Chapter 868

The law enforcement team is a group of mad dogs, which is needless to say for a long time. This point has been vividly explained from their style of behavior and the extreme internal atmosphere.

But you can't erase the loyalty of these mad dogs;

In those years, after the king of Chu River received the decree of the king of Tibet Bodhisattva and personally suppressed the leader of the law enforcement team, he actually did not intend to do anything to the overall action of the law enforcement team.

It's a pity that the biggest force, which is almost second only to the ten halls, was destroyed like this. Everyone would want to take it for their own use.

However, in the end, there was really no way. After learning that the leader of his family had been suppressed, the members of the law enforcement team didn't know whether he was alive or dead, the crowd was angry, and almost began to prepare for the palace or rescue.

It was not until the hell division stabbed the law enforcement team. In those days, the members of the law enforcement team, both inside and outside, were brutally slaughtered. After the upheaval, the only residue was also banned. He didn't plan to give an explanation, nor did he want to give an explanation, so he muddled through for decades.

Let a group of people be willing to go crazy with one person, even at the cost of pulling the flag to resist, which is enough to show what kind of terrorist prestige the big leader was in the law enforcement team in those days!

If there is no such absolute submission from subordinates to themselves, instead of other forces in hell, when they hear their boss say they want to find the last generation of Fujun, maybe the people below don't follow together and shout slogans to obey, but directly take a stick to knock their boss unconscious and send it to the side of the ten hall hell for a reward or draw a line?

Just like now,

When you are in this atmosphere, in this environment,

Qing,

The slightest idea of resistance could not rise in my heart.

It seems that everything is back to the year when the law enforcement team used to be sound and brilliant.

Reason, thinking, reality, and so on, all became as fragile as white paper at this moment, and instantly submerged into the wave of sensibility.

This ability of the old man has been "experienced" by everyone in the bookstore before. To be honest, it's really terrible. After all, it's hard to find someone who doesn't have a crack in his heart.

As long as you have cracks, even the size of the fingernail, he can tear you open, enough to drown you.

Besides,

This time, Qing came out with several second-class teams to carry out this task,

No matter how under the guise of thinking about the future of the law enforcement team and looking for opportunities and opportunities for the rise of the law enforcement team,

Nor can they change the fact that they betrayed the established policy of the big leader at that time.

The big head leader was suppressed by the Bodhisattva king of Tibet in order to find the last generation of Fujun wholeheartedly,

And she,

Now we are doing the task of killing the emperor.

This guilt has always existed. At present, it is completely stimulated and turned into a raging flame, burning her soul.

Qing raised the dagger,

then,

Suddenly stabbed the dagger into his chest,

"Ah ah ah!!!"

The sense of soul tearing is a severe pain that even a person with a firm will can't bear.

But under the gaze of the big head collar above,

In the eyes of all colleagues around,

She continued to stir the wound firmly with a dagger,

Put your soul,

Cut open bit by bit!

………………

"Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!!!!!"

In the bookstore,

Everyone is eating,

The little monkey suddenly pushed the rice bowl in front of him,

Then he began to jump up and down on the chair like crazy.

yes,

Monkeys eat at the table.

At first, although the monkey also came to the table, he just sat in the corner of the table, then took a few pieces of food and chewed it by himself.

Later, the Taoist priest taught him to use chopsticks and made him a high stool and chair similar to a baby to eat. After that, the little monkey went to the table like a normal person.

Zhou Ze put down his chopsticks,

Yingying also put down the spoon that was serving soup to Zhou Ze.

"Alas."

Boss Zhou sighed,

Monkeys get along with Lao Dao the longest and have the closest relationship. Obviously, this is what monkeys sense.

The Taoist priest may be in danger.

"Do you have the specific location?" Zhou Ze looks at Xu Qinglang beside him.

Xu Qinglang nodded.

He was going to chop people with a bronze sword before. If he didn't understand the position, he would fart.

If it weren't for Zhou Ze's saying that there are others in Tongcheng now who are inconvenient to show the secrets of the bookstore, Lao Xu wouldn't bear not to send them now.

"Let's go, Yingying."

"Yes, boss."

"Look after the house. Besides, pack up."

"OK, boss."

Packing up, of course, is preparing for the worst. It's really not good, so I can only run away.

Although boss Zhou didn't want to get things to this point, he wanted him to watch the old Taoist encounter danger and not save it. This time, the old Taoist didn't kill himself to find the old sister, but sent him to the reception;

It's really impossible to die without saving.

Boss Zhou is really indifferent now, but he is still very protective of his employees.

Xu Qinglang ate the last meal, put down his chopsticks, picked up the food on the table and wiped it hard. Then he went behind the bar and carried the bronze sword on his back. The package packed long ago with all possible props was also carried by him again.

"Zhi Zhi!!!"

The little monkey also shouted, obviously, it also wants to go.

"You just stay at home and help pack things together."

Zhou Ze didn't give the little monkey room to plead and make trouble again. He turned and walked out of the bookstore and got into Xu Qinglang's car.

The little monkey hung his head,

Once, Lao Dao was locked up in the police station, and the little monkey turned into a demon monkey and ran away, trying to save Lao Dao.

But at that time, it was still immature, and now it is indeed much more sensible.

It is also clear that if Zhou Ze himself went there in person and failed to save the Taoist priest, then adding another self will not help.

Yingying took out an oversized suitcase,

Get ready to pack up.

Shaoqing,

The little monkey who went upstairs and came down also pulled out a cartoon children's suitcase and began to pack things.

The black chick continued to eat quietly at the dinner table,

She has nothing to tidy up,

It is impossible to remove the vegetable field,

in due course,

Just take a handful of seeds with you,

You don't even need to bring this,

There are thousands of children and grandchildren in the dead servant. She can ask for them at any time she wants.

Xu Qinglang drove the car, and his expression was very flat. It was the so-called "decline and exhaustion". He had just sensed that when his master arrived in Tongcheng, he was going to directly cut down the door to settle this bad debt between teachers and disciples.

But with Zhou Ze's interruption, the previous dry fire was dispelled by going again at this time.

"Need to be so decisive? It's a big deal?"

Xu Qinglang asked.

"A little trouble."

"So troublesome that you need to move?"

"It's a good result to be able to move."

Xu Qinglang hesitated for a moment, but still said:

"Save the old man."

"Well."

"Revenge can be put down."

Zhou Ze shook his head and said, "I didn't mean that."

How can you put down your revenge of killing your father and mother?

"I know. I mean, the dead are gone, and the living must continue to live well."

Xu Qinglang said, looking back at the window, and continued:

"I really like my life in the bookstore these days."

Zhou Ze was silent.

After a long time, when the car has been on the elevated,

Zhou Ze said:

"Revenge is still necessary."

Xu Qinglang smiled at Zhou Ze and said:

"I didn't just retreat to advance."

"I understand."

"OK, it's really not good. I'll study some information about cooking in the wild."

It is convenient to cook when running.

"Yes, that should be the attitude.

But don't worry, things may not be that bad. "

"Do you believe in fate?"

Zhou Ze shook his head. "I don't believe in fate, but I believe in old ways."

…………

"Mom, why is my life so bitter!"

At the entrance of the stairs on the second floor, the old Taoist knelt there with a decadent expression.

That girl doll,

It was just a face-to-face and loudly wanted to keep her doll,

Just take a break and get caught?

What a kind and righteous girl

The Taoist sobbed. He was not so much sobbing about Qing as he was sobbing about himself.

Sure enough,

When the old man looked carefully at the old man in the corner below,

I found that the old man just raised his head,

Looking at him.

The old man was killed twice by the bookstore,

I've long been sworn to death,

This hatred,

No solution.

So,

The Taoist priest also gave up his intention to beg for mercy,

Hands are the shadow of his art,

And now,

The Taoist priest has put his hand on his crotch.

It's like when a policeman meets a bandit, he habitually puts his hand on his waist and prepares to draw a gun,

Well,

The Taoist priest is also ready to draw his gun.

Even if the effect is very weak, even if it's really not worth mentioning, we have to do something, or prepare to do something.

The old man smiled at the Taoist priest,

In laughter,

With deep resentment!

The old woman next to the old man reached out and removed the blood stained hair on her face,

Also looked at the old road,

then,

She almost habitually continued what the old man had just done,

This is wrong,

It may also be that you are addicted to imitation,

Or,

She just wants to help the old man around her take it out,

Who does he hate,

She hates anyone,

Who does he want to die,

She will let someone die!

"Ah ah ah!!!"

The old woman covered her eyes,

Jumped up again.

The old man suddenly shivered,

The scenes of his last death began to emerge in his mind again,

He suddenly woke up,

Shouted to the old woman with a strange sense of closeness:

"No, stop! Stop! Stop! Stop, stop, stop!!!"

"Pa!"

Say,

Slapped the old woman on the head,

The old woman stopped in surprise, looking like a little daughter-in-law who had done something wrong.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief,

When you look up again,

But stunned,

Because,

The old way has disappeared

The old man's eyes were wide open,

At this moment,

There was an unspeakable feeling in his heart,

As if,

It is the samsara of fate that opens again.