. Please look back and see what that soldier is doing? I really laughed to death." Xianyuan looked back and said, "It's cold and cold. He is moving his muscles and bones there, otherwise he will be frozen in a while." Xiandao also looked at it and said, "I guess he is a person who loves singing and dancing, and it's unknown." Zhenxu smiled while restraining his smile, and said, "Where is a big man dancing? Seeing that he looks like he is more of an epilepsy."

Hearing the word "epid disease", he looked back and looked at the soldiers, and in an instant he felt like he was enlightened. He pulled out his sword with a "brush" and said softly: "He was not dancing at all, but was hit by a magic trick!"

If you want to know what happens next, let’s wait for the next breakdown.
Chapter completed!