Lord

Cen Zhuo was wearing riding boots, which made his calves look good.

A black tight-fitting jacket with tight cuffs and a neckline high up to the chin. There are guns hung on the waist and hips, but in his right hand he holds a peach, a fresh and tender peach preserved in vacuum.

"It's so sweet!" This is his last peach this winter, and if he wants to eat it again, he will have to wait until next summer.

Push open the iron door of the dismantling workshop with a mechanical hand, hundreds of people are busy assembling the Swallowing Knife inside, the chief dispatcher Yuan Zhen, Gao Xiu and that sissy who loves to cry are also there.

"Brother!" Seeing him, the younger brothers got up and saluted one after another.

Cen Zhuo nodded lazily, and walked through the work area while biting a peach. The Tunsheng Knife had been basically assembled, and it was really four meters high. The armor had been cleaned up, revealing the mighty Roaring Lion Hall emblem on the breastplate.

"Hurry up, leave on time at midnight!" He ordered vaguely while gnawing on a peach pit.

If Lao Wang was rejected in the morning, they might come to grab it on the 88th in the evening. Of course, they might be afraid of the "Peony Lion" identity fabricated by Cen Zhuo, but no matter what, the Swallowing Knife must be transferred out first.

He escorted the car himself.

Looking up at the tall armor, remembering that Lao Wang said that he was "disgraceful without bones", "tsk!" Cen Zhuo sneered, he didn't want to open a hole in his head and let the cold machine poke it in.

Subconsciously, he raised his hand to touch the fake "access port" on the right temple, the scar felt very real.

Turning his gaze, he landed on the weird skeleton in the corner, "Huh?" He walked over and looked up and down suspiciously, "Yuan Zhen, have you ever moved this one?"

Yuan Zhen was discussing the action plan with Gao Xiu, and straightened up: "No."

But the position of the foot has indeed changed. When Cen Zhuo came in the morning, the skeleton's left foot was tilted about fifteen degrees inward, but now it is fully opened outward, as if...someone manipulated it.

"Dual CPU guy." He stretched out his hand towards it, the five fingers that took Taozi were too wet and sticky, he switched to the mechanical hand, and the moment the metal touched the metal, it seemed to be pulled by some force.

Instantly, there was a subtle over-inductance, the diamond on the "finger bone" trembled slightly, and there was a slight tearing pain at the seam between the bone and the machine on the left shoulder.

what happened?Cen Zhuo widened his eyes in astonishment, this left arm didn't seem to belong to him anymore, but it was trembling and affecting him, it seemed that there was a pulse rushing through the steel arm to the heart, making him numb all over...

"Do you like it that much?" There was a familiar voice beside her ear, and there was warmth behind her, which was Lu Jiu's body temperature.

The pulse disappeared, and Cen Zhuo withdrew his hand. The magical attraction just now seemed to have never existed, a supernatural mechanical resonance that humans cannot perceive.

"Equip it if you like it," Lu Jiu said in a low voice, as if coaxing people, "Use the best motors, knives, and guns, install heavy artillery, and paint according to your wishes."

"I don't know how to be a warrior, and it's not like you don't know." Cen Zhuo's voice was lower than his. The distance between them made him uncomfortable, but he tolerated it and didn't say anything.

"You always have to be alone."

"I have you."

"I can still wear the skeleton for three years, what will you do after three years, who will protect you?"

Cen Zhuo found it funny: "I'm only one year younger than you, bro."

"One year, if you can protect yourself for one more year, I will die with peace of mind."

Cen Zhuo frowned: "Ninth brother, you are too close to me."

"A lot of heads are so close to their elder brother."

This is an era when women are scarce, and it is not uncommon for men to have ambiguous relationships with men. Cen Zhuo's face became serious: "I don't like this, you know it."

"I don't worry if you take someone away in a while."

Cen Zhuo didn't speak.

Lu Jiusuo suddenly stretched out his arms to hug him, tightening his grip from behind: "Don't move, just treat him as a brother's hug..."

There are so many younger brothers who saw it and pretended not to see it, so Jia Xibei was dumbfounded, squatting and straightening the steel plate, while twisting his neck to look hard.

Gao Xiu put his big hand on his head and twisted it back for him.

Yuan Zhen saw it from the side and rolled her eyes.

"Brother Xiu," Jia Xibei blinked his watery rabbit eyes, "what are the boss and the boss doing?"

Gao Xiu glared at him: "Don't ask if you don't understand."

Jia Xibei was aggrieved and silent, and turned his head to look after a while. The two were still hugging each other. He put down what he was doing, leaned towards Gao Xiu, covered his mouth and pressed his ear, just about to As he spoke, his calf was swept from behind and he sat down on the ground.

"Oops!" he yelled softly.

There was laughter all around, he patted his buttocks and stood up, blushing and looking back, it was Yuan Zhen who passed him and said to Gao Xiu: "Don't take him with you when you leave."

"I know." Gao Xiu grabbed Jia Xibei's wrist and dragged him to the other side, "This small arm and leg will fall apart if you kick it."

Yuan Zhen snorted and walked away coldly.

"Brother Xiu," Jia Xibei held up Liu Hai and showed him the small entrance, "I have been preparing for several years, I want to be with you..."

"You don't have the ability to wear bones," Gao Xiu said truthfully, "There are too many people in the hall who are better than you."

Jia Xibei blushed, as if about to cry: "But I..."

"Okay," Gao Xiu held his small shoulders and said seriously, "It will be a tough battle to stay tonight, you...protect yourself."

Jia Xibei hesitated to speak, and nodded obediently.

On the other side, Cen Zhuo forcefully pushed Lu Jiusuo away. Lu Jiusuo didn't want to let go, but he was just a mortal without the Vajra Hands, even one centimeter shorter than Cen Zhuosuo.

"Xiao Zhuo..."

"Okay Brother Nine," Cen Zhuo brushed his hair unhappily, "We have been together since we were eleven or twelve years old, fighting and killing for so many years, my hand," he raised his diamond-encrusted left arm, " You used the power station in Baicheng to replace it for me. In the past two years in Shenyang, we have done so hard," he gritted his teeth, "don't ruin everything."

What Lu Jiu understands, he understands too well, the neat cropped hair and the short scar between the brows are the same as his personality, they shouldn't be sloppy: "Yuan Zhen, count the number of people, and load the swallowing knife!"

Cen Zhuo patted him on the shoulder without looking into his eyes, wiped it, and said softly, "The family is in your hands."

The swallowing knife was turned upside down and loaded into the transport vehicle that had scraped off the emblem of the hall, Cen Zhuo entered the driver's cab, Yuan Zhen activated the reincarnation fire, Gao Xiu controlled the black dice, and under the cover of night, a group of people quietly left the Jialan hall through the back door.

Lu Jiusuo watched them go away until the orange-red lights of the transport truck were no longer visible, then he clenched his fists and turned to speak to the people staying behind: "Number 88 may come tonight, if they come, they want to grab our things , will you let me!"

Everyone roared in unison: "No!"

"Then how do we do it!"

"kill--!"

"If they're scared, run away!"

"Catch up and kill—!"

"What if we lose!"

A group of seventeen or eighteen-year-old children shouted loudly: "We will die with them!"

"Okay!" Lu Jiusuo ordered, "Open the door, wear all the skeletons, and set up three barriers at the main entrance, the dismantling workshop, and the president's building. Tonight we have no way out, only a bloody battle!"

"Bloody battle forward—!" Everyone moved into action, those who wore bones, those who erected roadblocks, those who were looking for ambush positions, the soldiers were silent, but they were well-trained.

Lu Jiu climbed up to the second stage at the Vajra Hand's knee joint, and was about to open the controller's compartment, when there was the characteristic movement sound of metal skeletons outside the door, and with a huff, all the conventional guns and photon guns were hugged to their chests by the younger brothers.

Lu Jiusuo was not in a hurry to get into the bones, but raised his left hand high, everyone held their breath, and when he swung his big hand down, they began to strangle mercilessly.

The cold wind blew the door, creaking, and a bright yellow swayed in the dark night. Lu Jiusuo quickly clenched his fists, jumped down from King Kong's hand, pressed down the barrels of the younger brothers, and strode towards the door.

"Why are you!" He opened his arms.

A bright yellow skeleton stepped into the Garan Hall, with a standard three-meter height, a set of twenty gun barrels on each of the left and right arms, air-cooled design, and a metal ring like a backlight behind the head, with a firing gun set every ten centimeters. Holes, which can be equipped with large metal bullets such as armor-piercing bullets and shotguns, are the backbone of the Liberation Army.

The controller's cabin opened, and a small man who was about the same age as Lu Jiusuo jumped down and hugged him warmly: "My boss asked me to come, I dare not not come!"

"Old Fang, you shouldn't have come," Lu Jiu said in a low voice, "Tonight, Jia Lantang will bleed."

Lao Fang looked around: "I see, Jiusuo, I just want to ask you a word."

Lu Jiusuo didn't know him for a long time, but they hit it off very well. In Shenyang's three-pronged situation, it was difficult for the presidents to talk to each other, and they had to rely on their family members to mediate among them.

"Shit, it's in Jialantang," Lu Jiu said happily, "I don't have anything else."

"In the car," Lao Fang took a step forward, "what's there?"

Sure enough, the Liberation Army didn't know the inside story, so Lu Jiusuo firmly held his hand: "Old Fang, go now..."

Before the words were finished, a shell suddenly landed in the middle of the courtyard. It was so powerful that it knocked Sun Moonlight and the Vajra Hand down. Lu Jiusuo lay down on the old Fang, screaming in his ears, and he looked up at him in astonishment. The courtyard was full of flames, this was not a conventional cannon, not even a neutron cannon, but something Shenyang had never seen before!

The skeletal army on the 88th rushed into the yard. The first one was the old Wang, followed by several groups of unfamiliar skeletons in a triangular formation. Before Cen Zhuo left, he discussed with Lu Jiusuo that no more than two high-level skeletons could come on the 88th. But at this moment, Lu Jiusuo was stunned by the sight in front of him. The other party had at least five hundred-and-eighth-level bones!

"Defend! Defend! Don't mess around!" He ran towards the shocked Vajra Hand, and was pulled by someone at his feet. It was the old Fang with a face full of mud: "Jusuo, those are not the bones of No. 88!"

As far as Lu Jiu knows, it's not No. 88's, whose is it?He jumped onto Vajra Hand's ankles, braved the hail of bullets and rushed towards the controller's cabin. At the same time, he ran towards the sun and moonlight. Inadvertently, in front of his line of sight, he saw a pure black skeleton, which was opening its palm towards Lu Jiusuo.

And Lu Jiu was eager to open the controller's cabin, and was exposed within its range.

"Nine Institutes!" Lao Fang raised his head and shouted.

When Lu Jiu heard it, he didn't even turn his head back. He plunged headfirst into the cabin, quickly connected the neurons, and manipulated the Vajrapani to stand up. It took only a few seconds. The metal net bag shot out of the shot was tightly covered, and as the net bag tightened, a terrifying scream came out.

Lu Jiu watched with his own eyes that he was cut into pieces by the iron net.

"I c your mother..." Lu Jiusuo's voice trembled, and he rushed towards that guy. His palm could release the bones of the iron net. He had heard that in the government army's first-generation aircraft formation, the name was Mahamudra, and now it controls Mahamudra. The club is...

The two skeletons collided with each other, and the net bag was too close to be released. Lu Jiu seized the opportunity, grabbed the head of the big handprint, roared wildly, activated the plutonium power, and twisted the "neck".

Dye Society!Mahamudra belongs to Dyeshe!

He turned around abruptly, Vajrapani's defense system caught the attack signal, and a flash of light flashed in front of him, and he clasped his palms together to strike, it was the edge of a giant axe.

Jia Xibei hid under the snowdrift not far from the gate. Before Gao Xiu left, he told him to protect himself, but in front of him...there were all the corpses of Jialantang in front of him. He was anxious and frightened, sobbing and crawling out.

This area is all dead, and the people of No. 88 have already rushed to the disassembly and assembly workshop. Only Vajrapani and two hundred-level eighth-level skeletons are fighting fiercely at the first line of defense at the gate.

With one swinging a huge ax and the other swinging a huge hammer, Lu Jiusuo couldn't hold it anymore.

He has to help him, but how?In desperation, he caught sight of the sun and the moon, and fell on his back, with the cabin door wide open.

Using both hands and feet, he grabbed the cold snow, hot blood, and dripping tears, sobbing and slipping into the driver's cabin, fastened the fixing belt, removed the connector on the right side of the cabin, and stretched his heart and forcefully Dig into the temple.

The emperor, what he has always yearned for... ah ah ah!Pain, unspeakable pain, like a burning pain that splits the whole brain, followed by memories, all happy, painful, forgotten memories—

Dad sat hunched over the edge of the narrow bed, with wounds on his hands from the factory, smiled, and said with tears in his eyes, "Mom is gone, from now on Dad will love you..."

Dad coughed violently, clutching an old tin box in his hand: "Xiao Bei, Dad will soon save enough money, and when he has enough money, he will send you for surgery..."

Dad squatted on the ground with a bruised nose and a swollen face, repeating a sentence like crazy: "When you have the operation and become a warrior, let me see who dares to bully us!"

Then there was the dead body of his father, leaning against the mottled gray wall outside the operating room. Jia Xibei remembered that day, he endured the pain on his temples, but couldn't bear the pain in his heart...

"Ouch!" The neurons were overloaded, he began to vomit, and the vomit spread all over the cabin, and then he seemed to be cut off from the signal with this world, and passed out with black eyes.

Lu Jiu was lucky enough to dodge the hammer on the left, but had no luck to escape the ax on the right. The armor on the back had been chopped off, exposing the dense wiring under the insulating layer.

Otherwise, he knew his own fate clearly, and he hadn't had time to accompany Cen Zhuo through the remaining three years... Kneeling on the ground with the ax blade on his shoulders, his head bowed, he waited for the end of being beheaded soon.

At this moment, machine guns fired from the flanks, and metal bullets hit the opponent's armor. Lu Jiu was taken aback. Is there anyone else in the Jialantang?