Sheng Lingyuan: "Listen."

There was an incompatible and confused noise in the echoes of anger and humiliation, and he kept muttering "the blood of the witch tribe" over and over again. It was the obsession of the young leader of Dongchuan who never forgets life and death and never changes his devil.

Xuan Ji was surprised: "Does the witch tribe still have blood?"

"Yes," Sheng Lingyuan said softly, "My emperor sister-in-law is the orphan of the Witch Humans. She has protected many tribe members scattered everywhere, and those people are all arranged by me personally... The Witch Humans are very similar to the humans, and after mixed blood, there is almost no difference between them and the humans - the little girl under your command is."

Xuan Ji: "Which... the little fat girl in our subject?"

The Wuren village in Dongchuan is built against the mountains, and there is almost no flat land in the tribe. If you want to visit your neighbor's house, you have to climb several slopes back and forth, and your eating habits are also vegetarian. There is no place for the tribe to raise livestock on a large scale. The meat that can be eaten is not only free-range chickens, but also aquatic products - high protein and low fat, so the Wuren are relatively slim.

Xuan Ji was stunned for a while, and suddenly couldn't help laughing and cursed: "A Luojin's little dwarf always jokes about the monsters and humans. They are known for their witches and witches. Bah, Xiuya is a ball! It's obvious that other tribes eat braised vegetables every day, and they are all so hungry that they are pale and thin. They have the ability to immigrate and live for two days, and they are still showing off their pork belly every day. Just A Luojin's greedy devil is reincarnated. I think 250 pounds are considered cheap!"

Sheng Lingyuan's hand was stuck to the Heaven and Earth Cauldron by the flowing blood, but his eyebrows and eyes softened.

Aluojin knew about the Demon Sword and was always curious. He often said that he would live a good life for 180 years, "try to play with Jian Lingtong one day."

In fact, the young clan leader was completely self-indulgent. Jian Ling was almost annoyed him and didn't want to play with him at all.

These two things are about the same age and have a mental level, which is particularly comparable to "no prospect". At that time, Jian Ling realized that she was a man and learned to be awkward. She didn't want to call him "Brother Lingyuan" again. She didn't want this title to be picked up by A Luojin without knowing it. The little Jian Ling didn't want it himself, and she refused to give it to others. She was furious about it and unilaterally made a bond with A Luojin, which was so angry for many years.

When Aluojin was young, he talked a lot and often kept talking in Sheng Lingyuan's ears. At that time, he especially liked to talk loudly. Sheng Lingyuan heard more and replied less, but when he heard him speak, he always had a "very interesting" smile. Aluojin felt that he was making witty words, and he didn't know that there was an invisible sword spirit next to him talking back. He said, and the sword spirit arranged a sentence in Sheng Lingyuan's heart. The voices of these two people were like a pair of little chickens with unfinished hair, pinching their voices and crowing from the air, eliminating depression and relieved fatigue.

Xuan Ji landed on the ground and recovered his body, shouting at the echoing sound of the bronze tripod: "Hey, Aluojin, are you still doing something in the shadow man's stomach? You haven't come out to make a big fuss about the Heavenly Palace? Don't you want to see me? Tell you, I stole your dried pears! Your descendants are now serving as followers under my hands, and you have to listen to me in everything. With my words, she has to offer all the snacks in her pocket. Do you feel good about it?"

He smiled and smiled, and the tips of his eyebrows and corners of his mouth seemed to be tied to a thousand-pound pendant - despite his hard work, he still hung helplessly...

The day when the human race could have a full meal came too late. Aluojin couldn't live to get fat until middle age, nor did he grow to 250 kilograms for him to make fun of.

The only time they met was that one was dead, and the other had not yet found the past and had not yet reminisced about the past, they passed by again.

But how destined and unmatched it is.

Ping Qianru felt that the sound in her ears was like the legendary Earth-Binding Spirit who had been dead for many years. She forgot everything and was trapped somewhere before her death, wandering around, and it made people feel sore. She subconsciously looked through the sound and saw spots on the ground, all of which were bleeding from her wounds.

Where the blood beads rolled, the crazy plant vines retreated for unknown reasons, and a weak grass suddenly emerged from the ground.

The grass pulled out long thin strips and wrapped around her ankles softly.

Ping Qianru clearly was not a spiritual system, but she vaguely felt a strange emotion surged from the grass, unable to tell what she felt... It was like when she was back in a dream, she suddenly heard the hawking sounds of vendors in the alleys of childhood. When she opened her eyes, she felt that she was still young and her deceased relatives were fanning next to her. Or she had been away from her hometown for many years and went home. The things were not good, and the people were not bad. The streets and houses were changed. When she was confused, she suddenly looked up and recognized that the big locust tree beside her had crawled when she was a child.

She didn't understand who the sound was, nor did she know where it came from, but she instinctively trusted the sound.

It was not until this time that Ping Qianru found that her face was a little cold and shed tears at some point.

The voice of speaking in alien language became clear and clear. When she said something in her ear, Ping Qianru suddenly raised her head from her blurry sight, turned her head and rushed to her colleague who was trying to rescue her, shouting: "I may have a way to connect to the echo sound! Come on, bring the echo sound sound!"

The bulky echo device was quickly pushed over, and the converter was aimed at the grass that was wrapped around Ping Qianru's ankle. The grass seemed to know what she wanted, and quickly pulled the bar and grew taller, becoming a lush bunch, gently climbing up the connector of the converter and wrapping it around.

On the radio, the host asked Dr. Wang: "Can you tell us where does the special energy come from?"

"It is born, but not a race, because most people's parents and relatives are ordinary people. We don't know where we come from, and we cannot refuse this innate 'gift'. Historically, the birth rates of special energy in different periods have different periods. Some special energy almost extinct, and some periods have a significant increase in the birth rate. When the special energy birth rate rises, it is often accompanied by major natural and man-made disasters, so we are always regarded as ominous people." Dr. Wang said, "Since ancient times, no one is different from others, and the special energy itself will cause suspicion and greed. Therefore, most special energy people are carefully hidden in the crowd and dare not show their differences. Or they just gather together, just to survive and not be caught and burned by monsters."

Director Huang took over the conversation: "There are bad people in the special energy industry, some who do evil, and some who want to use the special energy industry to unfair competition. Only by controlling the bad sheep in the special energy industry and not letting them drag all the special energy industry into the water can we live peacefully. In recent decades, the special energy birth rate has begun to rise again, so we have established an official organization to discipline others and ourselves. The special energy management regulations have been uploaded to the official website that has begun to be opened to the public today, and everyone can freely read it. Since the establishment of the Special Energy Control Bureau, it has been updated less than a hundred years ago.

Five versions. The last version was revised four years ago, and one version is stricter than the other - those who conceal their special identities and participate in large international and domestic sports competitions will be sentenced; those who participate in college entrance examinations must apply when registering and enter the special examination room, otherwise it will be considered cheating; if the field personnel deal with abnormal energy incidents, if they cause casualties to ordinary people, they will never accept them unless force majeure; if the casualties of ordinary people exceed fifteen, no matter whether it is a cause of majeure or not, the relevant person in charge must accept serious treatment..."

"How many comrades are trapped and sacrificed their hands and feet because of this high-voltage line. I can't give you an accurate number - you can't count it, but everyone has no complaints, because it must be done. The Misin Bullet was led by the first research director. It took a full ten years to develop the first generation of weapons that can perfectly avoid non-special personnel, so that our field office can fight without shackles."
Chapter completed!