forest country

The National Assembly Hall of Yar.

The marble floor is empty and clean, and the stone pillars are carved with reliefs of branches. Numerous branches are intertwined with each other, and different kinds of flowers are blooming at the intersections. A swooping giant eagle is carved on the oval ceiling in the center. It rushed out from the ceiling, with fierce eyes, a huge eagle mouth slightly opened, and the upper mouth was hook-shaped.

Under the giant eagle, there was a large round table in the middle, surrounded by thirteen chairs, and twelve people were seated in total.

Four of them were in a daze of boredom or dozed off with their heads down.The other eight were divided into two factions of four and four, and they were arguing furiously.

"Have you seriously calculated our financial situation? The finances have been tight, especially in that place where the annual expenditure is huge, and the profits there are not enough to offset the expenditure." A white-haired old man with one sided eyes looked Starting with the document in his hand, ignoring the surrounding noises that were far louder than his, he said slowly, "Is there really a need for such a place to exist?"

A red-haired woman opposite him raised her eyebrows and said loudly: "Then you can't just erase them cruelly, it's a moral issue! I strongly oppose it!"

The old man looked up: "Oh, then you pay for these expenses."

The red-haired woman raised her chin: "This has already contained the annual expenditure of our Longyahua family, up to one-tenth of the total amount of materials and money, and it has lasted for 50 years, and I promise it will continue go down."

The old man flipped through the documents and continued to speak slowly: "You use only one-tenth of the money to occupy two days of polluted land every seven days. This deal is really a bargain. I'm afraid you can earn more from it than the country. How many."

"This is slander—" the red-haired woman stood up straight away, pointing at the old man opposite, "You spitting blood."

"Okay, okay, stop arguing, everyone, we came to the meeting to discuss this matter, don't be in a hurry." A young man who looked rather kind, smiled and tried to persuade them to fight.

The old man's single-sided glasses flashed, and he tilted him: "Don't be a good old man, your family A resells the scrapped or expired machinery every year, and resells them as second-hand prosthetics to monopolize sales there. I am afraid that you will earn more. Would you like to read a bit of your financial statements?"

"Ah, ah." The man kept smiling, "This is our company's confidential document, can you tell me where it came from? You decide the price."

The old man continued to sarcastically, while the red-haired woman was dragged by two people so as not to overturn the table and beat her.

"Snapped!"

The abbot of the meeting in the middle of the round table slapped a document he had just received on the table. The harsh sound made the whole hall instantly quiet, and even the two dozing people woke up suddenly.

"Who approved the bombing attack! Who! Stand up!" Clark shouted angrily.

As soon as he finished speaking, another person on his left immediately stood up, which surprised Clark.

"Stu, you approved?!"

"You guys have been arguing for so long, and I'm tired of having meetings every day, so I ordered a round of bombing." Stu looked at his watch with a straight face, and said, "Well, the return flight should have stopped now, and we can adjourn the meeting Yet."

Clark was so angry that he sat back on the chair weakly, and he spoke after a while.

"The meeting..."

Before leaving, Stu looked at the only vacant seat in the round table and suggested to Clark: "As long as you find No. 13, every vote will no longer be tied six to six."

Clark, who was still angry, didn't even want to look at Stu, covering his face and talking to himself.

"You think I don't want to find No.13."

Not only to find the No.13 person, but also to find a No.13 person whose position is consistent with your own.

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City of Storms, the Land of Pollution.

Senior stood guard in front of Shui Ze and looked around. The Pagoda Master Edmund was crushed to death by the mud monster, and Meg, the Pagoda Master of the Southern Wilderness, had already taken advantage of the chaos and fled.The explosion has stopped, and the aircraft in the sky have disappeared. It seems that there will be no next wave of bombs falling.

Now we just need to wait for Mizusawa's treatment to end. Senior looked at Mizusawa separated by a layer of white light. He had stopped the bleeding and the wound was healing.

Senior heaved a sigh of relief, and his body swayed. Fortunately, he stabilized his figure with a big sword in time.

The body of the great sword trembled, and it could no longer maintain its original shape. The outer layer began to peel off from top to bottom. More than a dozen fragments of different sizes fell to the ground one after another, and the body of the sword also shrunk to its normal size. It can't be deformed anymore.Senior touched the blade of the sword reluctantly. This sword has been with him for many years. Is it the end of its lifespan now?

At this moment, at the moment when Senior relaxed his vigilance the most.

A burst of thrust came suddenly!Push Senior and rush towards the swamp ahead!

Senior's eyes widened, and he didn't have time to react. He could only see a black shadow behind him from the corner of his eye, and then he was pushed into the swamp mud by this force.When I realized it again, my feet were already deep in the mud!

In front of him was a short man in a black robe, wearing a black mask, he couldn't see his face clearly. He had been lying in ambush for a long time, and he didn't even show up when Edmund was attacked by the mud monster. What he was waiting for was this moment!

He used his No.3 city reward from the last battle, a small foot thruster, not only to quickly and violently push Senior into the mud, but also to get himself out safely so that he would not fall into the same crisis.

Now he will quickly retreat as soon as he hits his hand, and lift his feet slightly, using this action to adjust the direction of the propeller to push it upwards, so that he can return to the ground safely and become the biggest winner in this attack!

"Hahahahaha-"

But before his laughter ended, Senior grabbed his right ankle violently!

"Just let go!"

Jere kicked down hard, and he watched in disbelief that Senior was able to hold himself wearing the thruster with just his arms.

The flames ejected from the thrusters on the soles of Jieer's feet scorched Senior's arm, and there was a burning smell in the air. The artificial skin on the surface of Senior's arm was scorched. Not only that, but the prosthetic limb under the skin was also baked out by high temperature. A piece of red!

"caught you!"

Senior raised the corners of his mouth and continued to pull Jieer down. This was a fight between him and the power of the thrusters under Jieer's feet. If he lost, it would be like sending the unsuspecting Mizusawa to Jieer.But because of this strength, he also accelerated the speed of sinking into the mud under his feet, and the mud was almost over his calf at this time!

Jieer felt that he was also sinking with Senior, and he continued to increase the level of the thruster to the maximum level in horror. At the same time, he let the flames sprayed by the thruster under his left foot also burn the place where Senior grabbed his ankle. One hand, I want Senior to let it go automatically because he can't stand the high temperature, the nervous system on the prosthesis will clearly transmit the heat of this high temperature burning to Senior, and he can leave when he can't bear to let go !

The prosthetic limb on the arm was burned red by the extremely high temperature of the flames, and the surface even showed signs of melting, but the hand holding the ankle did not intend to relax at all.

"Are you a monster! Can't you even feel pain!"

Jere was dragged down a little bit, and roared in despair and anger.

Senior laughed lightly, he plunged the sword into the mud with his left hand, pressed on the hilt of the sword for strength, shouted, and swung Jieer into the swamp with all his strength!

Jieer watched in horror as he turned his eyes and fell headfirst into the black mud. A few drops were sprayed in his mouth, and then his back and thighs also felt severe corrosion pain at this moment. He struggled with both arms, trying to escape from the swamp, but the propellers still breathing fire under his feet even sent him a little deeper, greatly speeding up his sinking and contact with the black mud.

Soon, his whole body was corroded to varying degrees, and gradually he lost his struggle, and completely sank into the swamp, disappearing without a trace.

Senior hangs down his scrapped right arm, he is not much better than Jieer now, he can no longer feel the existence of his legs, they are probably almost corroded, and his body has sunk to the waist. The top of the head is just a matter of minutes.

Senior looked at Mizusawa not far away, feeling a little sad.

He has just understood what this kind of emotion that has been bothering him and making him erratic, has not had time to say sorry, say that he likes you...

Are you going to die?

Very unwilling.

Don't want to die.

Never have I longed for life so much...

Obviously the distance between him and Mizusawa was only tens of meters, but at this moment he couldn't even get closer by a centimeter.

This short life quickly flashed through Senior's mind, bright and dark, mottled light and shadow, all the past is like a cloud of smoke, and dissipated after passing by, only the short time with Mizusawa, it seems to be engraved deeply In the bones, the colors are gorgeous and extremely sweet.

It seems that the previous decades were spent waiting for this person...

Mizusawa felt a throbbing, and suddenly opened his eyes.

Although he fell into a semi-sleeping state due to the treatment, his body and eyes could not move, but his ears could hear voices, battles and explosions, as well as the sound of Senior standing by his side and inserting his sword into the ground just now.

Mizusawa sat up quickly, looked around through the half-dome, and suddenly saw Senior who was deep in the swamp in the distance, with only half of his body left!

"Senior!"

Mizusawa immediately got up and ran towards Senior, the process of the mask was also interrupted because the treatment target left, and the light inside immediately went out, turning into the same spherical shape as before.

"What should I do...to save you..."

Mizusawa knelt on the edge of the swamp, panicked, and there was nothing useful around him, his mind went blank.

Senior's consciousness had begun to blur, and he seemed to see Mizusawa running towards him in a trance.

Great, is this a benefit before death?

"do not forget me."

Mizusawa heard Senior say softly.