0116 Don't send cats. Do you think I'm critically ill?

The air is filled with the smell of sadness.

The residents of "*town" stood far away and looked this way with fear and uneasiness-

The shamans in black military uniform and the wolf emblem on their chest left too many and lingering terrible shadows on these newly relocated desert herdsmen.

As early as a few days ago, the "Red Fox" Independent Brigade and the " Bobcat" Independent Brigade of Wolves drove into the "* Town". More than 60 militiamen in the town were panicked by the sudden wolf armed forces at that time. When they were preparing to organize the safe evacuation of their fellow villagers, they received clear instructions from Shangfeng: No resistance, cooperate All actions of the other party!

There is the seal of the general sand vulture on the command file, which can never be wrong! What are these shamans going to do? What's wrong with Shangfeng this time? With all kinds of doubts, hundreds of people in the "* town" spent a few difficult days in panic and confusion. Gradually, the local military and civilians found that these shamans did not rob and gather people to cause trouble as they imagined; instead, they bought a high-profile open space in the center of the town after paying a valuable gold coin to the mayor.

In the following days, there were feng shui masters, masons, carpenters and other miscellaneous people. A team came from other places. At the same time, a truck of construction materials such as stone and wood provided by suppliers arrived. In a few days, a magnificent and solemn cemetery rose up and stood in the center of the town.

The remains of the wolf soldiers buried in the chaotic cemetery on the back slope of the town were buried again; nearly 10,000 souls, including the former mayor * couple who died in the war, finally died in peace.

On the day of the public sacrifice, perhaps the sky was also hurt, but it was a rare drizzle. An Xiao and An Aoyan, the two independent brigades of the wolves, led their hands and stood straight in the rain, waiting for the arrival of the Wolf King.

An ordinary police car stopped. After looking around, Youdong, who got out of the car first, quickly opened the door behind him. The familiar cough sounded again. An Dongye, the wolf king, who was blocked by a black hood, walked out of the car with An Xiaole in one arm.

On the other side of the police, two doors opened at the same time, and the fat director Huo Baisui, the old police officer Arab, and two police flowers with different charms were gorgeous and unyed.

"Father!" Dad!"

An Xiaoxiao and An Aoyan forcibly held down their excitement and saluted the army with tears in their eyes.

He took a faint look at An Aoyan, who changed his name to be "father" for the first time. An Dongye, the wolf king, pointed to the silver star on his epaulette with a thin jaw tip and smiled, "Ao Yan, now we are at the same rank, so there is no need to pay tribute."

"If my father is willing, not to mention a few general stars, even if he wants the crown on the pope's head, it's like a bag." An Aoyan's tone is not slow, her voice is neither high nor low, her mood is neither high nor humble, and everything is controlled just right.

Deeply looking at the extremely deep and unpredictable adopted son of the city, Antonye turned to the heroic An Xiaojia and said, "Thank you for your hard work these days, baby."

"We rushed here to prepare everything as soon as we received Dad's instructions, and finally everything went well." An Xiaoxiao said happily, "Also, the eldest brother, the second brother and Sister Moman greet their father."

"Well-" Wolf King Antonye seemed to be shaken by a certain name in his heart, and he hurriedly changed the topic and asked, "Ao Yan, what about the person I asked you to invite?"

"Yes." An Aoyan shouted, "'Go boldly', bring people up!"

As soon as the words fell, the beard, knife face, broad rush and axe master pushed out a group of men and women. Among these people, there were monks, Taoist priests, nuns, Taoist nuns, Fanbang lamas, shaman priests, and the most outrageous of which were two small white-faced nuns. The chaos and strange landscape brighten the eyes of the onlookers!

"Just ask you to invite a few * teachers to surpass the souls of their dead comrades-in-arms. You are--" An Aoyan pointed to four bastards and scolded, "A bunch of wastes, why are there two masters kidnapped? Why don't you untie it for the master quickly? Kuo Chong, your grandma's, where do you put your claws? It scares the little nun-"

Frowning, Antonye sighed slightly, took An Xiaole's hand, and came to beat the cemetery step by step. His eyes closed slightly and he didn't say anything for a long time-

"Isn't that Coke, the youngest daughter of the old mayor*?"

"How can he be with a shaman who has a hatred for killing his parents?"

"I know that demon king, he is Antonye!"

"The executioner! It's not good to die!' The five beast gods will punish this demon!"

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The curse and abuse of the onlookers became louder and louder. As a teenager whose family died in the war and the first stone smashed out made blood on the forehead of the silent repentant Wolf King, the long-old anger and hatred of the onlookers surged out like a flood that opened the gate, almost all Men, women and children use eggs, vegetable leaves, stones, shoes and other things that can be used as weapons of attack, throwing more intensively than raindrops at the target wolf Wang An Dongye, whose eyes are slightly closed and motionless.

Youdong angrily pulled out his sword and rushed to the crowd with a group of wolf soldiers. Those people who "throwing garbage" were a pause. Seeing that the Wolf King raised his hand to stop the actions of his brothers, he did not mean to fight back, and he was relieved and boldly continued to intensify the abuse and attack An Dongye.

An Xiaoxiao and others, who were reprimanded by their father, who were reprimanded by their father, who usually waved millions of troops and dominated the battlefield, stood alone in the rain in front of the tomb, silently endured the debris from the town residents, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

For a moment, Andongye's head, face and body were covered with egg juice and vegetable leaves, and his forehead and cheeks were filled with blood from flying stones, which was unbearable.

"Enough! That's enough!" Anbuqi finally couldn't stand the pain and suffering in his heart. He threw himself down in front of the Wolf King, opened his thin arms, blocked the debris thrown in the air, and shouted with a crying voice:

"The war between the two countries and the deaths of so many people is not his ability to decide. They are just soldiers, just killing tools controlled by those in power. He already knows how to repent. What else do you want?"

The Sha people, who had been overwhelmed by hatred and the pleasure of venting, suddenly saw a weak policewoman appear in front of them. For a moment, they couldn't stop, and the debris that flew out also fell on their faces. Huo Baisui, Arab and Yanli's colleagues saw them and hurriedly ran over and "sharing" part of the "empty" Flying object.

"Compatriots, stop! I have something to say!" An Xiaole, who was blocked by her father, appeared on the cusp of the storm. The sand people finally saw the little girl's face and stopped venting their anger.

"Cole knows that you all have relatives who died in the war with shamans, and so do I. My father * mayor, my mother, and my two sisters all died in the war. They are innocent. They don't deserve to die. Everyone is very painful and hates it! But-" An Xiaole led Antonye, who stood silently and was in a mess with his hand, and said painfully:

"But what about him? He also had relatives who were killed by our Sha people. His children, teenage children, fell under our sabers in batches. Brother Shaoqing, his beloved son, died in order to protect his father's life. He held the legs of King Sand Eagle. After the 'big storm', only found a pile of bones and corpses of Shaoqing's brother. They have been pecked clean by the vulture eagle! Take a look! Looking at this person who can't scold or fight back, can you understand how sad and painful he is at this time?!

With An Xiaole's harsh sad complaint, the surrounding Sha people gradually became ashamed, and their arms holding up wooden sticks and throwing objects slowly put them down-

And at this moment, a tear crossed Andongye's cheek-