A big wife is pregnant again. She went to the hospital for a personal abortion and actually lost 3,000 yuan.

.In comparison, it is better to use a condom to save money. Three thousand yuan is enough to buy Dulace! Lesson

"You, what level of your superpowers are? Level 7 evolution? Or Level 8?"

Huang Bin's body stiffened and he did not dare to make any moves. Although countless question marks emerged in his mind that urgently needed to find the answer, he instinctively said this from his mouth first.

“This is not a matter of...

Lin Xiang smiled slightly and laid out two rows of neat and white teeth: "Let everyone put down their guns. Just like you said before... Now. Immediately. Immediately-."

The officers standing around had no intention of giving in. They stared at Lin Xiang, and their eyes showed unconcealed hatred and shock. Regardless of the strength of the opponent, this terrible speed alone exceeded their understanding of the word "superpower". What they couldn't understand was that Lin Xiang did not emit a trace of the superpower aura that evolved people should have.

The nearest adjutant raised his gun." He aimed at his head and roared in an almost crazy voice: "Let the general go away immediately, otherwise I

"Bang--"

After a while, he hit his right cheek silently but as fast as lightning, as if a heavy shell that was coming out of the chamber, with extremely rapid force, completely twisted the entire face. The adjutant only felt a crisp sound of bone shattering from the inside of his head. Then, the entire collar joint was completely broken, and the lower jaw was split into countless small pieces from the side. Under the huge pain, the mouth chun couldn't help but spread apart, and dozens of fallen teeth mixed with thick sticky saliva and blood. They were sprayed suddenly in the air. This irresistible force impact produced habitual xing, dragging the body and staggering for a few steps until it lost its balance and fell to the ground.

"Otherwise I will kill you - Via -...

Lin Xiang paused for a few seconds, slowly retracted his left fist and used a cold and emotional tone to slowly complete what the adjutant had not finished just now. Of course, the identities of the active and passive in the words have been completely changed.

Looking at the adjutant who was struggling and twisted in a pool of blood, covering his hands tightly with his hands, howling in pain. Huang Bin tried his best to control his emotions, "Frown. He turned his neck towards the direction of the blade pressing, giving up space to barely breathe, and shouted loudly: "Hold Shangguan hostage, hurt his colleagues, and dispatching troops without permission without permission, each charge is equivalent to rebellion and rebellion of the country. Even the Political Supervision Committee cannot protect you..."

Lin Xiang smiled and ignored it. The knife in his hand still firmly pressed against the other party's throat.

This relaxed and completely unexpected expression made Huang Bin stunned immediately, and his face slowly became ugly. The muscles on his face slammed. The tone of his speech also decreased from high: What do you think?...

"You can't solve this. The wisest way is to just ignore it."

After nearly ten seconds of stalemate, Lin Xiang whispered a low and slow sound again: "If I were you, order the troops to retreat now..."

His eyes, which were as clear as black jade, narrowed slightly, and a trace of extremely sharp and cold light came out.

Huang Bin's face was ashen.

He suddenly discovered that this young boy who was so handsome that he was even a little creamy, was not as simple as he seemed on the surface. He was definitely not the kind of stupid man mentioned in textbooks. He would be excited and devoted himself to the urge to hold the fried medicine pack. He was more like a person who had survived for thousands of years, had rich life experience, and could control everything in the world. Although he was not sure what his real purpose was, it was definitely not as simple as it seemed on the surface. Moreover, from the development of the entire incident, it seemed that he was proceeding slowly and orderly according to a certain trajectory. It was impossible for Xinjing to allocate a large amount of materials simply because of an application form. All troops in the Western Military Region applied every month. But he was the only one who got permission. This itself is worthy of fun.

Looting supplies can be classified as the arbitrary acts of subordinate officers, but they can also be involved in it as a division commander. If the committee really wants to deal with it, then all previous actions will be reasonably explained. However, judging from the current situation, the goal of this year's young man does not seem to be targeting himself.

So, why did he do all this?

He seems to be not in a hurry to solve the problem, but rather he is deliberately delaying time. With an hour, a day, a week, this emergencies will be reported layer by layer. The Beijing and the Army Headquarters will respond to this.

Perhaps, as he said, this is simply a secret battle between the top leaders of the Republican Army. He cannot participate in it at all, nor has the right to interfere. The huge power entanglement will completely strangle and crush everyone who is involved in it without authorization.

Thinking of this, Huang Bin suddenly woke up, and a wet cold sweat oozed out of his body.

He felt that this matter was not as simple as he thought. Or the most correct way was to do what Lin Xiang said just now. Taking a deep breath, with a little unwilling hesitation and retreat, Huang Bin slowly turned his head and said to the officers waiting beside him, "Order everyone to lift their alert state and release the prisoners."

Hearing this, a major couldn't help but be shocked and angry: "General, this"

“Execute now—a..

Huang Bin widened his eyes and shouted loudly. Only a loud enough voice could make him firmly recommend the test that was not very certain in his heart. At the same time, he yelled in a more emphasis: "Victims. Military law is engaged in Yiyi--,.

The soldiers standing around gradually dispersed.

Lin Xiang slowly retracted the fighting knife that was placed on Huang Bin's neck, inserted it back into the sheath, and said calmly and seriously: "I'm glad you can do this. This is the most correct choice...

Although he had no expression on his face, it was obvious from Huang Bin's eyes that contained the suppressed anger. He quickly retreated behind the heavy protection formed by Guan Mou and the guards, snorted coldly, without answering.

Lin Xiang didn't care about the other party's attitude at all. He turned around and gently strode the dust stained on his hands, muttering to himself in a voice that only he could hear: "What to do next

Just wait patiently...

Regardless of day or night, the town of Red Helmet seems to be filled with blood and tide and wet breath.

Compared with the old days before the war broke out, everything here has changed. Of course, the changes are not just about the terrain and environment. Although located in Asia and the area is located north of the Longteng Empire, the buildings in Red Helmet Town still retain the Western European style. Especially the Gothic steeplet tower in the center of the town, and the dull colored glass embedded on the surface of its windows, the white cross standing high on the top of the steeple, all exudes a very uncomfortable and extremely fearful religious atmosphere.

The air here is filled with a faint smell of blood and killing at any time. The tower, to be precise, is actually a church. The giant mechanical clock installed on the roof. It still uses twelve beautiful ancient Roman numerals as signs. Whenever a sound sounds, the whole world seems to be deeply trapped in the dark. It is a layer of dark mist on the méng. No one can see through it, nor can it drive it away. He can only silently stay in his own position, waiting for the decision of his fate, and cannot change it.

Behind the spacious pulpit stands a bronze statue. A poor man in white robe and regarded as the true god was firmly nailed to the top of the cross like in the old days. His eyes could no longer see the mercy of the people of the last days. Instead, he was filled with unconcealed anger and fear. The two chunks were closed tightly. The full and protruding masseters showed that he was grinding his teeth hard. Although the shape did not show any lust, he felt a chilling cruelty and hideousness.

A tall and thin man stood in front of the stage, wearing a hand-cut white robe. The collar and cuffs were sewn with beautiful gold patterns. On his square and rigid face, his thick beard was neatly trimmed. A faint sunlight shot down from the window behind the statue, covering him, and his whole body emitted a soft and gentle light, as if descending from heaven. The god with invisible wings.

The church hall was filled with hundreds of believers. Behind them were neatly placed black benches, but no one dared to sit down. Instead, they clenched their hands and folded their fists in front of them, and chanted in a low voice with great devotion. More than ten men and women standing at the front of the team were filled with eagerness and expectation. A few minutes later, the chanting ended, and the hall was instantly in a deep and dead silence. Two strong men and shivers walked out of the side room. They each held a tiled scent filled with clear water, approached the crowd, reached out to dip their hands, and blinked their fingers, sprinkled the cold water droplets on the faces of the extremely moving believers.

"May the holy water wash away the sins of your body. Amen—————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

The priest standing behind the pulpit stand looked solemn and prayed devoutly. At the same time, two other men with red upper bodies walked out from behind the wooden platform. They wore hoods with only luxuriant eyes and nostrils on their heads. They used bright red paint to outline a striking cross, emitting an enhanced aura equivalent to a fourth-level transformer. A female prisoner wearing a linen skirt was firmly grasped by them and dragged it to the front of the stage, pressing the back of her neck hard. At the same time, she raised her arms and twisted the whole person from top to bottom into an extremely huge

"Save me, please save me... A felony, she is very young, and according to the actual development speed of the wasteland world, she is only about fifteen years old. Her curly golden hair slid down from her ears, her skin was very white and smooth. She looked like a pair of beautiful blue eyes burning with flames of fear and anger. She was like a crazy female leopard tied up, panting heavily while shaking hard, trying desperately to break free from the bondage, and a mixed whisper of begging and roaring came from her mouth.

"Let me go, you dirty liars—a—a”

"Please be your destiny"

Everyone's eyes were gathered on her, with pity, pity, and uncertain hesitation, and more were greed, hunger, stings, corpse red, and luo corpse red.

"Gradeva, Constantine, Ivanovich. You are charged with blasphemy. There is evidence that you are trying to communicate with Satan with black witchcraft. According to the final judgment of the Inquisition of the two districts, you will be subjected to the law of sharing the law and completely purify the sins that exist in the world." He walked slowly over and flowed out his kindness with a mercy. He smiled and trembled a little holy water, and gently pressed it on the woman's forehead.

"No! You guys, I did nothing, I didn't have blasphemy - one-one, the woman struggled desperately, twisted left and right like a snake, trying to break free from the male's iron-pliers' confinement. But she was just an ordinary person who had no evolution. The result of excessive twisting only made the spacious sin skirt completely loose and fall off, and she stretched out her round shoulders, bulging the plump mattress, and the curved waist. At the end, the tilted back and slender double mattresses were all lulled, completely in the air and people's sight.

"Blasphemy, you must pay the price of blood...——Vi"

The priest's scorching eyes wandered back and forth on the woman. He turned around and turned his back to the believers below the stage. His face, which could not be shone by the light, turned kindness into coldness in an instant: "Bundle the sinner onto the cross and start ruling one by one..."

The man nodded calmly, walked behind the woman, held the lower part of her body with her backhand and slammed it hard with her strong thumb. The corpse was twisted with four fingers and raised her whole person high. The sudden heavy pressure and severe pain made the woman glar. Her mouth was wide open, and she was about to scream at the top of her lungs, but she was afraid of being beaten by someone else! The famous man reached out to pinch her throat, held her neck and pressed her back, making her whole body pressed heavily against the wooden cross that had already been erected beside the pulpit. The rough ropes wrapped around her throat, wrists, and ankles.

At this moment, the organ in the depths of the church began to play again, and soothing and solemn music filled every corner. The priest walked towards the believer with his back to the woman, reached out and grabbed her xiong mouth in a tone without any emotional change, and said, "You must wash away the sins of your body."

"I am not blasphemous. Please, please, one by one——, the woman has been begging hard.

"You have been killed by Satan. At this time, you still refuse to confess your sin."

The priest shook his head and turned to face the believers below the stage. He announced solemnly: "Those who believe in the devil have only lies. According to the law, they must pull their tongues———.

The man standing beside him nodded and picked up a heavy iron ball with a diameter of more than ten centimeters from the front of the stage. Another man clasped the woman's jaw tightly, stretched out his fingers, and pulled out his tongue from the middle of the mouth that he was struggling to close first. With the vague screams and screams, the tongue was pierced by a thick iron nail, and he tried hard to penetrate the protruding ring on the surface of the iron ball and firmly fixed it. The huge weight would be the whole

A tongue was dragged from the mouth and close to the chin. The woman was trembling all over her body, and a fierce and thick blood vessel was arched from the shoulders and neck. The severe pain stung all her hair as if it had been standing up. Her eyes were round and protruding like fish, and were filled with dense blood visible red. Various vomits mixed with saliva, blood, and gastric juice slowly fell along her tongue, wrapped around the surface of the iron ball, emitting a terrifying blood and stench.

Most believers bowed their heads. Although they had seen more outrageous scenes than this, no one dared to leave the church. No one dared to express anger or objection in person. The "Sword of God." claimed to have received God's favor. Any doubt is blasphemy. The woman named Graleva was convicted of the crime because she was teasing after drinking and said, "The priest may be the son of God." Although I don't know if there are really gods in this world, in the face of the bloody and terrifying reality, who dares to stand up and say that all this is fake?

What's more, being convicted is not a bad thing.

Gradually, the woman was no longer struggling. She seemed to have exhausted all her strength, or she might have suffered severe pain to break the nervous system or fainted on the spot. Under the priest's response, the man picked up the sharp dagger from the pulpit, skillfully cut the skin of the woman's body, cut off the muscles, and remove the bones. The process of removing the intestinal tube and various organs made the woman wake up again from the fainting. Perhaps she was shocked by the changes in her body, or was desperate for everything in front of her. She suddenly pulled her body tightly, and suddenly burst out from the depths of her throat, and she tilted her head and would never move again.

All the meat of sinners will be distributed to believers on the red helmet. No matter what method is used to cook, cook, or cook silk, as long as you eat it, the sins committed against the gods will be purified and eliminated forever.

Looking at the water dyed with blood stains in the washbasin, a ferocious sneer gradually appeared on Valente Spike's solemn and square face.
Chapter completed!