"Hahahaha, it's so embarrassing, Tian Chengyi"

Between the nets that were tied up like ropes, the flute player looked down at the broken subordinates in front of him, without any sympathy or compassion, and gloated: "It's just an ordinary mission, and it's so embarrassing.

If luck is so bad, maybe it is also a kind of talent."

"The subordinates are incompetent."

Tiancheng, who was like a skeleton, was still covered with traces of metal and flesh repair, and he bowed his head in shame.

"No, no, it's just an accident, but the world is beautiful because of accidents, isn't it?"

Among the endless clues, the flute player underestimated the increasingly complex and endless huge net, and his eyes shone with excitement: "Betrayal, loyalty, spy, counter-espionage... is becoming more and more interesting. It's so wonderful. I've never encountered such a scene in my dream.

Is this also a correction of the situation? Even the script has long been beyond recognition."

"Don't be ashamed, Tiancheng, you have seen such a wonderful unfolding for me, hahahaha, hahaha, I never thought that the present situation would play such a vicious card.

But it seems to be natural to think that the contest between the betrayer and the betrayer is really exciting!”

Tiancheng was dull and wanted to speak but stopped, but he couldn't speak.

I still couldn't understand what the thin and weird figure was thinking about and what he wanted to say.

Just deliberately teasing yourself, or is it throwing a puzzle again?

At this moment, in the laughter of the flute player, the complicated clues were entangled in one place, entangled with each other, forming a complex knot.

A string of bonds gathered together, and gradually formed a familiar outline.

Are those... ropes?

But it is difficult to see where the rope is going and where it comes from.

"I like ropes, Tiancheng, what about you?"

In this pleasant handicraft and crafting, the flute player suddenly asked without raising his head and said to himself: "In the present situation, a word was once very popular, called [Bond].

It means: There are invisible ropes connected between people, so solid that they can share weal and woe, but they are so fragile, and they are insignificant and pitiful in the face of interests.

But, no matter what, such a rope exists... When the waves come, everyone is a grasshopper on a rope, you have me and I have you.

This is what people in the present state look like.”

“The present situation…

Tiancheng wanted to speak but stopped, and finally shook his head: "I have not been to the present situation, but you seem to..."

“Yes, yes, I’ve been to the present, and have been to many places, starting a long time ago, from when they hadn’t called me a flute player, or something else…

Ah, if you give others such an inexplicable nickname and unauthorized that everyone is a threat to you, what kind of lunatics are those guys? You don’t understand at all, but it’s so interesting.”

The flute player sighed: "But no matter what, it is a wonderful place. The arrogant and absurd are adorable, but different from the worlds of all ages, and the ignorant and crazy are disgusting.

Even abyss creatures like me sometimes feel uneasy because of such determination and surprise by such ambition."

"Tiancheng was dull and wanted to speak, but finally saw the outline of the face shrouded in the fog of the flute player.

It's like smiling.

So looking forward to it.

"It is precisely because of this that we have to seek bondage, Tiancheng."

The flute-player raised his hands, and the rope formed by countless silk threads was so solemn: "Use war, death, conspiracy, despair, to weave into an unbreakable connection."

"Everyone holds hands and is friends, like a bond and close, right, like a grasshopper on a rope." The flute player chuckled softly: "You pull me, I pull you, and go to heaven together..."

"Or, go to hell together."

In the abyss, laughter echoed.

It seemed to be a song of the abyss itself, so gentle and so cold.

When those waves of light were transmitted to the present situation, they had already become an unexpected frenzy in an unprecedented shock.

Even though it was a wide hell that was burning with the fire of war, the collision from the abyss was still captured by the existing exploration mirror. The struggle between the land of blessedness and the jester started in such a sudden battle, and the rulers fought mercilessly.

Suddenly, it came to an abrupt end. Before the attack could come back to its senses, the paralyzed paradise had already come to new trouble.

Without the contact and buffering of the jesters, the originally fragile covenant has become even more precarious. Only by relying on the Paradise and the Archangels to force the blast with their strength can the status quo be maintained.

For a time, the original friction and disputes had disappeared, and the alliance in the abyss became unprecedentedly efficient, as if integrated into one.

But everyone knows that this is just a rebirth.

Once you cannot launch an offensive in a short time, cannot lead the allies to win and dividends, and cannot fulfill your promises, then the seemingly unbreakable alliance will be self-defeating.

The more tough the pressure, the more intense the resistance will be.

War is coming.

But everyone felt excitement and expectation from the bottom of their hearts. There was no such good thing again, allowing the enemy to launch a hasty attack before they were ready.

Political decision-making forces military decision-making, like gambling, with unrealistic fantasies, and wants to achieve success in one battle...

Where did this come from a great thing?

I just wish I could quickly move forward to justice and glory and go against politics and go independently!

happy.

Too happy!

It was as if I was seeing the rancher sitting in a caravan and waving to the believers.

But while they were overjoyed, everyone began to wonder what was going on? What did the pangolin say before he died?

After the music lacks more melons, it makes people feel more and more itchy and they are eager to know the inside story.

Unfortunately, the current arrangement in the abyss is still in a state that is equivalent to none. Even if information can be obtained through neutral institutions such as the Hell Music Association, the inside story of the conflict cannot be obtained.

This made the passing people who were waiting to eat melons almost desperate.

Where is the melon!

Where is the melon?

The child is almost hungry, give me the melon, give me the melon!

However, soon, the unexpected melon was stuffed into everyone's mouth in an extremely paradoxical and abrupt way. I don't know what happened or what happened. The blacklist of the abyss preserved in the present situation changed in the past few decades.

A handsome guy who was originally ranked around 100 made a rapid progress. In just one day, he entered the top ten and strived to be fifth and enter the top three.

After squeezing out the original Abyss Street Skip, Tyr ranked behind the archaeological beating king Chu Hai, and was ranked second in the abyss to be suspicious!

So who is this handsome guy?

1 [Lotus Poem]!

God's fucking locust poem!

All the viewers with twitching expressions were confirmed from their hearts as soon as possible.

OK, needless to say.

It must be done by the Heavenly Kingdom genealogy, but what did he do? Lao Tie, can't you get a breather?

Unfortunately, no matter how you prove it, Huai Shi seemed to be detained in the sun ship for violating the ban, and it was prohibited to appear publicly. At this time, no one was too brave to dare to violate the military order and sneak in. As for wanting to get news from the command center, you don’t have to think about it. If you have the courage, look at Ah’s face and tell your question again?

It’s not that no one wants to use other methods to determine more information, but unfortunately, it’s all futile. Whether it’s divination or insight, or even the hate pointers of the jesters, it cannot lock in the position and state of Huai Shi.

Sixteen jesters presided over the ceremony at the same time, and in the end the crazy spinning pointer was even torn into countless sections, and they were still pointing in various messy directions.

No clues were found at all.

Everyone can only agree that Huai Shi, the dog guy, has started to make trouble again.

It is worthy of being a terrible genealogy of heaven.

After all, on the original blacklist, the Heavenly Genealogy has always been a strong competitor among the top five, and basically everyone is in a situation of fighting for each other.

The degree of dislike is more outrageous, and the things that are caused are more scary.

It sounds a bit outrageous now that it has created such a big battle, but it is... normal!

So, if you can achieve such impressive achievements and such incredible results, Huai Shi, the tool man, is still second. Do you know that you rely on the helmsman to sail the sea?

They are all commanded by leaders!

It is worthy of being the Mimeer of the Kingdom of Heaven, so amazing Russell!

Otherwise, could this be created by Huai Shi alone?

So when the old turtle slept and was still awake, he saw 100,000 smiling faces clapping around him. The atmosphere was so weird that it seemed like the world destroyed humans and had finished making up for it.

I can’t hear the praises and I can’t say the thanks.

"Russell, you did a good job, you did a good job!"

Yegor held the old turtle's hand and was almost moved to tears: "I thought you had so much budget a few days ago, but you just wanted to take advantage of the governing bureau.

I didn't expect that you still have such a plan, and I'm too shallow."

【???】Russell was stunned and confused.
To be continued...