From the Bird - Chapter 680

Qian Wu overlooked from the top of the mountain. The river separated the entire fishing village. Many blue and white iron huts and sampans were connected to the shore, and dilapidated motorboats were moored everywhere. In the distance, there are forests of white wind power towers, and the sea breeze is blowing on the face, unspeakable bitterness.

“It should be where the leader is.”

He said.

Mou Ni raised his face and took a deep breath, then opened his eyes: “I can’t smell anything.”

Qian Wuji sat on the ground and pointed to the river in front of him: “The transformation of the dragon can be large and small, and can rise and hide. The big one can swallow the clouds and the fog, and the small one hides the mustard shape; the hidden is hidden in the waves. Rising is soaring beyond nine days. What’s more, the dragon veins are related to the billion trillion creatures of Shenzhou. The ordinary lookout and feng shui techniques can’t be applied at all. Unless you find the Luo Jingyi of the former Taixu monk, and use the power to clean the upper area of ​​the depressed earth. Qi, otherwise, wanting to point out the dragon veins can only be wishful thinking. I have never understood why Jiang Sihai collects the four pillars of the gods, but today he saw it with his own eyes and figured it out. He wanted to use human life to hide the fate and make a pair The upside-down sun and moon can blind the dragon veins.”

He pointed to the group of wind power towers in the foothills: “I have asked the villagers during the day that the project funds for these wind power towers came from Xue Wenhai and the bank of Mr. Rong behind him. There are fifty-four wind power towers, and each one should have it. Corresponding to the evil spirit sitting in the town, the tower is equipped with high spot lights. On the last day of each month, which is the new day in the calendar, the high spot lights on the tower will be on all day, like a huge moon. At first, many villagers complained, and then Xue Wen Hai used a large sum of money to suppress it. This is the night of the night. I have been to see it. Except for the largest wind tower, the light has not been installed. The moon of this wind tower has become Climate. If I guess it right, if I miss that fierce one, it would be a big defeat for the ten evils.

If it is Wenle, I must ask at this moment, since it is a pair of reversed sun and moon, where the moon is, where is the sun? But Muni does not. He just said, “Anyway, if you want to open the dragon veins, you must come here, right?”

“With a radius of ten miles, there must be a dragon head. If someone really wants to open a dragon vein, it should be nearby.”

After hearing this, Mou Ni sat down cross-legged. The sky was drizzling. The raindrops dripped along the brim of his hood. From time to time, there were a few muffled thunders. Mou Ni raised his head blankly. I only think that he has long ears and wide forehead, and he looks like a Buddha.

Qian Wu would suffer from rheumatism in a cloudy sky. He held up his hands and hammered his waist while walking under the tree to avoid the rain. Then he took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it, took a deep breath and exhaled the smoke ring, and looked at Muni repeatedly: “Are you really with Yu Shu?”

Mou Ni retracted his gaze to look at Yin Yun: “I don’t know, she had already betrayed us when I joined.”

Qian Wu showed a clear look and asked, “After Mr. Jingguo passed away, who will lead you to?”

Mou Ni was taken aback: “What did you say…”

He suddenly stopped, his eyes became sharp and bloodthirsty, and he looked around the mountains.

Qian Wu also noticed something and silently took two steps back.

“do not move.”

Mou Ni said softly, Qian Wuzhi felt that his heart was pinched suddenly, and his body suddenly stiffened.

Mou Ni licked his tongue, looked over the dark night, and threw it onto a small motorboat by the sampan. No accident, sitting on it was the first appetizer tonight…

Although Mou Ni’s appetite is always welcome, to him, Daqian Yanfu is an endless candy house, but he is hungry, and he will think of the taste of Yan Fu walking for the first time. Because of this, he is almost the most sensitive of Yan Fu’s walking trails.

But when Muni saw the people on the motorboat, his expression was a little frozen.

That was a fat man who looked left and right, looking restless, Mou Ni was sure that this man was indeed Yan Fu walking.

For a long time, Yan Fu’s walk has been a sticky note for delicious food, and it has a lot of flavors, and there is no one in the world. Especially the tall and thin man before, although the taste of flesh and blood itself is average, but the abundant vitality contained in it makes Mou Ni very fascinated. The taste of Yushi concubine is also good, but it is too spicy…

Even with a glance and a smell of these two, Muni couldn’t suppress his desire to hunt. This is a shortcoming in his nature, almost impossible to overcome.

I don’t know why, the fat man in front of him can’t spur him any appetite, this is really a rare thing.

It doesn’t matter, there is something else…

Yang Gui stood up and jumped out of the motorboat. He noticed the gaze that he didn’t know where he was, and the hairs on the back of his hand stood up.

Mou Ni turned his head and fixed his eyes on the mountains, where there was a black retro car without a license plate, rushing to the wind power tower along the bumpy mountain road.

Wandie, who was sitting in the driver’s seat, solidified her blood in an instant, and a natural fear instantly destroyed her fighting will. But Muni immediately lost interest and looked away.

“This is also average.”

As usual, Wan Die was already in a different place at the moment, but Muni was thinking about finding Li Yan or Yushi’s concubine to make up for the great loss of his own appetizer just now.

Muni’s gaze asked for something, and soon he found another walking trail on the other side of the wind power tower.

Rennie.

“Is it just this kind of stuff?”

Mou Ni was a little disappointed. At this time, another motorboat came into his field of vision. On the motorboat was a man with a blue collar.

This time, Muni finally got excited, seeing Yang Xi’s eyes seem to be looking at some delicacies.

…

In the roar of the motorboat, Yang Yan glanced at the sharp hair on the back of his hand, knowing that he was being targeted by Muni, so he silently threw the hammer on the floor.

“Muni’s strength should be able to rank firmly in the top three of Yan Zhaohui’s second seat, and I am not his opponent. Considering the actual situation of one seat, in the entire Yan Zhaohui, no more than ten people can independently kill Muni.” Yang Xi recalled the words of Yu Shi’s concubine: “I know in theory that your 100,000 shots of Red Heart Roar have the power to kill ordinary Liusi, but I have tried it for you. Mu Ni is faster than you and it is too late. You only have one shot. Good luck.”

At the funeral of the naked host last time, he lost to Li Yan, and also lost the reputation of being the first person under six divisions. No one cares that he first suffered a defeat with the host’s lover Pang Chunhao, and was confined to a closed environment by a paper cup. Red Heart Roar can’t exert its maximum power.

But Yang Xi didn’t care about this. He hated the atmosphere at the funeral, and disliked Committee member Bai’s arrangement even more. He insisted on saying that there was something wrong with it. He still wants to compete with Li Yan on another condition.

“Half a minute, right?”

Yang Gui squeezed the trigger, raised his hand, his muzzle was level with his sight, and Mou Ni’s face was already on the muzzle.

boom!

Wenle opened the door with a smile, and in the room Zhao Jianzhong, Se Kong and Yushi’s concubines were waiting for him.

“I’m flattered.”

Wen Le made an exaggerated expression.

Sekong glared at Wenle impatiently: “You have been there for so long, and there is no **** smell on your body? Didn’t you go to kill that walking?”

“Something happened.”

Pean Le fooled him over, and he sat down with a grin, “What card to play? Mr. Zhao?”

“It’s okay, you decide.”

Zhao Jianzhong smiled.

Wenle glanced at Sekong, and then said: “Then go to the countryside and do as the customs, Guangdong brand.”

“Good.” Zhao Jianzhong nodded.

Wenle only noticed that he had two black chips on hand, with a character for life painted on them, and eight traditional numbers next to it: one hundred and one million three thousand babai, and the other painted birthday with the word babai. Lu Shiqi

His eyes quickly passed the cards of the other three people. His concubine, Yushi, had a fate of one hundred thirty thousand, and his life was Lu Bai.

The color space of life is Bai Jiu Shi Jiu Jiu Jiu Wan Jiuqian Bai Jiu Jiu Shi, Shou Bai Jiu Shi Jiu Jiu is Jiuqian, two figures are to raise the limit cards are displayed, which shows the true color digital empty, It may still be above this.

As for Zhao Jianzhong, there is a water cup pressed on his digital chips, and only the number at the end can be seen. Like Sekong, it is a limit number display.

When Wenle saw these numbers, he thought to himself: “The word for longevity should be Yangshou. Liusi is generally a thousand years of life, but because of various losses, this number will be lower. My Yangshou has more than 800 left. Years, this should be correct, as for fate…”

Wenle is still thinking about it, and Zhao Jianzhong has already explained: “Shou Ziqi refers to Yangshou, and Ming Ziqi is the estimate of all the value of your whole person for winning Tianshou. It is also a general bet to win Tianshou. It takes one year for each hand to play. In addition, there is a large part of the value of the life chip. Therefore, if only Yangshou is left after losing, then the life chip and the life chip will be deducted at the same time. The winning of the life chip will be deducted every time. It will be discounted once per lap. At that time, from whom you have won the fate chip, you can ask him for what you have, the corresponding value, life span, inheritance, memory, everything. As long as the game starts, there is nothing Means to deny.”

Wei Le’s brain turned quickly.

“Two hundred ante bets, double the ante for every extra win. Five laps in total.”

After Zhao Jianzhong said, he paused for a while before asking, “Any other questions?”

Wenle reckoned for a while, and his heart suddenly chilled. With this style of play, Sekong and Zhao Jian could bet nearly tens of millions of life with a single card, let alone his own life of more than 100,000? But the arrow is on the string, and I can’t help but refuse.