The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 872 Ch.871 Special Treatment
Good dog, bad dog theory, executives understand this principle best.

Aren’t there any kind-hearted people who have mistakenly entered the “Cradle of Flesh and Blood”?

Of course there are quite a few.

The only thing the executive officer could do was to use more expensive firewood to burn them - Miss Nina died at the hands of the cultists of the Cradle of Flesh and Blood, and since then, he has never been lenient towards the cultists of the Cradle of Flesh and Blood.

Regardless of whether the other party is willing or not, even if it is just out of ignorance.

Everyone in this world has hatred for each other and needs to drink the blood of their enemies to quench their thirst.

"We are all unfortunate, but also lucky in our own ways."

Roland rubbed the girl's head, drawing angry glares from the boys in the martial arts arena.

"When sir was a child..."

The girl was curious: "I heard that you are all very rich, but you don't know etiquette and eat raw meat..."

Roland pointed overhead.

"Blinding sun and dry wind, similar to your days."

He said.

"There are a few trustees, some homeless people without identities, and strangers who come and go from time to time."

"What happened next?" the girl asked.

"Later..." Roland said with a nostalgic look, "I met someone who helped me a lot."

"Like Sister Feng Xuan?"

"Like her."

Roland nodded, his eyes falling on the girl's round nose: "Becoming a traitor, do you know what it means?"

"To kill someone."

There was no trace of difficulty in the girl's dark eyes.

"Kill the bad guys and save the country."

"Oh, how?"

She shook her head: "I don't know. But without the foreigners and the tobacco paste, it would be half."

"Where's the other half?"

“…A high-ranking official.”

She mimicked him: "Brother Feng (Feng Rushong) said that you want to build a small country in our country and you don't obey our laws... It's all because of the incompetence of the senior officials."

Roland deliberately made things difficult for her: "But you are not abiding by your laws now."

This stumped the girl.

She sipped the melted sugar residue, rolled her eyes at Roland's face, and replied cunningly, "We will obey the law after we save the country."

"Save the country..." Roland looked at the boys in the martial arts arena, and the young man named "Dog Boy": He was teaching them how to kill the enemy in the simplest way, and imparting those seemingly plausible, "mysterious" experiences.

Not all right.

Some touch.

"Once you become a sorcerer, there is no room for regret."

"Zhu Da killed my father and made us watch our mother die of illness—" The girl said anxiously, "Brother Feng said that there are 'Zhu Da's' everywhere in the world. He can save us, but he can't save others who have been harmed by 'Zhu Da'..."

Roland looked at the girl whose face had turned red with anger, and gently lifted her hair to reveal her dark brown scar.

The girl dodged at first, then raised her little head.

"Brother Feng said that she's not ugly at all..." He observed Roland carefully and asked in a trembling voice: "... Not ugly... Right?"

Roland rubbed the raised scar with his fingertips and replied softly.

"Not ugly at all."

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Feng Hu didn't expect these immature children to fight against the officers and soldiers. In fact, he did more than Roland imagined.

For example, what Roland called "enlightenment" was handed to the children, and what he called "standard objects".

According to Rose's observation, apart from the twenty or so black-robed rebels, most of the villagers were at the apprentice stage - that is, "apprentices" who were able to manifest the mystical triangle and were only one step away from becoming true ritualists.

incredible.

They have not received a systematic education, and do not know how to control the "secret" that extends tentacles from the soul, nor do they understand what this thing is used for.

But he actually became an "apprentice".

——I only know that if 'that thing' is away from the body for too long, I will be too tired to get out of bed the next day.

"Your brother did something great, Mr. Pine."

"You can call me Feng, or Rushong." Every time the feminine man chatted with the golden-eyed man, he felt a dull pain on the side of his face - the most frustrating thing was that he was extremely keen on giving people nicknames.

"Yolanda told me that your name means... like a pine tree, right?"

That doesn't mean I want you to call me that.

Feng Rushong glanced at Feng Xuan who was giggling beside him and sighed in his heart.

"That's right, Mr. Luo. This is the real purpose of 'White Lotus' - foreigners and corrupt officials cannot be killed completely," he shook his sleeves and faced the rising sun: "But when there are sorcerers everywhere and everyone is like a dragon, I'm afraid that by then..."

It's up to the people to decide.

"The human heart is like a den of devils. The court is afraid of the people having power."

He said.

"It is precisely because of this that iron ships are rampant and foreigners are everywhere. If the treaty is signed, after a few years... it is hard to say whose 'country' and whose 'home' this is still..."

The end of his narrow, slanted eyes swept over Roland. "People who have been emaciated by the poison ointment are everywhere, and the sound of looms is gradually fading. A country within a country? It's not a country at all."

The magic sounds so profound that people dare not challenge the divine power.

But the White Lotus people told them: Just like bending a bow and shooting an arrow, spinning and plowing the field -

It's just a 'skill' that has no limits on origin, bloodline, wisdom or age.

Anyone can learn it.

Anyone can try it.

They traveled through most of the country, and every time they left a place, they expanded their team and left behind many things that allowed people to "see the world clearly."

At the same time, plunder those who are unkind, or take money out of the pockets of foreigners and exchange them for more useful things - just as Feng Rushong said.

The so-called 'fires everywhere' is not as good as 'dragons everywhere'.

"Whatever they fear, we do."

The man standing with his hands behind his back was not as strong as his brother, but his bones were like pine and cypress, which had been frozen and hardened again and again in the frost season.

"Mr. Luo, we have been to too many places and met too many people. Cowardly, respectful, with good or bad intentions - the only thing I don't understand is... your relationship with Yolanda..."

In Feng Rushong's opinion, this group of foreigners who made friends with Yolanda must have some other purpose.

"There are many people who meet the "criteria", with different levels of talent. Mr. Songshu, I have the same doubt as you - why is your brother so determined to invite Yolanda to join..."

Feng Rushong quickly turned his head and looked away before Roland noticed.

Roland blinked. "Usually, when the topic reaches a point where it can no longer be discussed, they will talk about the weather... It took me a long time to learn how to use it skillfully."

Feng Rusong laughed and said, "What's the difference between the nobles in London and our nobles?"

"You know London?"

"If you want to defeat your enemy, you must first understand him."

A soft female voice suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two.

"In my opinion, it is very difficult, Mr. Songshu. Your monarch has sealed off the mysteries and does not teach the largest number of people to study the mystical arts. Whether it is a low-ring or a high-ring, when the empire's fleet, soldiers, and elite ritualists set foot on this land... the only thing you can do is to die with your ideals."

Shandel came with a basket of bean cakes.

"Want some?"

(End of this chapter)