I picked up the book from the ground, and turned it so carefully, all the pages were soaked in water, and the words in it were spent.These words are already a little hairy, soaked by water, the black pigments on it are soaked up, but also unrecognizable.

My heart was on fire, the whole face was red, the old man spent so much effort, and even the layout of the risk to kill people, took the effort to get such a thing, let you practice.

I looked slowly at the Japanese lying on the ground, this Japanese was really carrying, I was just knocked down, actually awake again, covered my throat up.He is not afraid of me, but there is a feeling of eagerness, and his eyes are definitely not the appearance of normal people.

I flipped over the old book that was soaking into a pile of waste paper, laughing, and slowly said, "Do you know you made a big mistake?"

“Eighta!”The Japanese screamed and came over again.Now you little corner on my body, the force value of the explosion, just at the moment he pounced, I jumped on the ground before the first one, is kicking in his chest.The Japanese were kicked out, flew in the air to two meters before landing, fell to the ground, and smashed a meal of dust and soot.

I was full of blood rushing, I did not expect to beat people feel so refreshing, live for 20 years, I did not expect to beat people will be so happy, refreshing!And in this damned place, it is not illegal to beat people and kill people.An emotion in my heart really came out of the way.

As soon as this thought came out, I felt that it was wrong, I could not kill, I could not kill, and this thought swirled in my mind.But another thought is that this person is damned, this Japanese man is absolutely mentally ill, mentally ill, in this murder cave he does not know how many people have killed, how many girls have been ruined, killing the wicked is doing good, he is damned, killing no problem!

I stood there, tormented by two thoughts, my hand slowly clasped, and when it was too late to find out that it was wrong, I held the old book in my hand.This book was already wet, the page was soft, and I held it so, which was good, it became a pile of hand paper.

The hatred in my heart rushed straight to the top of the beam door, unable to control it, looking at the Japanese lying on the ground, my hands were trembling, killing him, killing him.

I took a deep breath and made up my mind, just about to go, suddenly felt the heart of the hot, bowed my head to see, the hand even covered with some black paints of the ancient books, like a font stick there.

I thought to move, try to rub with the other hand, who knows how to rub off, the two hands staggered to rub, the result of the black more and more, until the expansion of the whole hand.I doubted it in my heart, called the power to push the palm of my hand, and as soon as the mana came into contact with the black, my brain buzzed.

I can feel that this black group seems to have a lot of energy!I can’t tell what it is, like a complex emotion, a signal.

My powers seem to have explored an unfathomable door.

I didn’t dare to move, so I quickly picked up the clothes on the ground and dressed.Now the most important thing is to find a place where I can close, and I will digest the signal energy above.

My heart beat faster and seemed to find the right way to open the book, which was not to be read, but to feel it directly with force.

Dressed in clothes, I went back to the bathhouse, inside the smoke was confused, and in the depths of the water mist came Yang Civilization and the waves of several women's laughter, I heard red ears and roared: "Old Yang, don't play, hurry out!"

Yang Mingming laughed inside: "Boss Wang, you also come to play ah, I have two left for you."

I sneered: "There are no security measures here, you really dare to play."Do you know what these women are from?”

Yang Civilization obviously staggered, and then hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey he caress: you worry, these girls are obviously sent to reward us.Don't worry, I'm Iron King, and I haven't played anywhere in Southeast Asia, as long as they're not afraid of getting sick."

Since he said this, I can't say anything, he likes to play here.Now it is not too late to go, we must find a place to close, feel what the signal on the palm of the hand is.

I came out of the bathhouse and saw Nguyen, who was carrying a few soldiers.Nguyen looked at the Japanese lying on the ground, waved their hands, several soldiers dragged the Japanese on the ground, the Japanese still have a tone, but fell into a coma, and there was no difference with the dead pig.

Nguyen Thanh Guo’s gloomy face: “Mr. Wang, we kindly and kindly ask you to take a bath, what are you doing, and why are the people who hurt us?”

I coughed, "He didn't let me over anything, of course, he's going to beat him."

Nguyen Xiang Guo did not continue this word, looking at the bathroom, where the laughter of Yang civilization and women came.Nguyen Xiang Guo said, “Mr. Wang, he is not interested in women?”

“It’s dirty.”I said.

Nguyen Tanguo smiled: "We have young children here, 14 years old without personnel, to ensure the first time."To Mr. King's room tonight."

I said, “I’m not here for a nightclub.”I wonder when will you pay?”

Nguyen Xiangguo had a bit of a playful smile: "Don't worry, the female body you brought has been sent to the general, he needs to see, tomorrow morning to be sure will be paid."

His opponent said a Southeast Asian language, and the two soldiers were guarding the door of the bathhouse with guns, making the Yang civilization inside to play with peace of mind.He patted me on the shoulder: "Come, Mr. Wang, pick up the wind for you at night, and there are beautiful women to accompany you."

He blinked at me, "It's my sister, she's not dirty, she can take it down and she'll see you."

I was disgusted, I wanted to refuse and could not, and people had to bow down under the low eaves.Even if I am capable of being bigger, I can't kill a person, and I can only take a step to see a step.

Nguyen Xiangguo took me out of the bathhouse, now it is the sun afterglow, the sky is hung with red and red clouds, the temperature in the mountains is not cold, slightly cool, the wind blows the leaves of the mountain, I stand there to feel the cool breeze, but also a little child's carefree feeling.

This place is a small mountain village in the world, occupied by this garbage, it is a violent thing.

I followed Nguyen Xiangguo to a large thatched hut, which was large, with a long table, full of dishes, and melon fruit pears.From outside, many decent people came in, most of whom were dark-faced, small in size, and grotesque-shaped one by one, and a look at Southeast Asians.

The country greeted them.He quietly told me that these people were guests in the mountains and representatives of other armed forces.

Laos deep mountains, close to the border of the three countries here, the composition of the complex, the occupation of the mountain is king of the living bandits abound, as long as there is no conflict of interest, we can sit down and form an alliance.

I am now entertained, able to eat with them, and belong to the guests in the team.

The people are seated.Everyone was served by women, who wore thoraple yarn, long black hair, and served with a glass of wine to the guests.I was also full of a drink.

One by one, these guests look like thugs, and they have to be polite, one by one, the glass smiles, and the ones are very nurturing.

Nguyen Xiang Guo stood up, touched the wine glass with a spoon, issued a "rhodium" sound, greeted him in Southeast Asian languages, and everyone looked at him with the glass.

Nguyen Xiangguo gave a speech, I am a word can not understand, after the end of everyone with a drink, I am also a guest, can only follow a drink.

When he put down his glass, Nguyen said another word, and the guests turned their ears together and whispered something.Looking at me more embarrassed, Nguyen Xiang Guo blinked at me and said slightly naughtily: "Mr. Wang, I told them to go to the last big dish, which is a speciality in our mountains, let them enjoy it, and you can see it."

I nodded, smiling meat not laughing to cope: "Looking forward to expectations."

He said hello, not long after he heard the footsteps of several people outside.I wonder why there are so many people who are doing this food.There was a handful of curtains at the door, and four women came in from outside, the first two after two, carrying a huge tray.It looked very heavy, and the four of them were a little hard to carry.

The tray was covered with a large round lid on it, covering what was inside, and the volume seemed to be a huge turkey.I wonder, is this poor mountain also spent the western Thanksgiving?How to eat turkey?It is really a burning bag, in the deep mountains and forests of Southeast Asia to eat European special turkey, showing that there is money.

The four women stopped at the long table, and the guests looked at them with laughter.

Nguyen Xiang Guo walked up there, came to the tray, clapped his hands in Southeast Asian language and said something.Then he put his hand on the lid and lifted it gently.With his hand, the gap between the tray and the lid suddenly came out of the rolling steam, and a flapping aroma filled the dining room.

I moved my nose smelled, and this smell was hard to describe, a bit like meaty, but also a little fat powder, which was strange.

At this time, the whole lid was opened, and everyone's eyes were firmly tied to the tray.No one in the huge room spoke, and the root needle could be heard.

There was a little girl on her knees on the tray, thin, long hair, kneeling there motionless, and the steam churning around it, as if it had been steamed.