Chronicles of Heaven

In the snow, Wu Tie and Jin Mancang left the small building.

On the street, the bonfire flickers, and countless men and women are still dreaming of crazy drunkenness, crazy *** fun.

Witch iron hands clasped in the sleeves, stepping on the thick snow, step by step and walking forward. He looked at the men and women who were screaming and screaming, whispering to himself: "What is the meaning of being so happy?"

Kim Man Cang looked at Wu Tie and looked at the men and women and suddenly laughed.

"Adult, you are... ambition in your heart. There is a spirit in your heart, there are things that you want to do, you have to do it, and you have to make it, so you have no time to ponder these things."

"But they..."

Kim Mancang reached out and pointed to the dozens of men and women who were closest to them on the street: "They... they have no worries, no bright future, what can they do besides being happy?"

"The future is boundless...the amount of measurement?" Wu Tie stunned.

"There is no bright future... bright light." Jin Mancang smiled very brightly: "This **** world, these three cities have made them and ruined them. This is a comfort zone, one that makes everyone unconsciously, Here it becomes a pile of rotten comfort."

Wu Tie is silent.

Jin Mancang looked up and looked at the dark clouds and falling snow of the sky. He laughed and said: "The Bodhi family still has talents. They actually try to send an elite, attacking the outer domain and expanding the site."

"I don't want to become a complete waste in this comfort zone, I can only expand outwards, foreign wars, quenching the people with blood and death." Jin Mancang sighed: "It is a pity, I heard that the Bodhi family was defeated. Losing, the elite sent out is dead..."

With a hint of gloating pleasure, Jin Mancang smiled at the strange Wu Ting: "This blow may have interrupted the last bone of the Bodhi family."

"The Bodhi family may never send an army of the same size."

"The 'Junjie' who are the Bodhi people who are going to levy the Lord will become a different kind in the eyes of the people."

"They are either excluded and driven out of the family's power center. Either confluence, become the shameless waste, rotten meat we see... or they are desperate, **** and dead, tempering the whole family. ""

Kim Mang’s body trembled a little, and he whispered softly: “I’m faintly smelling, the taste of big business, so I rushed here, so I’m not ready, so...”

Touching the wound that was cut by the dagger on the thigh during the day, Jin Mancang’s face was resentful.

Wu Tie took a photo of Jin Mancang’s shoulder and said to him seriously: “Old Jin, I did not expect that you are really a talent.”

Kim Man Cang humbly bowed to Wu Tiejun: "What do you say about the little iron man? In front of you, I am old, what is it? Hey, I am, some side-by-side means to know some friends who are three-minded."

Wu Tie smiled and patted Jin Quancang's body hard, then he disappeared out of thin air.

Jin Mancang’s face suddenly became stiff. He narrowed his eyes, and a golden light gradually glowed in his throat. He quickly looked around for a while, but he could not find the traces left by Wu Tie’s display.

"This is ... a high-skilled swearing method...but even the dreams of the three-man mandala family can't be so invisible." Jin Mancang has a dim sum to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead.

"Mysterious, terrible, maybe there is a strong, strong, very backstage backing." Jin Mancang muttered to himself: "Be careful, be careful, my golden ghosts will go smoothly for a lifetime, but don't go to the old boat."

"Once this sale is made, my golden ghost's good days are still behind... I can't overturn."

Sighing, a young girl screaming and screaming, holding a wine jar ‘haha’ smiled and rushed to Jin Mancang. Behind the girl, seven or eight faces are red, and the young, frozen skin is chasing her.

Kim Mancang licked his mouth and suddenly laughed.

He picked up the girl and took her and turned and walked away: "Haha, I don't know the meat taste for half a month. I will be happy and happy first, and then go to do the right thing. Hey, hey, hey!"

Witch iron stealth, silently flying over the city of Sanlian.

He flew out of the city of Sanliancheng and flew to a hill seven or eight miles away from the city.

The hill is beautiful, and the mountain is full of green bamboo.

Between the bamboo, it is full of bright and colorful mandala flowers.

In the snowy night, in the distant light shining from the twelve towering beams, the black and red two-color mandala flowers are fascinating, like a witch who is seductive and dying, constantly giving away a fascinating and crazy atmosphere.

At the top of the hill, there is a small pagoda with a height of nine stories. Each floor of the pagoda is about seven or eight meters square, and each floor has a circle of verandas.

There is a small yard under the pagoda. In the snowy night, there is no movement in the yard. Only the highest ninth floor of the pagoda is swaying with lights. On the outer veranda, two girls wearing cloaks are constantly moving.

This hill is the industry of the Mandala family of the twelve ruling family of Sanliancheng.

On weekdays, it is also the secret gathering place for the most important children of the young generation of the Datura family. It is the stronghold for their drinking and conspiracy.

This hill seems to be peaceful. In fact, those mandala flowers contain strange poisons. Once the outsiders are mistaken, the most time will fall into the deepest sleep. If there is no antidote to cure, they will definitely die alive.

On this hill, there are some terrible and fragrant rumors in Sanliancheng.

However, rumors are rumors after all, and rumors alone, no one can move the half-roots of the mandarin family.

Two very fascinating girls with a cold smile, wandering around the cloister, and occasionally the bamboo branches are heard by the sound of snow, they will immediately look over there.

These are two checkpoints placed in the bright spot.

Wu Tie silently fell to the top of the pagoda, listening to the movement inside the pagoda.

In the warmth of the ninth-floor pagoda, three handsome young men showed their bodies and leaned against three soft couches. Each person was surrounded by a few powdery bodies.

Only these beautiful girls who have been beautiful have already passed asleep.

The pottery of the mandala family is enough to ensure that they will not hear any sound during sleep, and will not reveal any information here.

"The Bodhi family is ruined, this is something that can be determined." A young man said lazily: "The monster of the big snake is not able to come back... I heard that Miss Yan has kept herself in the house and has not gone out for a few months. It is."

"If she becomes a widow... I don't mind taking over." Another young man blinked and smiled evilly: "Well, I will go and give her a sweet gift. I have experience." At this time, she needs a strong arm."

"Where is it so troublesome? A single pharmacy, let me talk about it first." The third young man sneered: "I hate you for doing these imaginary things. You, haven't you bought her personal maid?" ?"

Three young people, look at me, I look at you, and then laugh at the same time.

"That said, the old thirteen, but did not go home for a few days." The first youth suddenly said: "You said, is he looking for fun outside, or is he dead outside?"

"Better, let's die..." Another young man said coldly: "Everyone knows that he is not the blood of my family. If it is not because his mother has a few faces, where can he live to this day?"

"So, better, it’s dead..." The third young man said coldly: "If you send someone to look for it, don't let him come back. If you want to come to your home, you will be happy to see this kind of thing."

Wu Tie listened to the movement in the building and slowly nodded.

It is no wonder that Kim Mancang’s list asks him to come to this hill to capture the purest and most reliable descendants of the Datura family.

You must know that Jin Mancang had already entrusted a person and arrested a child of the Mandala family.

That guy, actually not the blood of the Datura family, so it is easy to explain.

Wu Tie recalled the list given by Jin Mancang... This guy is going to collect the blood of the twelve ruling families? It seems that this matter has an inseparable relationship with Sanliancheng.

With both hands printed, the iron fingertips are faintly covered with clear light.

The light flashed in his throat, and he observed carefully the direction of the hill. The hands were counted, a little clear light flew out, and a small ban on sound and mana fluctuations was quickly placed around.

The whole hill is like being covered by an invisible big clock. The snow falling from the sky is still a hundred feet away from the top of the mountain, and it is moved to the distance by an invisible force.

The two girls who walked up the veranda suddenly raised their heads and looked at the sky with horror.

Snow is all over the sky, but no snow can fall to the hill.

"The enemy..." The two women spoke at the same time.

Wu Tie took a hand, a fixed-body curse came out, and the two women were in a stiff shape and could not move anymore.

"Who is it?" The three youths in the room burst at the same time.

They writhed their body and wanted to get out of the body of the girl who was wearing the powder.

The window on the ninth floor of the pagoda suddenly opened, and the cold wind screamed in. The invisible state of Wu Tie entered the pagoda, and the shaking hand was the ninety-nine-story mantra of the storm.

The three young men's chests are hung with a mandala flower shape. The body charm has just touched their body, and the jade pendant bursts with black and red. The strange light is like water, and it quickly wraps the three bodies.

A dozen or so consecutive spells hit them, and the strange light trembled, and the power of the fixed spells constantly offset each other.

Just a fingertip, the body of the singularity was smothered by the spell.

"Who……"

"Yes……"

"Big……"

The three men each took out a word, and then their body was hit by a concealed curse. They stood up stiffly and erected the upper body, sitting like a woodcarving.

Wu Tie looked around, grabbed three pieces of animal skin and wrapped the three people, tied the three people with a rope, and then shook the body, left the pagoda with three people, and closed the window of the pagoda, helping to stay. The girl inside blocked the cold of the outside world.

The three ancestors of the Mandala family were followed by the two descendants of the Bodhi family, followed by the two noble women of the Phoenix family, followed by the Tianlong family, the male lion family, the holy elephant family, and the **** turtle family...

The efficiency of Wu Tie is 100 times higher than the few monks hired by Jin Mancang. According to the information provided by Jin Mancang, Wu Tie only spent three hours, and the people on the list of gold full warehouses were wiped out.

Twelve ruling families, each with a varying number of shackles, fell into the hands of Wu Tie.

Running around overnight, the action was so smooth that Wu Tie was dumb.

The deaf children of these twelve ruling families have not had much defensive power, and Wu Tie is light and easy, and they will take their lives.

Perhaps because of this, it is Sanliancheng.

The twelve ruling families have already smashed into the bones. They are too confident in their own strength. They have not considered it at all. There will be outsiders invading Sanlian City and kidnapping their **** people.

These people were sent to the pre-set secret base of the Jinmancang in the mountains outside the city to hide. When the virtual day was re-lighted, Wu Tie returned to Sanlian City.

It was still the small building last night. In the corner of the house, more than a dozen men and women were still awake.

When Wu Tie entered the door, Jin Mancang did not know where to get a bunch of wine, sitting at the round table and drinking himself, I don't know how happy.

I didn’t see it all night, and Jin Mancang seemed to be full of enthusiasm and red light.

Wu Wu, who has a strong sense of five, smells seven different women from Jin Mancang.

"A happy night?" Wu Tie took a look at Jin Mancang and sat down across the round table.

"Running, hard, there is something happy." Jin Mancang sighed heavily. He looked at Wu Tie and said very seriously: "The eight guys you said, I only know that someone was sent. In the dungeons of the Uighur family, as for the news of the werewolf..."

Wu iron breath suddenly stopped, he looked at Jin Mancang without saying a word.

Jin Mancang deliberately stopped and saw Wu Tie just watching himself silently. He only smiled bitterly: "The news of the werewolf does not need to be inquired. The biggest slave trader in Sanlian City said that after three days, they would auction a batch of seniors. Slave... There is a werewolf who can read and read, very rare."

"What did you inquire?" Wu Tie looked at Jin Mancang.

"In addition to those crazy guys, the people in the city who have to work hard to find food have got the news." Jin Mancang stared at Wu Tie: "The people I know know the news... ...this is, is it for you?"

Wu Tie smiled: "It seems that they have killed my mind."

Kim Mancang looked at Wu Tie with a blank look: "You want it, right face to the top?"

Wu Tie's fingers were in a mess on the round table, and the hard rounded pokes of dozens of holes.

He thought for a while, and his mind quickly flashed countless thoughts.

After a moment of indulgence, Wu Tie shook his head: "hard fight? I am not so stupid."

Looking at Jin Mancang, Wu Tie suddenly laughed: "Help me send a letter to Miss Bodhi's Miss Yan, okay? You ask me for her, how much is she willing to pay for the life of the big snake?"