Fantasy: My mythical beasts all rely on synthesis

Meng Qing didn't care, for the No. 30 mine, he was just a small character if nothing, if a large number of true gods attacked, he didn't have to make a move, if a small number of true gods attacked, he didn't have to make a move!

It was one evening, Meng Qing looked at the gradually sinking sunset and the icy air, sighed, and couldn't help thinking: "Actually, life is not bad now!" It's a pity that I can't stay longer, and I have to find Su Zhenyi's old Turtle Sun to take revenge! And Su Pu!

As soon as he thought of this, the corners of his unconsciously mouth rose slightly, and Fang Cai's still somewhat depressed mood suddenly improved a lot, and it was time to leave here!

"Come on!" Meng Qing cheered himself up, and then took a step towards the reserve.

The guards guarding there greeted him when he was still dozens of feet away from the reserve, and said in a low voice: "Elder Meng, you are here!" "

Today's guard is a middle-aged man with a solid face and a thick armor that cannot hide the fat in his belly, and his expression is respectful with a little flattery, as if what stands in front of him is not a person, but an opportunity for promotion.

"What's the change today? What about the guard the other day? Meng Qing asked, this is not that he has any prejudice against this person, but after getting used to his followers, he naturally has to ask more.

"It's not that the recent off-duty is relatively early, Xiao Chen went to patrol around the mine, and now that the mine owner has left, he naturally has to strengthen his defense." The middle-aged man said quickly.

Meng Qing nodded, and then asked,

"Who are you today?" Speaking of which, the difficulty of interrogation should have been reduced a lot in the past few days, right? The

middle-aged man said seriously: "They are all some difficult old bones, which are less difficult for sinners who are new here, but those old fried sticks have become hob meat, and they are all masters who do not shed tears without seeing the coffin."

"Is that so?" Is the Hound ready? Meng Qing followed the guards into the cell.

"Of course."

It was still the hunting dog from the previous days, and every time after the latter, Meng Qing casually helped it recover to the peak with the method of immortality, after all, this was specially bred in the mine, and naturally could not be abused.

Three people in a row, all confessed under the crazy output of the hound.

When he reached the fourth man, before he approached the cell, he heard a low roar, accompanied by the sound of electricity.

Seeing that he was puzzled, the guard pushed open the door

and said: "This person was just arrested a few days ago, and it is said that he is suspected of being a strong girl underage girls outside, and has spoiled a lot of girls, but because the beast is an electric eel, those who approach will be shocked, so few people can get close, so they have to lock him up here first."

The two entered it, and the first thing that caught Meng Qing's eyes was a short silver-gray hair, this person was dressed in a prison clothes that should have been white at this time, and he could no longer see the original color, his head was lowered, and the specific face could not be seen under the dim vision.

Meng Qing came with a hint of interest and asked more:

"What did this person do before?"

"Oh! is a rapper of a certain art selling organization, because the beast is an electric eel, there will be radio wave scattering when singing, can help some martial artists who practice thunder attribute exercises to increase their cultivation, I heard that this person was good before, and he also accumulated a group of fans, it is simply where to go.

A few days ago, I heard that this person had been arrested for committing a crime, and those brain-dead fans also secretly formed an alliance to say that they wanted to rob the court. The middle-aged man said disdainfully.

"Is there such a thing? And what about later? Meng Qing asked again.

"It's just a bunch of brain-dead mouths, I can't wait for him to come!" It just so happens that the female miner is short of manpower, by the way, it's funny to say, of course, there is a person who claims to be a fan of him who said that if this person is sent to mine, he will join other forces, and he also claims to be a genius pseudo-god, and wants me to lose talent in the God of War Palace!

"The high-level didn't bother to pay attention to these fleas, but some curious people wanted to know where this genius was, so they went to investigate, but found that the person was just a small fabric shop worker who only opened up five holes."

Meng Qing was surprised, there are really many talents!

"It's normal, the Far North War God Palace is such a large size, you can't expect everyone to be normal, the forest is big and there are all kinds of birds." Meng Qing concluded.

"That's not it, in fact, I still expect that person to go to other forces, and all the other forces are Huo Huo!" The middle-aged man said again.

Next, he began to talk about it, such as how invincible the God of War Palace is, although it is not the strongest, it has been getting stronger rapidly, and no one has dared to take the initiative to start a war for so many years.

Meng Qing was stunned when he heard this, and it took him a long time before he asked

, "I would venture to ask you a question, how many years have you been a guard here?"

The man said without hesitation: "For more than a hundred years, there are not many older than me in the entire No. 30 mine. "

No wonder!

Meng Qingxin said, talking to this person made him return to his previous life in a trance, and it was too right compared to the feeling when the taxi driver bragged!

Immediately afterwards, he did not rush to let the hound go first, but let the guards around him take some bamboo sticks.

The guard said curiously: "The subordinate dares to ask, what do you want the bamboo skewer to do?" We even tried the steel fork and couldn't get this person.

Meng Qing cast his pupil technique again and gently moved the light.

The person on the opposite side suddenly stood up and looked at Meng Qing like a dream, his face full of shock.

"Reach out."

When the order was given, the man suddenly raised his hand, and his fingers were separated.

"What do you want to do to me? My body... Impossible, what kind of magic is this? The person on the other side panicked.

Meng Qing was silent, and inserted all those bamboo skewers between the fingernails of this person and between his fingers.

A scream came, a hole appeared in the sky, and when the electric eel flashing with thunder light was about to rush out and bombard, Meng Qing scolded: "Go back!" The

cave sky was closed, and the thunder light converged, but the screams became louder and louder.

I said! I say...... I said I said... I say I say I say! I said..." The silver-gray heavenly god was afraid, and quickly shouted, he shouted extremely fast, and even had a sense of melody.

The corners of Meng Qing's mouth rose: "Since you like aggression so much, then taste the feeling of being violated!"

Then he made the man lie down and put the hound, which was constantly moving on one side, into the large net, and slightly flicked the gray light, and the latter rushed out and began to do what he loved to do again.

Although the guards outside the door didn't see what was happening, just hearing the latter begging for mercy so quickly, they decided that Meng Qing was really powerful!

Half an hour later, Meng Qing led the hunting dog that was still intact and walked out, gave the bamboo sticks that were still stained with blood to the guards, brought out a string of addresses by the way, and finally patted him on the shoulder:

"This trick, which can quote scriptures, is called the punishment of signing the li, which begins under the bamboo!"

When he went to the other cells, a terrified cry immediately sounded: "Silence, Meng Ritian is here!" The

corner of Meng Qing's mouth tugged, which bastard who killed a thousand knives gave the name of the bastard?

He patrolled one by one, working overtime until midnight before stopping, in exchange for peace in the cell and nearly four hundred holy medicines!