Pursuit of the Truth

He used the footsteps of the Montenegrin patriarch to help him find the reinforcements of the Montenegro, and in front of these people, he killed the Montenegrin patriarch with cruel means and killed his head. This move was deliberately curated by Su Ming. Zoomed in several times, in conjunction with his demon body at the full moon at the moment, immediately let his advantage, in an instant reached the ultimate.

Su Ming had to do this. His exhaustion was deep. Although he was nourished by the moonlight, he still had to kill the mountain marks. For this traitor who was now injured and fled into the jungle, Su Ming hated it.

How to accomplish all the goals under limited physical strength is the situation that Su Ming has to face now, so he will make these aggressive behaviors.

Especially the death of the great man who resembled the head of the Montenegro, let Su Ming’s behavior be dyed with a mystery. The horror represented by the word "Ban Man" made Su Ming’s move forward. The four reinforcements of Montenegro have lost their fighting spirit, and they will flee from here.

In fact, even if there is no big man who is similar to the head of the Montenegro, Su Ming will shock the people in the same way in the battle to achieve his goal.

In this small jungle gap, in the next time, the sound of whistling sounds mixed with the sound of desperation before death. For a long time, as the place slowly re-created silence, Su Ming dragged his body, step by step. Go out.

On his body, there were a few more wounds, especially one of them. It seems to be able to enter the bones. Under the moonlight, the blood no longer flows out, but the face of Su Ming is the same as the snow on the ground. , pale.

Behind him, there were four dead bodies, and their blood stained the snow on the ground, paying for the invasion of Montenegro.

In fact, the Montenegro Department at the moment has already regretted their miscalculation that Bird's Resistance has overestimated their power.

This kind of regret, in fact, in the traps in the jungle, they already have feelings, but they have already reached the level, and they are not ordered, they dare not retreat, only wrong.

However, there are still some Montenegrin tribes who have not died but are injured. In this killing, they were shocked by the death of the Toriyama Department. They did not continue to pursue and did not return to Montenegro, but scattered. In this jungle, I retreat from the ground and try to find an excuse for not to continue fighting.

The madness of the Wushan Department made them unforgettable.

Su Ming galloped here from inside, he gasped in accordance with the clues on the ground, in accordance with his tracking skills from less than the nature of the jungle, looking for mountain marks!

He wants to find this person, Dai Nansong, on behalf of the entire bird and mountain tribe, on behalf of all the familiar faces who died in the trap, ask why the mountain marks!

The roar of the sky is still going on, Su Ming knows that it is the Agong who sacrificed his life to sacrifice life, and the death of the Heishan Bito has been fighting with it and continues.

He used everything he could do to protect the safety of the people. Su Ming was silent, but the persistence and firmness in his eyes were not reduced.

In the forward direction, following the clues left by the mountain marks, Su Ming galloped and pursued. On this way, from inside, Su Ming saw a body, those bodies, all of which were selected on the way before leaving. People.

Looking at these people, Su Ming’s heart was deeply sad when he was sad. He walked by the corpse of that individual, and Su Ming’s footsteps stopped in the jungle in the distance.

In front of him is a big tree. Under the big tree, leaning against a young man, his hands are hanging down. On his right hand side, there is a bone made of cockroaches, which is damaged and dyed into a brown blood. , put a few of them like a cover.

Su Ming came to the front and looked at the dead Liu Di. His body was already stiff. The godless eyes looked at the sky. I don’t know what he was watching before he died. Perhaps, like the funeral song of the bird mountain, He was asking, the blue of the sky, whose gaze, the starry night of the night, who belongs to it.

Looking at Liu Di, Su Ming slowly squatted down, picked up the damage done by the bone, and put it in his arms.

He couldn't forget many nights, and in the quiet tribe he returned dàng to make him a little dissatisfied with the sound of derogatory songs, and even a few times, he wanted to find this guy, but he resisted.

But now, Su Ming closes his eyes, he really wants to go to listen to a loss of music, the people who can play, have already returned.

Su Ming, left.

With its speed, with countless silk threads dancing behind the moonlight, in this jungle, galloping toward the front, following the footprints of the mountain marks, Su Ming chased.

The footprint of the ground belongs to the mountain mark is very messy, which means that the mountain mark is not only seriously injured, but also its heart is also chaotic, so it will be in the escape, neglecting the cover.

Or perhaps, he did not expect that there would be such a small person who would pursue his death. Otherwise, the mountain is the head of the Bird Mountain Hunting Team. His familiarity with the jungle is no worse than Su Ming.

This pursuit, as time goes by, has continued, when the sky is completely late at night, the full moon is in the sky, its light reflects, the surrounding stars are fading, even the rolling fog in the sky roaring seems impossible. At the time of the cover, Su Ming went to the gully that had been drawn before the public to block the footsteps of the people who were hunting and killing in Montenegro. The light curtain was broken, no longer.

Here, Su Ming saw the bird pull, she lay there quietly, as if smiling.

Looking at the bird pull, Su Ming gently walked to the front, looking at his pale face in the pale, the ear seemed to appear before the bird pulled the words.

"You... is it?"

Standing by the body of the bird, after a long time, Su Ming fiercely lifted his foot and went out.

After passing through here, Su Ming came to the place where he killed Bi Su. The body of Bi Su has disappeared, apparently being taken away.

This road galloped, Su Ming saw a scene, let him re-review the tragic war of the tribal war, let him deeply remember the psychological, until he came to the place where his body trembled.

Here, it still belongs to the jungle. In front of Su Ming, he saw the flesh and blood of the ground. Only the pale hair on the ground, Lu let the old figure that Su Ming is familiar with, the devil, the ear, the ear Book mi official yy: 3943]

This place is where the old people in the tribe chose to stay after the tribe’s migration, just after leaving the trap. These old people are no longer there. The desolation of the wind blows across the earth, blowing up the snow on the ground, and some scattered white hair.

They asked Agong for something that could make his own flesh and blood explode. With their remnant life, in the past when the young man talked and laughed, the chasing troops in the Montenegro came, fearlessly laughing, and made a noise. The sound of screaming.

Su Ming is deeply worshipping this piece of blood. These ordinary middle-aged and old people, like the war dead, are respectful.

Silently raised his footsteps, Su Ming walked through the snow. On this road, he found the five arrows of the bird's head and placed them behind him. As he pursued, he came to the battle and died. The most place is the most tragic place. Here, it is the trap of the Montenegro.

Looking at the land of this trap, Su Ming’s murder of the mountain mark is even heavier.

There were many dead bodies on the ground, especially in front of the curtain, the dozens of young people who were lazy in the tribe, and they rushed out of the scene, making Su Ming’s heart seem to be hurting again.

He pursued the footprints of the mountain marks. The footprints told Su Ming that all he saw was that the mountain marks were fleeing and saw, and even in these places, the footprints of the mountain marks were obviously heavier. It seems that he has paused here.

"Mountain marks, where you are going... will there be...". "Su Ming murmured, God sè with complexity, when he was very young, the mountain marks are the head of the tribe's hunting, even with the female head, are the elders and strongs worshipped by the tribes of the Lasu.

The different xing grids of the two people make the female heads more liked by the Lasu, but the indifference of the mountain marks is also to let those Lasu people, while being afraid, can feel their shelter.

Perhaps, he had to be indifferent, as the leader of the hunting team, guarding the bird mountain, providing enough food, which made him spend a lot of time going out and killing with the beasts, seeing too many **** mountain marks, he may also have a smile. But this smile, often in the cheers of the people who have not enough food to starve to death, can appear in the face of the mountain marks hidden in the dark.

His smile, most of the people can not see.

Such a person, why should he betray the people, Su Ming in silence, walked through this trap, he no longer went to see the footprints of the ground, he has already guessed the mountain marks at the moment, where.

Walking through the trap before this, under the moonlight night, Su Ming turned into a red rainbow in front of the front. Gradually, as time passed, in front of Su Ming, there was a dark night, blurred outline.

There, there used to be laughter. There used to be happiness and beauty. Every night, there will be bonfires illuminating all around, there are dances of the tribes, and there are lassus playing in the night.

There, bearing the memory of Su Ming's sixteen years, but now, it is a bleak, broken, ruined.

There, they are the tribes of the birds and mountains.

In the moonlight, as Su Ming approached, he saw the tribal center where there was no gate. On the snow, in the mess of the land, there was a man who was there and was crying.

His crying was in this quiet night, very clear, back to dàng, the sorrow revealed in the cry, so that Su Ming's footsteps had a meal.

"This sadness, is it true..." Su Ming clenched his fist and walked firmly. As he approached, when he passed the broken tribal gate, he was far from the crying man. When Su Ming stopped.

He looked at the back of the man, listening to his painful crying, looking at the old home in front of him, Su Ming's heart, like a stabbing pain.

"why!"

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