Fang Zhou, why do people say I am a succubus?

The oars flew forward, heading towards the huge water.

……

"Leader, you are here."

Chen Zhou, who was standing on the city wall in a daze, looked back and saw his personal guard Corleone rushing over with a big box in his arms, and behind him were the three Ghost Sharks who had just finished shopping.

"What's the matter?" He glanced at the box that was taller than a man.

Corleone carefully placed the box on the ground. He was so tired that he kept wiping the sweat off his face.

"Mr. Chen Zhou, this is the weapon you commissioned me to customize."

Skadi walked forward, easily lifted the large box horizontally with one hand, and with a simple slap of her other hand, the box door was directly slapped away by her.

Corleone silently put the handkerchief back into his suit pocket.

"This weapon was forged by a famous craftsman named RemBitto, the same one that Shark used. It has three forms."

As she spoke, Skadi reached out and took it out, revealing a black circular saw that shone with a dazzling cold light.

This circular saw is handsome, with pure black streamlines running down the saw body. Below the handle is a compound jab saw with a mechanical aesthetic, combining power and beauty. Moving up the handle is a lance structure fused into a flame pattern.

"It's the buzz saw of the norm."

Skadi explained, then twisted her fingers.

The gears rubbed and rolled against each other, the saw blades and spikes reorganized and deformed, and in a moment, the circular saw turned into a mechanical square hammer with smooth lines.

"As expected of a famous RIM Billiton master!"

Chen Zhou's bad mood changed little by little.

His eyes became brighter and brighter, as if flashing with light, and a little crazy.

It seemed as if I saw the scene of a square hammer smashing the head.

"This is the warhammer form."

After saying that, Skadi twisted her little hands again.

This time the weapon changes are even bigger. The warhammer stretches and contracts rhythmically, changing continuously from top to bottom.

Finally it turned into a blood-thirsty Grim Reaper's scythe.

"This is the final sickle form." After explaining, Skadi grasped the hilt and handed the weapon to Chen Zhou.

A buzzsaw, a hammer, and a sickle—that's all this weapon has in its various forms.

Chen Zhou glanced at the sickle and imagined the weapon active on the battlefield.

Cut off their heads and chop up their bones!

Knock on their lives, knock on their graves!

Not only is he a battle commander, but even if he is painted on a military flag, it is guarded by a crossed sickle and hammer, with a huge circular saw standing in the center.

Boom!

Chen Zhou swung his hand casually, and the sound of the hammer shaking the ground was dull and long.

Looking down, a big hole appeared on the steel wall, and the effect was very obvious.

"How about it, this weapon is pretty good, right?" Skadi said with a proud look, as if waiting for everyone's praise.

Chen Zhou did not answer, but just looked at the hammer-shaped weapon as if he was looking at a priceless treasure.

After a long while, he finally responded, "Well done, there's a reward. I'll cover all your expenses in the floating city from now on."

Hearing this, Skadi excitedly shook Golletia's hand and said, "Let's go eat!"

Mr. Chen paid for all the expenses these days.

……

While Chen Zhou was rushing towards Jushui City in full swing.

The band Sunset Eternity, far away in Iberia, finally finished recording the song "Searching for the Wind of Tara".

As a long-established band in Terra, Sunset's new single was quickly sold out in Iberia upon release.

The new single sold like hotcakes, naturally attracting a lot of reviews from music critics.

The editor-in-chief of the famous music newspaper "Terra Art" praised:

This song has a touching melody, a tone that urges tears as the sunset fades, and sad lyrics that describe the orphans of war, making people realize the incredibleness of life and death.

In addition to the praise from authoritative music newspapers, many major newspapers and magazines also jumped on the bandwagon, promoting the impressive sales of "The Wind of Tara" in major cities.

At the same time, the song's influence gradually expanded to neighboring countries, the first place to be affected was the nearest Rutland.

As we all know, the Laterans have always been a group that loves to watch fun and join in the fun.

At the beginning of summer, the record shelves in Rutland Record Store were already filled with "The Wind of Tara." Music enthusiasts from all walks of life picked up the record and walked to the front desk to buy it...

This song successfully defeated the Lateran music of the time. Even Pope Evangelista XI, the old man who looked very much like Grandpa Fried Chicken, was silent for a long time after listening to this song.

Has the situation of the Tara people become so serious?

At this moment, Cardinal Lateran, Valerie, with purple hair and wearing a solemn black clerical robe, walked into the balcony with a serious expression.

“The Pope.”

"What is it, Valerie?"

The female cardinal took out a newspaper with her fingers wrapped in leather gloves and placed it in front of the Kentucky Fried Chicken.

"A serious humanitarian crisis has occurred in Hill County. The Victorian garrison launched illegally modified Originium dirty bombs at the local Tara residents."

The Pope glanced at the unfamiliar newspaper called 'Terra Times', then lowered his gaze to the main text.

Then, a kind and philosophical face became increasingly gloomy.

He pinched his long braid and said, "Send the executors to hold them accountable."

“Your Holiness, now it’s no longer a question of whether to send executors or not…” Valerie’s face looked very ugly.

"why?"

"Because of the popularity of 'The Winds of Tara,' the citizens of Rutland, upon hearing the news of the massacre, went berserk. Many, armed with rifles, were ready to head to Victoria to eradicate evil and uphold justice... The public outcry couldn't be suppressed!"

Hearing this, the Pope sat up straight. "Give the order to let the people return. The Lateran will send more cavalry and musketeers to punish them."

After a pause, he continued, "If Victoria's oppression of the Tara people is true, Rutland... will consider withdrawing all religious personnel from Victoria."

This time, Valerie was really shocked.

As we all know, the official religion of Victoria is Lateranism.

If the religion is withdrawn, it would be like pointing at Victoria's nose and saying to other countries: Look, these are uncivilized barbarians.

Although it was a tactic that hurt the enemy by a thousand and hurt yourself by eight hundred, it could deal an extremely effective political blow to Victoria.

I can only say that the timing was too coincidental.

On one side was the song of the Tara people that shocked the nations, and on the other side was the horrific genocide. The two were like dry wood meeting a raging fire, instantly igniting the wrath of the simple-minded Lateran.

Following the Pope's order, a large team of convicts consisting of messengers, executioners and musketeers headed to the Tara area of ​​Victoria.

……

A beach somewhere in Iberia.

Two sea bass were sitting quietly on a dead tree trunk on the shore, listening to the melodious cello music.

Opposite Haisi, Arturo, with long straight black hair and shiny black stockings on his feet, turned the bow three times on his fingers, like a beautiful flowing line pulled by an embroidered sword, with graceful melody flowing from it.

The song ends.

Arturo put away his bow, looked at the two special audiences in front of him with a smile, and bowed gracefully.

Then, as if talking to himself, he said, "Thank you for listening. Unfortunately, I can't hear the melody in your hearts."

She opened her bag and put the cello inside.

At the same time, he patiently folded a newspaper deep in his bag and put it back in his pocket. He touched the record in his side pocket and turned to leave.

She didn't find the 'real thing' she was looking for in other people, or even other species.

But that man, the man who keeps changing Terra, should have what he wants.

The leader of the Reunion Movement, the leader of the Tower Liberation Array, the lord of the floating city, the founder of Terra Times, and the composer of the lyrics and music of Seeking the Wind of Tara - Chen Zhou!

I will definitely find you and dedicate a song to you.

Chapter 17: The Sky's Shameless Pants

Jushui City.

Internet celebrity 'Victoria Research Association' sat in front of the computer screen, looking at the revenue from the video with satisfaction.

Because I received a big order last time, the price given by the client was extremely high, and I made it seriously, so the video received very good response.

The good thing about Jushui City is that there are no Tara people in the city. As long as you hold on to the thighs of those above you, you will never have to worry about having no food to eat.

He glanced at the date and muttered to himself, "It's time to update again, and I haven't received Guangzi's update yet..."

At this moment, there was a knock on the room door.

He got up and went over to find a letter stuffed through the crack in the door.

He picked up the envelope, opened it and found that someone had asked him to go to the coffee shop to discuss making a video.

Another order has arrived, brothers.

After tidying up his unshaven face, putting on a suit and a top hat, he hurried to the meeting place.

"Victoria Research Association?" In the coffee shop, the female Filin crossed her legs and glanced at him coldly.

This film is still very beautiful. She is wearing a black and white strapless dress, a black diamond and pearl inlaid handbag, and sparkling Piaget jewelry. All the clothes and accessories on her body look very high-end and expensive.

Big V had received many business orders from aristocrats, and he could tell at a glance that this woman was extraordinary... and had a deep-seated contempt for him.

Sitting in front of Mandela, the big V suddenly felt ashamed.

Mandela threw a copy of the Terra Times in front of him and said coldly, "The situation has changed. The Tara people have risen up and published a video praising the Tara people."

He was stunned and frowned, "You know, all my fans are..."

Mandela scolded, "You can't even do purification, so why would you want to be a video blogger? The Count only values ​​your fame. If you don't do it, there are plenty of people who will do it."

"Blowing Tara people? You got the wrong guy! I won't take this order."

"The reward is 10,000 Victoria gold coins. Are you sure you don't want to take it?" Mandela pushed the contract over with a playful tone.

The silence from the video bloggers was deafening.

The wind has changed, and it seems that the people above are preparing to change the policy.

As a pure-blooded Victorian, I wanted to loudly denounce the aristocracy's wavering stance, but the price the aristocracy offered this time was...

It’s a hundred times more than last time!

This time we can really close the store for three years and then make enough money to last for three years after we open.

"It has nothing to do with money. It's mainly about maintaining national unity. It's our duty." The blogger was so happy that his mouth was almost grinning from ear to ear.

"I'll only give you two days."

"I must satisfy the sponsor!"

The contempt on Mandela's face became even more intense.

She didn't bother to look at the blogger again and left the cafe.

Two days, why should she wait for two days?

Where have the Tower Jiezhen warriors gone?

Where is Chen Zhou?

#Chen Zhou status#