Lord

Jia Xibei was lying on a wide bench, naked all over, with his buttocks slightly pouted, his two white feet hooked together, and weeping.

"I said Hall Master...can you stop crying..." Chen Jun covered his head, crying until he got a headache.

"I, I can't help it..." Jia Xibei pursed his mouth, his small brows were furrowed, tears were falling from his eyelashes, "It really hurts!"

The old craftsman was behind him. It was the first time he had done such a tender back. With one injection, the bright red blood poured on the white meat, brighter than the brightest paint: "Master, you can't be so afraid of pain. It's just getting started."

Hearing what he said at the beginning, Jia Xibei shook his little feet and moved wildly: "Why do you need tattoos when you are the hall master? I... I don't have tattoos, can I?"

Chen Jun was helpless: "There is no senior cadre who doesn't have tattoos. They have a decent mouth, and the team leaders all have tattoos on their backs."

Jia Xibei sniffed: "Woo... If I knew I was going to get a tattoo, I wouldn't be your hall master!"

"Don't talk like a child," Chen Jun severely criticized, "You are already the hall master, and the hall master must act like the hall master!"

"I don't..." Jia Xibei reached for his knee with tears in his eyes, "Xiaojun, please, don't let them tattoo me..."

Chen Jun is not Gao Xiu Yuanzhen, acting like a baby is not easy for him: "The leader of our family in Lancheng is barebacked, it's too embarrassing!"

Jia Xibei saw him so ruthless, and beat him with his fist while crying. At this time, the flesh god came. When he entered the door, he saw Jia Xibei crying. , also cried.

"Ouch, my ancestors!" The two crybabys on the left and the right were both masters who could not be beaten, Chen Jun hurriedly coaxed them, but the old craftsman, no matter what they did, remained focused on the tip of the needle above.

This is a picture of a three-legged black fighting giant python. The three-legged black symbolizes the sun and is carved into the shape of a phoenix bird. A pair of golden wings spread high, extending to Jiaxibei's arms. Strangling the giant python seven inches, holding a golden knife.

The symbol of the moon should be a rabbit, but Chen Jun disagreed, saying that the hall master already looks like a rabbit, and if a rabbit is tattooed again, there is no evil spirit at all... So he chose the boa constrictor, which is also yin, to take the meaning of dragon and phoenix fighting.

Sun and moonlight, there is the sun in the sky, shining its brilliance, and the moon is waxing and waning, shining brightly.

The flesh god sat under the stool, holding Jia Xibei's hand, the two children were twitching and crying to each other, Chen Jun was speechless, he felt that he was not like a ruler, but like an old mother with children...

Fortunately, a younger brother came to report the operation of the newly built wind turbine in the west of the city. Jia Xibei pursed his lips, stared at his red eyes, and asked in a low voice, "How is the effect?"

Wind power transmission is his idea. Without electricity, the lives of ordinary people will be inconvenient, and the skeletal army will not be able to develop. The first thing Lancheng needs to solve is the problem of power supply if it wants to expand westward.

But just to support a few big windmills, he and Chen Jun got into a big fight. It's windy here, but it's all from the west, and Lancheng is a tube city. There is no wind power in the city. If you go out of the city, the safest east of the city is leeward The only option is to set up the unit in the west of the city, which means that we must always be on guard against the invasion of the seven-pointed star.

Jia Xibei persuaded Chen Jun by crying.

The younger brother was originally arrogant and arrogant, but seeing the pitiful hall master, he also whispered: "It's very, very good. Of the twenty windmills recovered from the surrounding area, fifteen of them are working, and the city will be able to supply electricity tonight."

"Hey," Jia Xibei smiled, and looked at Chen Jun proudly, "Xiao Jun, look, I say yes!"

Chen Jun glared at him: "But to maintain these dozen windmills, the labor cost is too high."

After the decisive battle with the seven-pointed star, Lancheng lost [-]% of its combat power, and it was almost an empty city without self-defense capabilities.

"It's not sure who is afraid of whom," Jia Xibei pouted, "Brother Zhu said that even the bones of the skyrocketing arrow sank to the bottom of the lake. Maybe the seven-pointed star's loss is greater than ours."

Just as he was talking, a younger brother rushed to report: "Master, someone is coming from the west!"

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, Chen Jun was nervous: "How many people, do you have combat vehicles, and how many bones are there?"

The younger brother frowned: "There are no combat vehicles and skeletons, only a carrier vehicle."

Um?Jia Xibei and Chen Jun looked at each other, got off the bench, put on their clothes, and went up the tower together holding the flesh god.

There was a transport vehicle parked on the slope, which belonged to Heptagram. The door opened, and a dozen women came down to set up a sliding pole, on which sat an old man with a white beard, trembling towards the city gate.

Jia Xibei didn't understand: "That old man, how dare you let a woman carry it."

He counted them with his fingers. There were twenty-two of them. At least there seemed to be no combatants.

"They want to enter the city." Chen Jun saw the semaphore coming from the enemy building at the city gate.

The flesh god grabbed Jia Xibei's collar and shook his head desperately.

Chen Jun agreed with the view of the flesh god: "Although they are old people and women, what if there is a bomb on them."

"Such a big city," Jia Xibei thought for a while, "you can't go anywhere if you blow it up."

Chen Jun's black line: "Master, are you stupid? Whoever bombed the city will bomb you..."

"Oh," Jia Xibei blushed, and twisted his waist in embarrassment, "I'm not afraid of being bombed, let them in."

"No!" Chen Jun always disagreed with him, "Son of a daughter, don't sit down, I must guarantee your safety!"

"Xiaojun, we urgently need to find out the reality of the seven-pointed star." Jia Xibei handed the body god to the nanny, "Uncle Feng took my hand before he died and asked me to recover the lost land westward. We must do this. If I'm afraid of this and that, and I dare not even meet people, so how can I go west of Lancheng?"

Uncle Feng refers to Feng Guang, which is the last wish of the Supreme Master.

Chen Jun looked at the limp little guy in front of him and nodded.

"Then quickly get all the men in the city," Jia Xibei explained, "let them come along the road from Ximen to the city, especially the imperial ones."

"Why?" Chen Jun didn't understand him.

"Let the seven-pointed star think that we still have a lot of combat power," Jia Xibei blinked his eyes wide. "We want to visit them, and they must also want to visit us, Stupid Xiaojun."

"Oh..." Chen Jun had to admit that Jia Xibei was used to his two older brothers, crying and acting like a spoiled child, but his mind was quite good at critical moments.

He went to do it immediately, and 15 minutes later, Jia Xibei instructed the city gate and lifted the gate.

The white-bearded old man entered the city and walked on the west avenue of the city. Soldiers wearing assistive devices and warriors with new wounds passed by from time to time on both sides of the avenue. It was a natural and peaceful scene of prosperity.

Jia Xibei didn't let them go in, so he was received in the wounded soldiers' hospital, and after entering the courtyard, the old man got off the women's shoulders, raised his chin arrogantly, and sat opposite Chen Jun.

"That..." Chen Jun raised his hand in embarrassment, "That is our city lord."

The old man followed his hand to see a girl with soft hair, white skin and big eyes... a little girl?

Jia Xibei stretched the corner of his clothes and smiled shyly.

The old man stood there in a daze, and it was obvious that he was very surprised. The women who came with him were also very surprised, and all cast curious glances at Jia Xibei.

"That..." The more they looked, Jia Xibei's face became redder, and he pointed to his toes awkwardly, "Grandpa, sit down."

The old man sat down beside him, with a small table in between. There were two cups of tea and a plate of dates on the table, which were the best things Lancheng could produce.

Jia Xibei introduced himself, and then poured tea for the old man. The old man would say a few simple words, and gave his name. He claimed to be the elder of the seven-pointed star, and he came to Lancheng this time to discuss peace.

Chen Jun was surprised. The Supreme Master and Heptagram have been fighting for so many years, and these people have never been subdued. Maybe Jia Xibei's guess is right, and their loss has already hurt their bones.

"It's better not to fight," Jia Xibei laughed, as bright as a little sun, "Be friends and move around."

The old man pointed to the high-mountain cloud flag hanging on the city: "It turned out to be the Hua'er flag, has it changed?"

Jia Xibei nodded: "Lancheng is now a branch of Jialan Church."

"Galan Hall..." The old man wrote it down, pointed to the west again, and circled it with his withered fingers, "You have many windmills."

He was referring to the wind power generation unit. Jiaxibei panicked and lied: "The headquarters of Jialantang is in the east, and a lot of bones will be transported here recently. I am afraid that the electricity will not be enough."

With such a childish face and soft voice, no one would doubt his words. The old man finally showed a serious look, and leaned over to ask, "Was the peony lion the one who killed the arrow to the sky?"

Jia Xibei's heart skipped a beat, even foreigners know Peony Lion?But how could the Peony Lion be involved? What made him think that the Peony Lion was in Lancheng?

With a series of questions, he still imitated his elder brothers, keeping his face calm: "Yes," he asked cleverly, "How did you know, grandpa?"

Chen Jun watched him run the train with a harmless face full of mouth, and couldn't help but sympathize with the seven-pointed star.

The old man didn't answer, and he waved to the women kneeling on the ground as if the situation was over. A young girl in a blue skirt wrapped in a blue cloth crawled out on her knees and crawled at his feet.

"Our woman," the old man winked at her contemptuously, letting her show her face, "give it to the city lord."

A girl of thirteen or fourteen years old, with an apple-like face, light brown eyebrows, and freckles on the bridge of the nose that have not faded away, is as pitiful as a baby bird.

She was trembling, and Jassie noticed the hands clenched on her chest, the same way he did when he was afraid.

The old man said proudly: "Virgin!"

Jia Xibei blushed and was a little angry. He felt that it was not a good thing for him to show off a woman's chastity like a cat and a dog.

"I, I don't want..." Jiaxibei waved his hands quickly, and the old man thought he didn't like it, so he kicked the girl angrily. This was to vent his anger, and it was the worst trampling on a living person.

"Oh, why are you bullying her?" Jia Xibei was anxious.

The old man smiled and said to him: "Women, men don't want it, it's useless."

Jia Xibei suppressed the anger in his heart, impulsively: "Okay, I accept it."

The old man left contentedly and did not agree on a specific truce time. Chen Jun analyzed that Heptagram didn't really want a truce, it was just a tactic to delay the war.

It is difficult to judge whether you want to delay for three months, half a year, or a year.

Jia Xibei thinks that the more heptapods don't want to fight, the more Lancheng must mobilize enough troops as soon as possible, and push westward in one go.

But where are there sufficient troops?

He discussed with Chen Jun until it was dark, but he didn't discuss the reason. After dinner, he returned to the room. There was moonlight in the window, and he saw the freckled girl curled up under the bed.

Jia Xibei blushed: "Why, why did you put her in my room!"

Outside the door were a few nurses doing needlework, covering their mouths and looking into the room. They searched her body, a body that had just begun to develop, and had no weapons.

"That, that..." Jia Xibei called them, "I won't sleep with her, she's a woman!"

The nuns snickered, whispered, and left together.

The girl got up from the ground, like a cat, without a sound.Jia Xibei backed away in a panic, all the way to the wall, she was a little taller than him, and suddenly untied her skirt.

The rustling sound of fabrics made Jia Xibei's heart jump out of his chest. Afraid, he pressed the light switch with his hand, and with a bang, the room was brightly lit, it was the newly activated wind power.

The girl screamed and squatted on the ground with her knees hugged. Her bare back was covered with bruises, blue and red, from being hit with crutches, shoe soles, and some of them had fresh wounds.

Jia Xibei stared blankly, reached out to touch it, and she trembled violently.

There were no boys or girls left at this time, so he helped her up, let her lie down on the bed, covered her with the big skirt that had been taken off, and then went to get ointment from the small closet in the toilet.

Looking back, she turned her head and stared at the light on the roof. It seemed that she rarely saw electricity, which meant that the power supply of the seven-pointed star was also difficult.

Jiaxibei took off his shoes and went to bed, sat with his legs curled up beside her, and scooped out the ointment with his fingers: "Who hit you? Is it a member of the family, or the elder?"

She couldn't understand his words, but seeing his girl-like demeanor and movements, she thought he was strange.

The ointment adhered to the skin, and it was cool and comfortable. She buried her face in the sheet, pulled the skirt off her body again, and opened her legs to Jiaxibei.

"Oh, you..." Jia Xibei covered her face with her hands like a big girl being bullied, "Hurry up, cover it up...the buttocks are exposed."

No words needed at this time, the girl made him laugh at his jerky reaction, giggling like a wild flower just blooming.

"You're still laughing," Jia Xibei pouted, and squinted his eyes to pull her skirt, "If it were someone else, you would suffer for being so good-looking."

She fanned her long eyelashes and looked at him, as if asking: Why aren't you interested in me?

Jia Xibei pursed his lips and said with a blushing face, "I... have someone I like." Thinking of Yuan Zhen, he twisted his waist and shook gently, "We agreed, when I grow up, I will Go find him."

The girl looked at him enviously, with an indelible sadness in her big eyes.

Jia Xibei sighed: "Your place treats women too badly," he said angrily, "When I call there, men will definitely not be allowed to beat women, and everyone will be happy!"