Chapter 87： Treasure map

Killed the two pockmarks, and the nightingale pulled the body of the two pocks toward the inside.

"You wait, I will kill you with a big head, don't make a noise." The nightingale said to the woman on the wooden pillar.

At this time, the nightingale did not dare to let go of the woman. He was worried that the woman who had been tortured was emotional. When she went out, she would run worse when she ran. As for the shouting, this night, I don’t worry, this woman is not much. The strength, even if the woman shouted, the other mountains would think that the second home is doing what, do not care, and will not come in.

The nightingale took out the spirits given by the two uncles of the oxen, holding a jar in one hand and carrying the barbecue. The other hand went to the stone house with an altar and walked toward the room where Huang Jun was.

"What are you doing?" The guards in front of Huang Junshi’s house stopped the nightingale.

"The second home said that this is a good wine, let me send it to the big master." The nightingale said.

I glanced at the night, and the mountain with a big beard and a forehead with a knife made the night come in.

"The second child asked you to give me a good wine, open! I look at what is good wine." Huang Jun originally thought about closing his eyes, but he heard the conversation at the door.

The nightingale put the barbecue on the table in front of Huang Jun, and then opened the wine jar. The blue blood wine is the most powerful, but the night can not bear, and now the uncle of the uncle of the cow is very distressed.

"Hey! It smells good." The nightingale just poured out a bowl of wine, and Huang Jun couldn't wait to pick it up and drink it.

Watching Huang Jun finish a bowl, the nightingale then poured wine.

Huang Jun even drank three bowls, "Xunzi, come in and drink."

The bearded man standing at the door came in, and the nightingale gave him a bowl.

"Thank you for being a big master." The scorpion picked up the bowl and drank a bowl of wine. The hawthorns were all good wines. Every year, they needed blood to drink a strong spirit to anesthetize nervous emotions.

"Continue to pour the wine." Huang Jun drank hard and let the nightingale continue to pour.

Looking at the two of you a bowl, I have a bowl, the nightingale is a little distressed, this wine is only available in the uncle of the cow, so drinking, the two jars certainly can not be left.

For a moment, a jar of wine was light, and Huang Jue and Xunzi were also drunk.

"What is your ink?" Continue to pour the wine, without waiting for Huang Jun to speak, the scorpion will open, and his wine will come up.

However, when the second altar was left a little and a half, Huang Jue and the nephew had fallen down. It was not that they were not alert because their strongholds were safe. They did not say that many people were on the whistle, that is, they did not show their whistle. be found.

Seeing that the two fell, the nightingale gathered half of the jar of wine, then took out the reincarnation and swept the neck of the scorpion, and then smashed it toward Huang Jun’s head.

At the night of the night, Huang Jun’s nose was pumping and he sat up. He smelled the **** smell and straightened up to Huang Jun. He saw a nightingale shot and his right hand instinctively blocked.

Hey!

The reincarnation gun broke his right arm without any pause, and then fell in front of Huang Jun’s throat.

"Don't kill me, I have something to say!" Huang Jun said when the nightingale was about to shoot again.

"Well, give you a chance, dare to call you to die immediately!" The reincarnation gun in the nightingale's hand shook again, and Huang Jun's left arm was also cut off.

"Oh..." Huang Jun resisted the pain and did not let himself yell out, his head was full of sweat.

"Speak!" The night owl looked at Huang Jun and said.

"I have a secret to tell you, I just need to live." Huang Jun said with a bite.

"Say, look at the value?" There is nothing fluctuating in the nightingale expression.

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"I have the treasure map of Hatoyama Dongfu, knowing the way to enter. You should stop bleeding first, or else I will die." In order to survive, Huang Jun can only say the greatest value of his body.

The nightingale stepped forward and the finger pointed at Huang Jun’s right arm artery. “You can control the speed of bleeding of the other arm with the infuriating gas. Now the speed says, I am not patient.”

"There is a two-in-one array at the entrance of Dongshan's Dongfu. Because there is no spiritual power in the two dynasties, there is no spiritual power. The formation is chaotic. Even if you know the way to enter, you can't get in, so you can only collect the spiritual repair. Good two tactics can enter." Huang Jun said with a painful pain.

"Where is the treasure map?" asked the reincarnation in the nightingale's throat, Huang Jun's throat.

"I can't say, I have no value when I say it, as long as you swear not to kill me, I will tell you." Huang Jun's eyes looked at the nightingale, but inadvertently glanced at his right arm.

Following Huang Jun’s eyes, the nightingale noticed that Huang Jun’s broken arm had a storage ring.

"I don't need you to say it. You will not be alive at any cost, because what you do is too vicious." When the nightingale's arm was pushed, the reincarnation gun stabbed Huang Jun's throat.

"I don't...willingly! No..." The words of Huang Jun, who was pierced by the throat, were unfavorable, but his eyes were not reconciled.

The nightingale stooped, picked up Huang Jun's broken arm, took the ring on his finger, and then bit the broken finger and dropped a drop of blood. He wanted to see if it was a storage ring.

When the blood penetrated into it, a special feeling appeared, and a special space was in the mind of the nightingale.

I threw the ring into my storage ring. After the nightingale cut off the head of Huang Jun, I glanced at the room and saw nothing of value. I went out of the stone house.

Returning to the stone house of Huang Jue, the woman who was tied to the pillar in the room was put down.

Looking closely, the nightingale found that about 20 women in this year, not only the body is bumpy, but also the face is extraordinarily delicate.

"Can you go now?" asked the nightingale. He knew that he would face a big battle next time. The two highest-ranking Hawthorn leaders died, but there were nearly two hundred mountains, first-order. More is still.

"I can!" The woman put a piece of tiger skin on her body, but blocked the upper side and could not stop the bottom.

The night smashed the head of Huang Jue, looked at the stone house of Huang Jue, and looked at what was missing. Finally, I noticed that Huang Jue’s storage belt was taken down directly.

With the woman with the tiger skin on her body, the nightingale first opened the cell and released the women in the cell.

"You follow me. If you die, it is your life is not good, but I will try my best." After the woman was released from the cell, the nightingale said to the group of women.

"Thank you, adults, if you die, we don't blame you." A woman with a rattan whip was saying.

The nightingale blew a whistle, then took the poor woman and marched forward. He wanted to fight, but he didn't care much. The whistle was to call Tianyu to help guard these poor women.

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