Chapter 75 Brother, your face is very fresh!

"Wang Wude!"

After solving the last two guards, Chen Qinghe finally couldn't stand the Irish words all the way and complained loudly, "This guy's ability is like this every time?"

"Hmm--"

Wang Wude replied with regret.

"You are so pathetic..."

In the dark, Chen Qinghe suddenly understood why Wang Wude was so dull. He thought that there was a talkative Western European by his side. No matter how much he talked, he would eventually be forced to look like Wang Wude.

Xie Ziqiu on the ground is full of despair. He hangs his head and can guess with his toes. In addition to the two leaders of the Jinli Hotel, the third person must also be an evolutionist.

He can't distinguish Chen Qinghe's voice!

But Ah Hao, who stayed in the Imperial Hotel for a long time, was abnormal to this sound**.

"Lead!!"

Ah Hao was stunned and didn't know what had happened.

However, it was obvious that since he left the hotel with Xie Ziqiu, Chen Qinghe followed the two Irishmen and sneaked into the fire station to be all the guards.

The voice fell--

The shining moonlight in front of them seemed to be creased. Chen Qinghe's real body was revealed, along with the Irishman leaning against the cement pillar, but there were three fainted men on his shoulders.

Seeing this, Xie Ziqiu's face is like dead ashes.

These seven people are all guards on the first floor, and he can already imagine what will happen next.

"How to deal with it?"

Wang Wude came over and glanced at Xie Ziqiu condescendingly.

With this look, he trembled all over, his body tightened, and his eyes were afraid. It can be seen that even if he was brainwashed, it was difficult for a person's nature to wear out in the shortest time.

In the end, Aqiu is just a post-90s high school student!

As pitiful as a weak chicken in the face of death, the layer of cruel maturity shown by the leader's identity is just a thin shell, and then the smoke disappears.

"He is still useful, keep it for the time being--"

"Other people killed it."

Chen Qinghe thought for a moment, and Yu Guang looked at A Hao's secretly relaxed reaction and said indifferently.

"Children, good luck."

"Wang, I only give you a painless slap when I meet you. In the past, I didn't know how to show mercy when I saw this guy... If I didn't do it. If I don't smash... people into meat sauce, I will give up. And Chen... He also mercifully let you go. Tut... I'm going to thank the great Lord for your luck!"

The Irishman came to Xie Ziqiu and looked at him with abusive eyes, but his Chinese degenerated, stammered, and his voice was unclear, far less fluent than before.

Xie Ziqiu's head was deeply buried in his chest, and the tight facial muscles betrayed his emotions.

"Wang Wude, you stay."

"Alan and I went up to see this sacrificial performance."

Chen Qinghe was not interested in paying attention to this and was scared back to his nature. Xie Ziqiu, who had no previous guidance posture at all.

Wang Wude smiled and nodded.

However, the white teeth exposed by his cracked mouth made his smile look cold and creepy.

"Yo."

"Wang, slow... play slowly... let's go."

Allen said 'Oh, Lord' in his heart and raised his hand and raised two fingers.

Sound and image shielding - start!

Suddenly, the moonlight reflecting Chen Qinghe and the two people appeared twisted and folds again. In the eyes of Ahao, the two people who started from their calves and walked to the second floor quickly disappeared.

Finally, there was a slight sound from his peers.

Ah Hao looked at the dark stairway, but he didn't know that his naked eye and hearing were forcibly blocked by the Irishman, and his sensory ability of a space.

......

At the same time, the second floor--

In front of the central demon sculpture, the most fanatical believers knelt on the ground. Yue Shu'an also had a short-haired woman with a strange face. In addition, Chen Wu's three guides were triangular, surrounded by a man in black.

Lord the messenger!

Like other messengers, his true face was also covered by square cloth. Standing near the sculpture, he glanced around the southern believers from the nearby streets and suddenly raised his big hand.

Huh, the sleeves drooped.

The messenger revealed his wheat-colored wrist skin, and saw that his voice was loud and full of demagogic shouts: "The survivors gathered here today, first of all, thank you for accepting the guidance of my God... Come on, close your eyes, let go of your heart with me... listen to... to watch... to feel... the voice of my God...

Then swear... wholeheartedly to admire, serve, and worship my god - Sado!!"

Sado, Sado, Sado!!

Suddenly, the whole second floor resounded with the fanatical roar of believers. They were completely selfless, as if only this name could bring happiness, only this name could redeem themselves, and only this name could save them from hunger and cold.

In this fanatical atmosphere, no one noticed that there were two strange figures on the edge of the religious crowd.

Chen Qinghe, Alan!

"Oh, Lord!"

"Chen, I swear... This is definitely the most fanatical rally I've ever seen."

"Shit, these crazy people, I believe that the messenger in black robe in the middle, with an order, even if they are asked to lie down and fuck each other-**, they can excitedly call God's name."

The Irishman spit. Although he cursed on his mouth, his eyes were bright, and he was interested in staring at the demon sculpture, looking from the lower body to the upper body.

However, Chen Qinghe's eyes seem to be a little appreciating the taste of art.

"How about it?"

Chen Qinghe couldn't help asking.

The more he came into contact with him, the more he felt that the Irishman was very interesting, but it seemed that the foreigners who came to the land of China had some kind of "mutation", even the Americans who are known as red enemies, not to mention the Irish people from small Western European countries with a population of more than 4 million?

"Generally..."

"Obviously it's amateur-level, or it's done in a hurry!"

Allen squeezed his lips with a disdainful expression on his face. This kind of dirty work could not resonate with art at all. He turned his head and asked, "Chen... Can't you see it?"

Chen Qinghe shook his head slightly.

Seeing this, the Irishman's eyes couldn't help but feel a little contemptuous, as if they were a farmer in the countryside who couldn't understand and appreciate it.

But how did he know!

Chen Qinghe was only 18 years old. His desperate experience at the end of the world even made him almost forget how to write. Da Vinci, Michelangelo and Van Gogh were like bullshit to him, and he couldn't even call out the names of these world-famous masters.

Food, water, medicine, keep warm——

His head is full of the experience of how to survive better and last longer. If it is explained in easy-to-understand words, he is a person who lives in the primitive jungle, showing "stunts" such as peeling frogs and catching insects with bare hands for countless people in front of the TV, and happily treats it as crispy chicken and swallows it in his mouth. Enhanced version of Bei Ye.

Edward Michael Grylls of the end of China!

"Chen..."

The Irishman was about to speak when he saw Chen Qinghe looking at the black-robed messenger in front of the central sculpture. His eyes condensed in vain, and then he asked, "What's wrong with this... God-stick?"

"His breath is very familiar."

"Where should we have seen before--"

Chen Qinghe said slightly.

With the oath of the black robe messenger, the atmosphere on the whole second floor became more and more fanatical. The arms that were constantly raised and lowered, and the cuffs slipped off the exposed wheat skin from time to time, making his mind flash.

He thought of the identity of the messenger in black - the Vietnamese!

Chen Qinghe couldn't help but tilt the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing his white teeth.

"Chen..."

"Why did you suddenly laugh so gloomyly?"

Alan blinked his eyes and looked at Chen Qinghe, who was smiling. I don't know why this smile made him feel uncomfortable.

"Nothing."

Chen Qinghe raised his eyes and glanced at the Irishman and said lightly, "It's just seeing my old friend, which makes me suddenly a little excited."

Old friend?

Allen's eyes were puzzled and he looked up at the messenger in black robe. He didn't understand why his eyes could not see through the appearance of the middle god stick.

"Alan, don't you think the performance should be over?"

Chen Qinghe narrowed his eyes and asked.

The Irishman grinned, with a bright light in his eyes. Then he stared at the little white rabbit with a big gray wolf and looked at the three guides in the center.

Monster eyeball!

That's the real purpose of this trip.

Alan raised his two fingers upright, and then clenched his fist.

Suddenly, the ability to block Chen Qinghe and his own existence disappeared, and the two figures appeared behind a short middle-aged believer with a mouse beard.

It seemed that there was something behind him. The middle-aged people turned their heads and saw the strange faces of the two. They subconsciously asked, "Brother, your faces are very fresh!"