On the east side of Shishan Mountain, the members of the Dragon Group have a clear division of labor. It can be said that they are busy with logging, transporting, and picking piles. If it's not for their special status, then they are a real lumberjack.
To the south of the stone mountain, a large number of masters from the God Control Organization brought in countless woods and set up a three-meter-diameter fire. The crackling noises from the burning wood were one after another. And he was constantly adding firewood to it, after all, the Lord of the Punishment said that he couldn't let it go out.
The prince standing next to him with a cigarette in his mouth, looked at the fire in front of him, and whispered: "Look at our boss, it seems that he is afraid and hate the Lord of the punishment. I really don’t know this time. Is the alliance of major organizations a blessing or a curse?"
Ye Ruqing next to him, added firewood to the fire, and smiled bitterly: "Recently, I heard news that our boss seems to be the nephew of the Lord of Prison Punishment, and I don't know if this is true or not."
"No?" The prince was surprised.
"I just heard that, I don't know if it is, so don't ask me." Ye Wuqing quickly put aside the relationship.
"What are you whispering, work hard."
Ye Wuqing and the prince turned their heads and saw that the leader of the intelligence team was cold, and immediately respectfully said: "I have seen the leader of Leng."
Leng Ce looked around, and whispered to the two of them: "Don't chew your tongue behind, or you will be your fate if misfortune comes out of your mouth."
As soon as the words came out, the two shivered, and then they hurriedly said they dare not. After the cold policy was gone, Shi Feng, the prodigal son on one side, came over, looked at the two with evil eyes, and said with great interest: "The boss is the most evasive when talking about his family affairs, so you know it in your heart. Don't say it."
Watching the prodigal son Shi Feng come and go leisurely, the prince and Ye Wuqing looked at each other, and both saw the affirmative answer in each other's eyes.
To the west of Shishan Mountain, a large number of masters from the Brotherhood went to the base site to collect a lot of weapons, then used internal force to soften them, and then used a cauldron to refine them into hot molten iron and pour them into the pit dug nearby. And more than one big iron pot, more than a dozen iron pots are refining at the same time. After all, the pit dug is a circle, three meters in diameter and half a meter in depth. It can be imagined how much molten iron is needed to fill it up.
To the north of the stone mountain, a large number of female assassins in the Blood Draeda are now helpless, all of them screaming and shouting in a daze. Almost all cursed that the master of the punishment was not human or partial.
Because their task is to arrange a reservoir with a diameter of no less than three meters in the north. But the pit was dug and the water was brought in from a far away base, but after it was poured in, it was found that the poured water was missing and invaded into the ground along the pit. After all, after many years of high temperature, the surrounding land has caused the land to dry and crack. There is no trace of water. Naturally, the soil layer below has cracked large gaps. When water comes in, it can be immersed in it, and water can still be stored there.
"I don't want to do it!" Mayfair dropped the bucket in her hand and began to sneer.
"That's right, this is too bullying." Xinxin, the little Nizi, was exhausted and out of breath: "I just transported water and saw that other organizations are about to do their tasks, but we can't store any water. Is it clear that we are going to use our blood tulu to have a knife?"
"Yes, why do we store water? Is it because the old saying that our women are made of water, so we come to store water? Fuck him and punish him."
The bloody female assassins present complained and began to strike. There is everything, anyway, it is just quitting, after all, doing it is for nothing.
"Don't complain." Shuangshuang screamed: "If complaining is useful, or if it allows us to escape the penalty after failing to complete the task, then everyone will continue to complain."
"Sister Shuangshuang, it's not that we complain, but that we can't store water at all. How do you tell us to store it?" Yaoshan said angrily.
"Then everyone quickly find a way. After all, the punishment will not let us off the sin of not completing the task for this reason." Shuangshuang took a sigh of relief and continued: "Aren't you failing to see that the lady has taken us The Lord of the Punishment gave the order, so our life and death here are determined by the Lord of the Punishment, and it will be useless to find the wife."
"What can I do? There is no way at all. The land here is dry and cracked, and all the water is lost. Unless the land here becomes no cracks."
"Yes, if we don't solve the problem of land cracks, no matter how much water we pour, it will be in vain."
Various voices came and went one after another. After all, they were right. If the problem of the land sucking water is not solved, then everything is wild.
"You idiots, it's been so long without any water being stored. Do you want to wait to die?"
The voice was the voice of a man, causing the witches to look around one after another, and finally raised their heads and found the man in the black robe on the rock above the stone mountain. And there are a lot of black-robed people on it, and these black-robed people are using mud to quickly seal the surface of the retaining stone mountain. Because of the light at night, I couldn't see who the talking man was. But by listening to the sound, Shuangshuang had already distinguished that it was the windlessness of the punishment.
"Are you punishing prison for too bullying? You want us to store water, don't you know that there are many cracks in the land here?" Shuangshuang stared at the windlessness above the stone mountain.
"That is, we can change it if we have the ability. You come to store water and see if you can store it?" Liu Er scolded.
"Huh!" The windless person on the top of the stone mountain snorted coldly: "You only know to complain, and you don't want to use your brain. If you go on like this, the time comes. You just wait to be destroyed."
"You need to use your brain. In the current situation, even your prison master can't do it. Isn't it just killing? Who is afraid of anyone? The big deal is to fight you in prison."
"Yes, a fight to the death!"
The witches of the Blood Drab shouted one after another, causing the windless person on the stone mountain to shake his head and laugh bitterly. Just listen to him: "If you can't complete the task, do you think the prisoner punishes you?"
"Isn't it?" Mayfair said with disdain.
"If you can't accomplish the task, and if we can punish you in jail, then everything is nothing. But you don't know that it is not your business, but the business of all of our organizations. Because we did it. All this is to prevent the demon monk from defying the sky. Once we fail to prevent it and let the demon monk succeed in defying the sky, do you know what the consequences are? What is waiting for us?" The words behind Wufeng almost roared with strong anger. from.
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