Bright Era

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In Yingang’s unbelievable gaze, countless cyan rays of hair thickness spurted from Lin Qi’s fingertips, with a calming breath, lightly falling on him, from him. Hundreds of important air pockets in the body got into the body.

Suffering numbness, itchiness, Yingang's skin was squirming, and the painful nerves he had transformed with secret methods were quickly restored. Wherever the cyan streamer went, all the injuries and abnormalities in Yingang's body were repaired as before. Even the big scars on his body that looked like a twisted centipede were driven away by the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, leaving his skin smooth and delicate.

"That's it!" Lin Qi rubbed his hands vigorously. He smiled and nodded to the four brothers, the brothers peeling the skin, knocking the bone and sucking the marrow, "Now, it's up to you!"

The four brothers squatted beside Yin Gang, gently pressed his amazing elastic skin, and then smiled with satisfaction. Because Yin Gang was gently pressed by them, as if an ordinary person was hit by dozens of sledgehammers. The pain made his internal organs twitch, and the pain made his tears run down the corners of his eyes uncontrollably. Billowing down.

The god-forbidden medicine has begun to exert its powerful effects. Yin Gang's body has become extremely sensitive. Even if a strand of hair falls on him, it will have the effect of cutting his skin with the knife, causing him pain to the soul. Split.

Lin Qi nodded, and he sat back on the tall stool so that Yin Gang could look at each other without raising his head too hard. Lin Qi looked at Yingang’s angry eyes and chuckled softly: “When you can’t stand it, just speak up. They are the most sophisticated punishment masters in the Blood Qin Empire. I think there are no creatures in this world that can. Can survive their methods."

Within the city of Berrely, the various forces are about to move, preparing to pursue the person behind the Hydra token in Iseta's hand.

Wright Chenxi calmly issued an order to summon Mr. Mo through the Holy Light I. At the same time, the church's other major temples also mobilized a group of high-ranking clergymen with amazing combat capabilities, sneaked into Berrily, and unified under the command of Wright Chenxi.

But Mr. Mo was still in the manor in the northern suburbs, smiling and personally arranging Etrice's food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Although the terrible enemy successfully led the spear to him, with Yin Gang to clean the traces, he didn't have to worry about any mistakes. Only Mr. Mo knows how powerful Yingang is, and the person who can unknowingly treat Yingang should not have been born yet.

So after dispatching Yin Gang, all of Mr. Mo’s attention and all care were placed on Etreis. He carefully arranged every little detail of Etreis’s life and issued dozens of orders at the same time. All the intelligence system of the Hermit Society of Mount Que was moved to the army of the Prince of North Sea who was mobilizing. There are also some eyes, ears and eyes that have infiltrated Arthur's army, following their pioneers through a secret channel in the Northeast'Highland' and embarking on a journey to the Fourth Abyss.

With a kind smile, Mr. Mo gestured a beautiful long dress on Etress's body: "Dear Etress, it just so happens that Arthur's army is also going to the fourth abyss. Then, father He will arrange everything for you. You just need to follow his army into the Fourth Abyss, find some little mice hidden underground, and kill them all!"

Etreis was curiously playing with a cute plump pet rabbit. Hearing Mr. Mo’s instructions, her porcelain doll was as exquisite, but there was a wicked smile on her face that was not angry. Then a gray halo flashed across her fingertips, and the cute rabbit suddenly exploded into a cloud of blood sprayed. The blood mist sprayed Mr. Mo's all over, but Etrice had no blood stains on her body.

"Oh, ha ha ha ha!" Mr. Mo slapped Etrice's head lovingly, and he laughed in a low voice: "Cute little guy, my dear! You still can't control your power well? It’s okay. You just woke up. This is a normal thing. After a while, you will be able to live like normal people!"

Gently stroking Etrice's head, Mr. Mo secretly calculated.

The most important thing now is to let those difficult members of the Black Tiger family disappear forever. Since they were able to escape from the Fourth Abyss after spatial positioning, it can be seen that their lair is near the place where they escaped. They never dreamed that the tentacles of the church, which is equivalent to the tentacles of Mr. Mo, have sneaked into the fourth abyss, right?

When the tyrannical force that Mr. Etrid had secretly cultivated over the years appeared in front of the Black Tiger family, everything should be over.

"Where did you get the confidence to embarrass me?" Mr. Mo sighed softly, "I really don't understand. In the Western Continent, why do you oppose me? Since you have chosen to be my enemy, then I only have Destroyed you completely!"

With a relaxed smile, Mr. Mo began to attack the current helm of the Black Tiger family: "An unwise man. For the young people of a family, this kind of chess piece that can be given up at any time, unexpectedly chose to be my enemy. One. A family that doesn't know the exchange of benefits, a family that advances impulsively, a family that thinks that force can solve all problems, such a family does not need to continue to exist."

Consciously having laid a fatal blow to the Black Tiger family, Mr. Mo was in a good mood, and he began to plan for Iseta.

Iseta, the best carrier for Mr. Mo to test various new secret medicines. It is Mr. Mo who used countless resources and spent countless secret medicines to turn Iseta into a nearly perfect all-attribute magic. The elemental fit body can safely withstand all the strange secret medicines of Mr. Mo, no matter how much Mr. Mo toss, these secret medicines will not cause much damage to his body.

For a grandmaster-level figure of the Enlightenment of the Gods, such a test drug object is rare. Therefore, since Iseta has been involved in the purple keel bismuth matter, he is not suitable to stay in Berrily.

Perhaps, after making certain adjustments to his appearance, he can be sent to the south? Let Iseta blend into the core of the resistance and become Latus's powerful arm? In this case, if Latus really re-planted Saint Louis XIII to the throne, then the Hermit of Queshan would still maintain a strong influence in the Gaul Emperor.

It's nothing more than a change of name and identity.

"That's good, the Black Tiger family helped me make the best choice!" Mr. Mo smiled triumphantly: "Iseta stayed in Berlay, just wasting his talents, let him go to the south, let him He goes to the resistance army, this is the best way."

Etrice looked at Mr. Mo with a little unpleasantness. She raised a pair of boots made of fawn leather, and pointed at a string of fine white beads on the boots with a frown. Etrice hates white pearls, and she wants to change this string of beads to black.

Mr. Mo put aside all the thoughts in his mind, and accompanied the smiling face with a smile, helping Etrez to solve these trivial but extremely important problems for the little girl. Even if Etreis had the most powerful power, in the eyes of Mr. Mo, she was still the dying daughter who was lying in the baby.

Mr. Mo’s attention was so distracted that he did not notice that Ginoka’s time has been too long since he had left. It was long enough for him to send Iseta to a safe secret cave, and then count back and forth from Berlay Ten back and forth.

He even ignored Berrely’s intelligence system. Those eyeliners who belonged to Berrely should have reported to him about the whereabouts of Iseta and the confession of Graham two hours ago. But under the concealment of interested people, and under the full blockade of a large group of powerful forces in the Western Continent, the connection between Mr. Mo and Berrily was severed.

In the underground hall of the big island in the southern waters of Vias, Lin Qi sits on a high stool, watching the bones and slowly using a special awl to carve the crystal clear ribs like crystal glaze. A statue of the **** of justice refereeing the dispute between Li and the people appeared. The awl and bones collided with each other and made a crisp sound. The originally tall and majestic Yingang had shrunk a lot at this moment, his face became extremely haggard, and he looked hundreds of years old.

Yin Gang looked at Lin Qi desperately. He was weak and angrily howled: "Give me a death like a hero!"

Lin Qi raised Erlang's legs, he drank a big cigar, and sneered slightly: "The Black Tiger family has been pirates for generations. Have you ever heard of heroes among pirates? You believe in the **** of justice, even your brains. The son is broken? Dear Mr. Yingang, you should tell me a little bit of information that interests me, otherwise, I think you will die alive."

Suzui smiled and raised his head. He gently said, "Master, he will never die in pain. As long as we don't want him to die, he will never die."

Sucking laughed very quietly, as quiet as a 28-year-old girl, even showing the tenderness of motherhood. But his hands were doing an extremely terrible thing. He cracked Yin Gang's skin thinly, turning these thin skin into a delicate braid.

Watching his body twist and deform under the hands of these four demon-like young men, Yin Gang's spirit finally collapsed.

Mr. Mo's magic prohibition in Yingang's soul can prevent external forces from attacking Yingang's soul, but it cannot prevent Yingang's mental breakdown and confession.

"Teacher's secret stronghold... I know all the secret strongholds of the Queshan Hermit Society, including all the secret vaults of the Queshan Hermit Society!"

Yin Gang wailed in pain: "I said, I said everything. Let me die, let me die quietly!"

Betraying his teacher, this pain caused Yin Gang to completely lose all the motivation to survive.

Lin Qi smiled and nodded, then jumped off the high stool and stuffed a cigar into Yin Gang's mouth.

"Take a sip, this thing can relieve the pain. Speak slowly, we are not in a hurry!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is My biggest motivation.)

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