"He? Hiring? This statement is not very correct. He can give very little money." Ziyun stood on the protruding point of the outline of the city wall, glanced at Zhang Xi who was trapped in the fire skull furnace, and slowly shook his head.

Huo Wenlin then breathed a sigh of relief, and at the moment when she shook her head and denied, she ignored the heads of his comrades in her hand: "Yes, how can the money he gives you be compared with the wealth we can give you?"

The wind blew slowly, and a strong smell of blood came. He suddenly came to his senses and said vigilantly again: "Then why do you want to kill someone for him?"

At this moment, Ziyun was holding the head of his warrior in his hand and wearing the military uniform of the Black Flame Legion.

From these two points alone, she is standing on her opposite side. She is their enemy.

Ziyun smiled contemptuously: "He can't afford the money, it doesn't mean others can't afford it either."

The impolite expressions of delicate faces will also have a different charm.

Of course, if you want to appreciate this style, you must be from the objective perspective of others.

Huo Wenlin, who was standing on the opposite side, did not have too much appreciation for this beautiful face, but instead wanted to get rid of it immediately and cause trouble.

The existence of Ziyun gave him a far deeper red flag than Zhang Xi.

In his opinion, and many high-level practitioners, Zhang Xi is just a rising person who has made a little progress with his bloodline. In terms of experience and overall strength, he is still relatively immature. If he is a little cautious, he can deal with it.

The existence of the Divine Cult will make them more cautious and worried than the Black Flame Legion.

He wandered among the major legions and killed many important figures in the major legions, but he still stood and wandered between them. He was not destroyed by the so-called revenge. Instead, he was like a cockroach, unable to be beaten to death and became more tenacious.

A master who is famous for Yanghui kills him as soon as he says he wants to kill.

I offended the five legions, but I had no choice but to cooperate with them and spend money to ask them to kill people.

The top leaders of the five major legions have thought of ways to eliminate hidden dangers such as the Divine Cult.

After trying for a long time, many methods still exist.

The five legions are uneven and dominant, and the power of the Divine Cult killers is also the most important part of them.

Killers who are good at killing and soldiers who are real swords and guns will make them more cautious and worry.

It is obvious that what you are fighting for is only cultivation and combat experience.

The divine religion that specializes in the way of murder has many ways to make a person die.

God doesn't know, ghosts don't realize it.

The few heads on her hand are the best proof.

"There are other legions who paid you to kill people!" He asked Ziyun.

You should know that what Zhao Ye is doing now has seriously endangered the interests of several other legions.

The explanation of being paid by several other legions to kill people is very reasonable.

"Why don't you escape quickly? Escape, live." Ziyun did not give Huo Wenlin more time and threw the head in his hand down where the flames soldiers gathered.

When those soldiers with less-visual vision can clearly see that the heads that rolled down in front of them are the generals. As elite veterans who have worked with them for many years, they deeply understand the powerful strength of those generals.

They were all killed.

Suddenly, the morale of the army was in chaos.

A strange fragrance of flowers floated in the air, mixed with the smell of blood and was sucked into the nasal cavity by the soldiers of Mars City.

A straight light appeared in their pupils, as if they had suddenly figured out a lot of things. They threw away the weapons in their hands, ran towards the back gate without any organization and discipline, and called out loudly: "I want to go home! I want to go home! I want to go home!"

"That bastard is finally dead! Hahaha! My wife, who has not passed the room, was defiled by that bastard! I have no ability to kill you, but you are still dead! Hahaha!" A soldier raised the knife in his hand, walked to one of the heads, and swung the knife at the head.

"Isn't my military pay deducted? Didn't I accidentally fall asleep while standing guard? I deducted my military pay for three months. Don't you know my mother is still waiting for money to treat her illness?" Another soldier stood up and stepped on one of the heads that slid into front of her.

"What are you doing?" The captains of the squad with a slightly higher level of cultivation wanted to scold these people and suddenly started to let themselves go. When they found that other soldiers began to develop in this direction, they wanted to immediately stop them.

It was fine if he didn't make a sound, but as soon as he made a sound, many soldiers began to look at them with hatred and angry eyes.

"Didn't you just rely on the fact that you are a little older than me in the army? Why are you so arrogant? Every time you take advantage of the problem when you have a little bit of things!"

"What's wrong with being ugly? Every time I make fun of me with being ugly? You're a thing, and don't look at what you look like?"

"What are you talking so loudly? Every time you scold someone, what's the matter of spitting on my face!"

Many soldiers and generals were usually dissatisfied and vented their feelings with the courage that suddenly rose in their hearts.

"Are you going to rebel?" The captain of the squad drew out his sword, pointed it at them, and scolded him.

After being condemned like this, how will he manage the team in the future? Where is his prestige? Where is his majesty?

"What's so magical about you? Isn't it just that you dedicate your sister to a military advisor? What's the power obtained by women?" Another noisy voice came out from the soldiers.

This sound made the squad captain whose flames gradually began to rise.

The knife was raised and cut it down instantly.

Blood sprinkled with the knife.

"Kill someone! Kill someone!" A soldier screamed in panic, running around, and knocking his comrades around him to death.

"Whoever speaks randomly will be dealt with by military regulations!" Several other squad captains raised at the same time and shouted loudly.

They vaguely noticed the problem, but did not know any good solutions, so they could only use military rules as a suppression.

However, at this time, the more suppressed it, the more likely it is to breed rebellion.

"Kill him, so many of us, let's deal with him first!"

A soldier who was sprinkled with blood and eyes led the lead, and the other soldiers released all the emotions suppressed by birth, status, overall situation, and brainwashing for many years.

Some soldiers have grudges, but they just endure them all in the army and abide by military rules for the sake of their team.

At this moment, revenge begins to avenge the wronged and revenge.

There are many people in the army, especially such old teams, which inevitably have good relationships, and even small groups in private.
Chapter completed!