Salivating from the corner of the young man's mouth unknowingly, he also unknowingly.
Yiwen suppressed the nausea in her heart, and a pistol appeared in her hand as soon as her thoughts moved.
This is the standard pistol of the US military, with only ten bullets, which is different from the ugly potbelly pistol designed by Kinomoto. When choosing weapons, Yiwen liked this type of firearm very much, and she liked it at a glance.
Although the potbelly pistol has a huge ammunition capacity, it is useless. It is only useful when facing a lot of monks. In the face of one or two monks, a small pistol is enough. If ten bullets can't solve the problem, just hold the ammunition. Five hundred rounds of guns are useless.
Before the young man could react, Yiwen shot his thigh without blinking his eyes. After the loud gunfire, the young man's thigh was suddenly broken and his flesh and blood flew. It was the first time Yiwen had killed someone face-to-face. Although a young man was not a good person, he was a flesh and blood person, and she was under tremendous pressure in her heart.
Yiwen immediately backed up a few steps, pointed the gun at the young man, and shouted: "You be honest, don't move."
"Ah—" the young man let out a scream that didn't look like a human yelling. He crooked and fell to the ground, gritted his teeth and looked at Yiwen and said, "Devil, you are the devil."
"Boo." Yiwen almost closed her eyes and fired a shot at the other leg of the young man, blasting the part below the knee again.
"Ah—" This time, the young man fainted altogether, and normal people couldn't bear such a huge pain. Even a monk is strong when his body is intact, and the pain after injury is a lot.
Then Yiwen, with a deep heart, methodically disarmed the young man who had fainted. A set of high-level magic artifact coat made Yiwen very jealous. She was wearing only low-level magic artifact clothes, which belonged to the monks. The cheapest clothes.
Put all the storage space of the young man away, stop the bleeding, and do the simplest dressing. These techniques are all learned during the training. But she did not learn the hemostasis technique to cut the pulse. Instead, she adopted the cruelest cautery technique, which is to use a flat iron tool, which burns red, and directly presses it on the young man’s wound, allowing the high temperature to damage the blood vessels in the wound. Connected with muscles and bones, the advantage of this is that there is no need for additional treatment together with disinfection. The disadvantage is that the young man’s legs are completely disabled and can no longer be connected to the prosthesis unless an amputation is performed from the base of the thigh. In that case, the legs are shortened again.
The process of cautery awakened the young man from a coma. After seeing Yiwen, he gritted his teeth and said: "You will not die, you will definitely enter the eighteenth hell."
"People like you haven't entered the eighteenth-layer hell, how could I enter the hell?" Yiwen's face was smiling, and she was still so innocent and cute that the young people couldn't help but fought a cold war.
Then Yiwen pointed the gun at the young man's head and asked, "Where are the sisters I came over the other day? Take me to find them, and use them in exchange with you."
"Don't think about it." The young man was very tough. Looking down at the weapon in Yiwen's hand, it was not even a low-level magic weapon, it was a piece of stubborn iron. The young man was very puzzled. He didn't know how this piece of iron was so powerful. His self-defense magic weapon was penetrated. .
"So, do you still want me to continue torturing you?" Yiwen stretched her leg and kicked the young man's wound.
"Ah—" There was another scream like a pig. The young man sweated from the pain, looked at Yiwen bitterly, and said: "Okay, I will take you to a place where your sisters are all there. Where is it waiting for you."
In this way, the young man whose spells had not diminished at all flew in mid-air, and Yiwen followed closely behind. She still couldn't reach the level of flying in the air. But the young man who was warned did not dare to fly too fast. Yiwen’s muzzle pointed at his back heart. The young man who didn’t even have a defensive weapon knew very well that as long as he moved slightly faster, he would definitely be caught The weapon in Yiwen's hand penetrated her body.
At midnight, the young man came to the side of a small river, pointed to the valley in front of him, and said, "Just under the biggest tree, there is a square stone. Below the stone is the entrance."
He thought that Yiwen would really trade him with the girl he had caught a few days ago. After all, the young Yiwen looked innocent.
But he was wrong. Yiwen knew that her abilities were not the opponents of those monks at all. Just imagine: "There are three million monks in it, there are far-reaching weapons, and spells that she can't even think of, how can you fight against others? Once caught, he will definitely receive the most tragic retaliation. At that time, it would be unhelpful to shout every day."
Looking around, there was no abnormal situation. Yiwen installed the young man in her own space, then remembered the surrounding environment, and quickly left this sinister place.
Wang Laosi was also very surprised after seeing Yiwen. He didn't expect this beautiful girl to find the old nest of the jute pie. He carefully looked at Yiwen with a calm expression, and said with a thumbs up: "Miss Yiwen, you are amazing. Among the people I have met, you really made me look away, and I can't think of your skills. So big, okay, let me see the young man you caught."
After the young man was released, he already knew that he had been played by Yiwen again. He just came out of the storage space and yelled: "Witch, I won't spare you if I'm a ghost."
Yiwen had no mercy, kicked his broken leg, and said, "If you fart, I will cut you off in pieces."
Wang Laoshi looked at them with a grin.
The young man didn't dare to be stubborn anymore, lowered his voice and said, "Don't you want to save your sister? I can exchange it with you. This is your offer."
"Now that I have got what I need, I don't need to exchange it with you. I ask you, are you from the jute faction?"
"...Yes, I am a disciple of the jute school." The young man hesitated for a moment, and answered truthfully.
"How many places are there in your secret lair?" Yiwen asked after receiving instructions from Wang Laoshi.
"There are more than a hundred, witch, do you want to challenge the entire jute faction? You will die without a burial place." The young man gritted his teeth and said.
"So, do you know every secret lair?" Yiwen asked not to be moved by the young men's threat, but still followed her own train of thought.
"Yes, I know, do you really want to challenge the jute pie?" The young man was very surprised. He looked at the smiling and silent Wang Lao Si, and couldn't see the depth.
"Focusing on the place we arrived today, you draw the location of all the nests of the jute pie to show me, if there is a mistake in one place, I will eat all the meat of your whole body." Yi Wen's words were not only frightened. As a young man, even Wang Laosi, who had been born and died countless times, was surprised, and he didn't expect Yiwen to be so cruel. Cannibalism, Wang Laoshi has seen and ate it. Seeing a little girl like Yiwen say such cruel words, there is an illusion in her heart, as if Yiwen is omnipotent, she must have done something like this .
The young man took a pen and drew the location of one hundred and eight nests on a white cloth. His memory is really good, and he even noted the location of these lairs.
After a day, Yiwen still let the young man continue to draw the location of the nest, that is to say, he needs to draw it again.
After three days, I still repainted.
Seven days later, the young man continued to repeat the incident, and there was a fear in his heart, as if what he did would destroy the jute pie, but he was riding a tiger, and everything was beyond his control.
After repeated paintings several times, I checked the positions drawn from memory, and there was no error. Wang Laoshi said with satisfaction: "Okay, what I need is this. If he falsifies, after a few days, he will not remember the illusion, and there will be errors. The three road maps are not bad at all, to prove his words. That's right, this young man is still too arrogant, thinking that no one in the world can clean up the jute pie. Hmph, three million monks are a fart, even if they have fairy tools, it’s not good, Yiwen, you stand After you have done great work, I will take you to see the general. If you rely on the general, you must remember in the future that it was my fourth king who pushed you to the general, and I will rely on you to cover it. "
"My lord, thank you for your care. If I have the day when Yiwen is so prosperous, the kindness of the adult will be unforgettable." Yiwen was not ashamed, and immediately agreed.
"The spoils you seized, I can pretend not to know, you keep it, no matter what it has, it's yours." Wang Laoshi patted Yiwen's head affectionately.
In the past few days, Wang Laoshi never mentioned the spoils, and Yiwen also pretended to forget it. She couldn't help but spit out her tongue and said, "My lord, I'm so busy, I've forgotten this big event, so I'll hand it over to you." Yiwen took off her storage space and handed it to the fourth king.
Waved his hand, Wang Lao Si said very generously: "If I said no, just don't. Keep it. I know that your home is in a bad condition. Give it to your family. In front of the general, the magical immortal You have everything you need, this is nothing, but you should not talk about it to the general. Although he is generous and kind to his subordinates, he is the most serious in doing things. Don't underestimate you because of this trivial matter."
"I know the importance, please rest assured." In Yiwen's mind, a gray-haired old man with a benevolent and tolerant expression appeared. This is Yiwen's understanding of "general", it should be an age. A very large and very tolerant person, this image also represents Yiwen's yearning and ideals. ()