Book of Gods and Demons

　　　　 21 days, dusk.

　　 It's snowing again, and it's snow flakes the size of a baby's palm, heavy, falling almost vertically from the sky.

　　 The thick snow flakes fell on the ground, making a sound of "pupu".

In the small woods where the chariot of the gods was parked, on the bare branches, rows and rows of sparrows stood blankly on the branches, and almost their large snow flakes fell down, hitting their stupefied bodies. , These poor birds quickly turned into small white pompoms.

　　 Joe stood by the gangway of the Celestial Chariot, looking up at these sparrows.

"Now they are a little thinner and have no meat." Golkin held a twig and stood beside Joe with his head tilted: "A month ago, it was the best time. They ate so fat and strong and plucked their hair. After that, it’s best to go deep-fried and served with wine.”

"Oh, fried sparrow with wine? It's interesting, I can try it next time." I only wore an iron gray shirt, a military cap crooked, and the cuffs were not buttoned, and there was a thin cigarette in his mouth. Li'an walked out of the Celestial Chariot with a somewhat old-fashioned turmoil and stepped on the gangway.

"However, when it comes to eating finches, I recommend the yellow-breasted bunting, or its scientific name, the yellow-breasted bunting." Salian swallowed, "Around the Hyderabad swamp, there are huge flocks of yellow-breasted bunting... ...They are very delicious...we can go hunting in the swamp if we have the opportunity."

After waving his hand, Salian said angrily: "Okay, don't talk nonsense, come up quickly, we have to return to the imperial capital... There are still many troubles waiting for us. Especially you, Joe, you little bastard, you give us There is a big problem."

　　 Joe spread out his hands and curled his lips innocently.

　　 He really didn't know, why did he trouble Salian?

　　 Gorkin smiled ‘hehe’ a few times...Salien’s old *** look was very familiar to Golkin. After spending so many years in the field corps of the Imperial Army, Golkin has long known that many senior generals in the Imperial Army are all serious and old-fashioned. Once they enter the battlefield, they will quickly become this unscrupulous picture. Face.

　　 Why is Salian troubled?

　　 After communicating with the military judges, Gorkin guessed that he was inseparable.

　　 In this battle, the test of the new ordnance was extremely smooth, and by the way, the Highlander was beaten violently, which can be called an unprecedented glorious victory.

　　Even, this victory is comparable to the one that the Imperial Army wiped out the Lulai Legion of the Lucian Empire in the Lulai Plain ten years ago. Ten years ago, the Lucias also lost miserably, but at least their advanced and extraordinary combat power was not lost, and the senior generals were not at all lost.

　　 And this time, how many deaths did the high priest of the Wolf Temple die?

　　How many chiefs and nobles of each tribe died?

　　Especially Tier 6's extraordinary combat power, the Highlanders have suffered heavy losses!

　　 Joe alone, he killed and captured so many Tier 6 transcendents, and by the way, he captured a new chief of the Xiaofeng tribe!

　　 Don't mention how many military merits Gorkin has made. This time, Joe has really made a lot of money in his military merits, and even made Gorkin a little jealous.

　　 If Qiao was a teenager and had more seniority in the military, there would be no trouble.

　　 By the way, Joe is only eighteen years old, and he has no formal military qualifications at all!

　　 Gorkin snickered and pulled Rajo's sleeve. The brothers followed Salian side by side and walked into the Celestial Chariot along the gangway.

　　 Behind the two brothers, Mr. Sagans, Marcos and others also followed closely.

A stream of light flashed across the entire body of the Celestial Chariot, the lowered gangway quickly retracted, and the hatch was sealed. With a slight buzzing sound, the Celestial Chariot turned into a streamer and rushed straight into the sky, and then straightened towards the outskirts of the Imperial Capital Speeding away in the direction of the small valley.

　　 No words all the way.

　　 Salian was with a group of high-ranking generals from the War Department, and he didn't know what he was discussing.

　　 Joe and Gorkin lead people sitting in the corner of the chariot of the gods. Under the surveillance of many Hydra's secret guards, no one dares to wander around in the chariot of gods...

Stayed honestly for nearly twenty hours. Joe wrapped in a coat and slept comfortably on the metal floor. When he was woken up by Golkin, the Celestial Chariot was already set off. When the small valley landed.

　　 A major general from the Military Law Department came in front of Joe and Golkin, and threw them to them a few documents that were scented with ink, which were apparently not long after they were printed.

"Here, confidentiality undertaking. Everyone must sign on it... Remember the above confidentiality regulations, regarding the Celestial chariot, and this new ordnance test. These are all military secrets and are strictly forbidden to disclose to the outside world. Any news. Boys, I don’t want to see you in the military court."

　　Medland Glory Calendar December 22, 1379, at about nine o'clock in the evening, Joe and his party returned to the imperial capital.

The brigade marched on the deserted street. Seeing that it was about to reach Hydra Palace, Salian took the reins and greeted Joe: "Joe, and your brother Gorkin, you will be early tomorrow morning... …Well, it doesn’t need to be early in the morning, I still take care of my subordinates, noon, noon, you guys have a good rest, after lunch tomorrow, you go to the War Department to find me."

　　 Salian took the group and left.

　　 The major general of the Imperial Military Law Department, before leaving, did not forget to stretch out his fingers, pointing at Joe, Golkin, and Mr. Segengs and the others behind them one by one.

　　 The coldness regained on the street.

　　 On the street lamp pole, a few gas lamps emit white light, shining brightly on the street.

　　 Three or five police officers in black uniforms, very sneaky, turned out from the street corner on the side, and looked intently toward this side. It's just that they just looked around, no one dared to come over and ask anything.

　　 "It feels weird."

　　 "The atmosphere in the imperial capital is not right...the police, there are some people, there are too many."

　　 Qiao squinted his eyes, a deep gleam in his eyes.

　　 Dark vision and the corresponding dark attribute power were activated. In this dark night, Joe's five senses became extremely powerful. Standing on the street, he could see every move on this ten-mile-long street at a glance.

　　 There are too many police officers near the main road in the imperial capital.

　　 In the dark corner, there are too many city fox community rats who are trembling by the cold wind, who are penetrating their brains and ghosting their brains, but still have their eyes widened and patrolling around.

　　 The police may also be kicked out by their superiors to strengthen patrols because the New Year celebration is approaching.

　　 But these city foxes and mice, all of them are unprofitable and early characters, and they are even more lazy and exhausted to the extreme. In the big winter, at night, if there are people on the street throwing money, it is no good, how can they go out for activities?

　　 "There is something wrong, are the heroes of the imperial capital so diligent and courageous? So many policemen are patrolling, and they still go out to find money in the evening?" Gorkin also found that the atmosphere of the imperial capital was a bit wrong.

　　 "It has nothing to do with us?" Joe patted the new revolver hanging on his belt and grinned: "Perhaps, something big has happened to the emperor, but it has nothing to do with us..."

　　 Joe's smile is a bit weird.

Gorkin squinted at Qiao, and he had been very familiar with Qiao since he was a child. He laughed strangely: "Well, where you stayed in the Emperor... is Qingsong Street 158, right? Hurry up. Take me over, take a hot bath, and get a good meal...Tsk...You are in the Imperial Capital, and you know someone who has a passion for art, especially poetry..."

Joe quickly interrupted Golkin's words: "No, I don't know... If you want to find those noble ladies and young ladies who have a passion for poetry and violin, you can go to the Fourth University of the Imperial Capital... But, you thousand Don't say there, you have something to do with me!"

"The Fourth University of the Imperial Capital...Although I have never been to the Imperial Capital, I have heard of it." Gorkin's energy was raised all at once. He stared at Joe with bright eyes and flicked the reins. He urged his mount to trot, and followed behind Joe: "The center of the imperial art, the place where literati and elegant people gather...I have a couple of old friends in Tulum, and they are full of longing for the fourth university. "

　　 "It's also the land of my dreams... Why can't you say that I have something to do with you?" Golkin looked at Joe curiously: "What did you do?"

"I killed one of their famous students and beat them up with a bunch of idiots... Finally, I also sent a group of their famous professors to the Supervision Department... Maybe that's the case?" Qiao sighed heavily. Tone: "If you want to know the cause and effect, when I am in a good mood, I will tell you in detail!"

　　 Gorkin spread out his hands and shook his head in amazement.

　　 The brothers lined up side by side at the front, followed by Mr. Sagans and others.

　　 A group of people riding their mounts, talking and laughing softly, trot all the way on the street where the atmosphere was a little strange and tense, under the vigilant and tired eyes of the police and city foxes and rats who were constantly haunting them.

　　 On the evening of the 22nd, at about a quarter past ten, Joe took Golkin back to 158 Qingsong Street.

　　 The whole Qingsong Street No. 158, suddenly became noisy.

　　 Several old people from the Ritto family hurriedly greeted them, and Joe and Golkin shouted in surprise and joy.

　　 "What? Hessian has arrived?"

　　 "Oh~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Oh, and Tifa and Weimar?"

　　 "Aha, how long have I not seen my dear sisters?"

　　 "Tifa must still remember my brother who loves her the most...but Weima...this little fool, she must have forgotten me."

　　 Joe is okay, but Gorkin can't restrain his emotions. He clamped his mount with his legs and screamed and rushed in.

　　 Several family guards hurriedly led the way, leading Golkin all the way to the small building where Joe lived.

　　 Hessian was wrapped in a white bear fur coat and dangling a big cigar, standing calmly at the entrance of the small building. The snowy light shone from behind him, and his front was hidden in the dark shadows.

　　 "Wh, who, who, who is this little guy?"

　　 "Ha, isn't this my self-proclaimed son Golkin? Let me see, how many shots you got on your body!"

　　 Hessian opened his arms, brought a gust of wind and rushed to Gorkin, and suddenly lifted him off his horse, and hugged him firmly in his arms.

　　 "Asshole, see that you little **** is still alive...uh, uh..."

　　 Hessian raised his right fist and smashed Gorkin's head twice.

　　 His voice became soft: "It's fine to be alive, without arms and legs? Well, very good!"

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