Fellow Daoists, Would You Like To Buy Gatling?

  Chapter 65 65. The Big Trouble of Little Pomegranate

  This time through the world, the feeling is completely different from the previous time.

  The vision in front of him changed into a desert like a dream. The moment he returned to the desert town, he felt the rough wind hit his cheeks. Jiang Xia just thumped and fell to the ground.

  He seemed to be exhausted. He supported his body with his hands. Every muscle on his body was trembling. His face was pale, his brain ached, and a lot of sweat fell from his forehead.

   Breathing the wind with sand and dust.

  There was even a feeling of suffocation and fainting.

"what happened?"

  Rogge quickly helped Jiang Xia with his eyesight and hands, and asked, Jiang Xia coughed a few times, leaning on Rogge, and said weakly:

   "The load is too large. This thing seems to have its limit. I forcibly caught the wolf demon and almost drained Lao Tzu."

   "嗷"

  As soon as Jiang Xia's voice fell, an angry wolf howl came from the wild sand outside the town, making everyone's expressions change.

  Su and the others said, this is considered to be home.

  But the fourth child, Niu Sansheng, and a few new miners and their families are all coming here for the first time, and the feeling of crossing the world for the first time makes them still look bewildered.

  No reaction at all.

   "Su, go control the defensive turret!

  Morty, take the fourth child to take out the energy weapon hidden in the ground. The others hurried to the warehouse and drove out the few bigfoots that were sealed there!

  Go! "

  Rogge supported Jiang Xia while giving orders quickly.

  A group of wasteland warriors immediately ran in three directions, moving quickly and swiftly.

  While traveling through the world, Jiang Xia exhausted his strength and threw the wolf demon in the desert hundreds of meters away from the town, which gave them some time.

   "There are four of you!"

  The black fox in the wasteland turned to look at the four miners who were protecting their family members. He said:

   "You have seen the situation, do you want your family to survive?"

  The four miners nodded in unison. The children in their family were already terrified. They couldn't even cry.

  "Go and help carry weapons, the sooner the better!"

  Rogge pointed to the warehouse and shouted.

  The miners immediately took their families and rushed over there.

  In the next instant, under the control of Su, the defensive turrets hidden in the ground were activated on the edge of the desert town where the wind was blowing, and the scene like the previous town offensive and defensive battle reappeared.

  The square fort pops out from the ground.

  The black metal box appeared for a moment, then it changed its direction and the shell bounced off.

  The slender missiles swallowed tail flames, dissipated the scorching wind, and smashed into the sand outside the town with a roar like an arrow leaving the string.

   The black wolf demon who rushed by roaring seemed to feel something. The moment he rushed into the town, he stopped abruptly and jumped to the other side to dodge, but the missiles were shooting too fast.

  It only avoided the explosion of the first three shots, and was swallowed by the explosive fire that came later.

  The peculiar scream of beasts resounded from the sea of ​​fire.

  But it was full of breath.

  These defensive rockets can still only injure it, but cannot kill it.

   "Give it to the nearest eternal life club stronghold, which is the one you said last time!"

   Jiang Xia leaned against the wall, clutching Roger's hand with a pale face, and said to him:

   "Misfortune will lead to the east, and the fire will be the chestnut! In my current situation, I can't walk, and it's cumbersome to go. I'll wait for you here. I must kill it!"

   "Okay! Leave it to me."

  Rogge didn’t talk nonsense. He took out his life-sustaining box from his waist and stuffed it into Jiang Xia’s hand, leaving him with a lot of self-defense.

  A few minutes later, with the last round of rocket ejection of the defensive turret.

  Several desert trucks carrying heavy firepower and being painted in chaos, carrying Roger, Su and a group of wasteland fighters, rushed out of the town under the wind and sand in the violent roar.

   Fire with more powerful energy guns.

  The peculiar loud noise made the barrage created by the rockets burn out of shape, the black wolf demon who had been irritated by pain and lost his mind, like a fish attracted by bait.

  Turning his head and chasing a few bigfoot monsters, he rushed into the desert of death filled with wind and sand.

  Hearing the wolf howl farther and farther, more and more ethereal.

   Leaning against the wall, holding on to Jiang Xia, who was heavily sniper, also breathed a sigh of relief.

  The first half of the anti-kill adventure was successful. Then, I prayed that Roger and the others went smoothly. This is their home court, and there is no aura in this world.

  This monster can't get aura replenishment.

   is considered consumption.

   can also consume it here.

   "Before the last immortal holy robot falls, the black hand will be with me and will not lose."

  The pale-faced Jiang Xia laughed. The laughter attracted several miners who were thrown here. They just helped the wasteland fighters move their weapons.

  But this kind of long-distance raid cannot take them, non-combatants.

  So they and their families were left here.

   "Come here and help me up."

   Jiang Xia yelled to the four miners in the chip communication, but the guns in his hands were not released. If these four guys were thinking about it, this thing could protect him.

  But it turns out that there are still many good people in the world.

  Especially when Jiang Xiagang helped them rescue their family, the four miners did not intend to avenge their grievances.

  They properly lifted Jiang Xia, and according to his instructions, sent him into Roger's house and put him on the dilapidated sofa.

  "In the cellar next to the room, there are some filtered water, food that doesn't taste very good, and some radiation protection suits. Find out and put on the children.

  You can also take a break in the cellar.

  It’s okay, don’t hang around outside, this world is different from ours, the air is poisonous. "

  Jiang Xia trembling hands, from the concealed place in the cabinet of Roger's house, he found out the box of cigars that was said to be Roger's grandfather and left him with a good cigar, and took out one.

   Lying on the sofa with Ge You lying down and said something to the four miners.

  They are stray people who have strayed into another world. This time, they don’t know what to do. Hearing Jiang Xia’s command, they walked out the door and settled in their family.

  In the house, only Jiang Xia was left.

"Snapped"

  He pressed the wasteland-style blowtorch lighter, but his fingers were weak and weak. After pressing it three times before lighting it, a handful of blue flames spurted out, lighting Jiang Xia's cigar.

  He leaned his head back comfortably on the broken sofa, facing the sky, and let out a smoke ring.

After ten seconds of silence, Jiang Xia closed her eyes and said:

   "Come out, what do you do to hide? When I walked through just now, I felt you."

  There was dead silence in the room, and no one answered.

"Pomegranate!"

   Jiang Xia simply broke the silence and said:

   "I know you are here, come out, let's talk."

   Still no reply.

  This made Jiang Xia frowned.

  This pomegranate, at this time, do you still want to hide and seek with him?

  These spirits are really stubborn.

   But this time, Jiang Xia really blamed pomegranate.

  It's not that it doesn't want to show up.

  But there is no way to show up at all.

   Jiang Xia took a break, and in the chip communication, he commanded four miners to search around the sandy town to catch the pomegranate hidden here.

  This small town is so big, the wasteland has no aura, and the pomegranate can't hide it at all.

  As a result, within a few minutes, Wang Ya, the leader of the four miners, had a weird look and sent something to Jiang Xia.

Pomegranate.

  To be precise, the pomegranate has become a stone statue.

  This little monster is still running.

   Two wings spread out behind him, spreading his wings and trying to fly, with a steel fork in his left paw, and his own red peach rune letter in his right paw. It seems to want to contact Taofuyuan.

  But it's a pity.

  No matter how powerful Taofuyuan is, it does not have the authority to enforce the law in the wasteland.

  The ugly face of Pomegranate still has a touch of humanized panic. It seems to feel that something terrible is about to come, but there is no alternative.

  The luster in its small red eyes has also dimmed.

  Originally a small marble gray monster, this will have completely turned into a grayish white like plaster.

  If Jiang Xia didn’t know the truth and saw the completely solidified stone statue in front of him, he would definitely think that it was a fantasy artwork describing a gargoyle.

However.

  The reality is obviously more cruel.

  The pomegranate, like its family of gargoyles in Western legends, has become a real stone. Jiang Xia reached out and touched it and started cold.

   is just like a real stone.

  But the pomegranate should not be dead yet.

   Jiang Xia could perceive that there was a faint, heartbeat-like vibration inside the stone statue.

  But it is also becoming weak.

  If he doesn't want to think of a way, the spirit born from pomegranate relying on aura is really afraid of dying in the wasteland, a world without aura.

   "Pomegranate, let me just say, you are really a gargoyle."

   Jiang Xia stroked the perfect gargoyle sculpture in his hand in a weird tone. He placed it on the alloy table, rubbed his chin, and looked at the thing in front of him.

  It was he who killed the innocent pomegranate like this.

   "But should I save you?"

  Jiang Xia frowned, there was an evil thought rising in her heart, or she would not be saved, anyway, pomegranate was involved in this accident, and she already knew his biggest secret.

  This simple mountain monster is also very ethical.

  I am very concerned about my work.

  If it goes back to report to Taofuyuan, saying that Jiang Xia can travel through the world without the star array.

  The little white mice that turned into a group of high-ranking monks are the best ending in Jiang Xia's life. Although they may not be sliced ​​and studied, it is obviously impossible to want freedom.

  But I saw the gun bag wrapped around Pomegranate, and two small pistols around his waist.

   Jiang Xia's eyes changed again.

  In all fairness, he still likes pomegranate, the little monster, and the inexplicable disappearance of the Taofuyuan originally sent to Fengshan to monitor it will definitely attract Taofuyuan's continued attention.

  This time, there is no such thing as Mr. Crow, who has great magical powers, to "handle" him again.

   Save it.

   Think of a way to let Pomegranate keep this secret.

  If it doesn’t work, just throw it in the wasteland and don’t let it go back.

  But the problem comes again.

  How to save?

  Jiang Xia grabbed his chin. He is not a monk, and he can't conjure aura out of thin air.

Um?

  Wrong!

   Reiki, he has!

  Jiang Xia took out her pocket, counted a few celestial coins from it, and put them in her hands to play with, isn't there a refined aura in this thing?

  But how can pomegranate keep a secret?

  He thought about it, his eyes finally stayed in his pocket.

  There is one thing there. He has obtained it for a long time, but he has never used it.

  The book of "Gong Laws" left to him by Mr. Crow, and the weird piece of parchment in the book of exercises.

   Jiang Xia thought for more than ten seconds, and then touched the stone statue of pomegranate in front of him. The beating in the stone statue became weaker and weaker.

  He must act immediately.

   "Pomegranate, I am saving you this time, you must be grateful."

  Jiang Xia drew a pistol, put it on the table, took out a pen from Roger's cabinet, spread the parchment on the table, and wrote a line of words.

  The handwriting just appeared, and it dissipated like ink.

  A few seconds later, a new line of handwriting appeared on the parchment in front of Jiang Xia's eyes.

   "What's the matter?"

  This is a response from Mr. Crow, a question across the world.

  The handwriting of this mysterious senior in the same trade is pretty pretty.

  (End of this chapter)