Heavenly Lord of the Myriad Realms

Chutian woke up.

One of the hairs was bald, and a hind leg was smashed. Both eyes were a little muddy. Obviously, the old yellow dog with poor eyesight sighed and stood up from the grassy nest around Chutian, and the nose was in front of Chutian. Sniffing, the low 'Wang' gave a cry.

Chu Tian blinked and looked at the old yellow dog.

The old yellow dog's expression is very friendly, revealing the unique vicissitudes and goodness of the old man who sees through the world. He stretched out a paw and touched Chu's cheek. After he felt the gentle breath of Chutian, he swayed his tail and squatted in the grass nest next to Chutian. He turned over and then sinked. Go to sleep.

Chu Tian's eyes wide open, staring at the ruined thatched roof.

The conditions of this house are not very good. The roof is made of old thatched grass, and the black thatched grass has not been replaced for at least ten years. The coverings in the thatched grass collapsed most of the time. The roof was full of grottoes, and a ray of light came in through these holes. The dust in the room fluttered in the light column.

In the sound of ‘唧唧’, a few of them were short, but the pair of claws were extremely fat. Almost the strange hens with the weight of Chutian’s arms rushed into the hut.

The door of the hut was closed, but only the upper half of the house was left. Only a few thin branches remained in the lower half. These old hens with big models and big hens came in with a bit of arrogance.

The huts are not big, they are not small, they can have the appearance of seven or eight feet, and rely on the walls on both sides, paving two piles of thick thatched grass, Chutian and this old yellow dog, lying on the thatched corner.

Look at the sag on this thatch, at least a dozen people can rest on the thatched pile in the house on weekdays.

The air is filled with the sweaty smell that is unique to the men who don't bathe all the year round. The smell of a stinky foot scorpion is almost consolidating into the essence. It is like a wire that constantly rushes into the nose of Chutian, which makes Chutian very helpless.

Difficult to turn his head, Chutian saw five or six poorly textured wooden bows hanging on the wall to see the crack on the bow arm. Chutian dare to bet that the bow will not have a range of more than twenty feet.

Under the wooden bow, several wooden spears are placed against the wall.

The work of the wooden spear is also very poor, the gun also splits the gap, and the metal gun has a trace of rust on it, obviously no one has carefully maintained it on weekdays. Especially looking at the marks on the gun head, these gun heads can be some years old, and the fronts are worn out most of them. Chutian is very suspicious. If this thing is used to pick up the old hens, can you shoot them with a shot.

Two old hens squatting on the belly of Chutian, afraid of the past, a long-length cockroach crawled out from the thatched pile under Chutian, and the two old hens swooped up quickly, ' Giggle's screaming at the same time.

A chicken flies and a dog jumps, two old hens collide together, and they run away without knowing where they are going. The two old hens swiftly slammed a few times to the companion. One accidentally, an old hen rips a paw in the old yellow On the nose of the dog.

The old yellow dog '嗷呜' screamed, and he jumped up and slammed it out. The old hen's **** was bitten by the old yellow dog and ran into the old hen of the hut. Screaming and fluttering out of the hut.

The old yellow dog screamed aloud, and he had no strength to chase after the old hens. Angrily spit out the chicken feathers in the mouth, the old yellow dog looked at Chutian gently and friendly, simply pulled the dog's head on Chutian's shoulder and continued to sleep.

"It's a good dog!" Chutian couldn't help but laugh.

He discovered that his voice was hoarse and ugly. The eyes of the blind man seemed to have seven or eight hundred embroidery needles, and the burning tingling, but it was very chilly. Every word had to be very difficult to get from the eyes of the blind. Extrusion.

Condensed in the inner vision, the gods in the heavens, the white glass lamp 盏 quietly suspended there, a little sesame grain size, the blue faint light is very weak, but very firmly suspended in the lamppost quietly burning.

There was only one extremely weak, lighter red and two-color airflow in the lamp scorpion, which barely maintained the light.

The heavenly soul of Chutian, the soul of more than nine feet tall, is suspended like a zombie in the side of the lamppost. The thick layer of ice from the cathode chills seals his soul, so that his soul can not be used.

The body's mana is still frozen, and only a tiny amount of heat is circulating in the meridians, which makes Chutian's body barely maintain a vitality.

Difficult, long took a breath, Chutian shouted in a low voice: "Rat Lord?"

On the giant ship, I saw a sudden change in Tianlu, and then it was the real big explosion that collapsed. The last shot in Chutian’s memory was that the giant ship suddenly broke, and the mouse had a weird evil smile. Flying, the long tail wrapped around his body and dragged him out of the collapsed ship.

After that, there is no feeling after that.

Cathodic chilling is a good thing. No matter how many impacts Chutian was taken away by the Rat, how many injuries suffered, no feeling anyway.

"Just... sir?" Chutian whispered.

No movement, the mouse is not nearby, Chutian does not know where he is. At this moment, his whole body feels almost completely frozen, but he can barely see, can listen, can say... In fact, it is no different from a living dead.

However, it seems to be slightly better than when you took the cathode chill on the huge ship.

Difficult to take a deep breath, Chu Tian slowly tried to move the fingers. At first, nothing happened, but after a long time, I didn’t know how long it took, and the ten fingers finally came with a weak reaction, then the arms and arms.

The little insignificant heat flow in the body slowly flowed, Chutian was extremely difficult, struggling with a little bit of straightness, leaning against the earth wall around him.

The old yellow dog widened his eyes and looked at Chutian, then he sighed again, resting his head on Chutian's calf and continuing to sleep.

Chu Tian shook his head, and he struggled hard. In the end, he slanted and stood up extremely hard. Gently touched the head of the old yellow dog, Chu Tian hands on the wall, shaking in one step and three, like a seriously ill ill, squatting, step by step, so easy to walk to the door of the hut.

Slowly, twitching open the door, Chutian saw a huts piled up indiscriminately.

The fields were full of poultry such as chickens and ducks. The dogs were not very strong. They were stunned under the eaves. Several rags and sullen men with rough squirrels on their faces. I was hurriedly passing by the corner of several dozen feet.

Suddenly there was a screaming scream in the distance: "The stockade was broken and broken! The officers and men came in! Rush, scream!"

Chutian's body suddenly stiffened - what is the situation? The stockade is broken? Are the officers and men coming in? You...two uncle!