In the Heavens

"Bang bang bang..."

A bear slapped the table, and the postman, who was familiar with this scene, quickly brought out the food that had been prepared from the back kitchen.

The people in the station are not surprised by this scene. Almost every hour, this bear monster would come out to eat.

Not only is the back kitchen suffering, but the people in black are also suffering unspeakably. How can people sleep peacefully with the third-level monsters by their side?

No matter how unwilling you are, you can only hold back. Although the bear monster in front of him looks cute, it is a Tier 3 monster after all.

If you disturb the monster to eat, you must be prepared to become the food of the monster. When encountering such an unprovoked existence, the man in black would naturally not risk his life to death.

Now they just hope that the heavy rain will stop soon, send this strange bear away early, and have a good night's sleep.

It's a pity that this idea did not get the support of God. The rain still kept falling, and even if it stopped occasionally, it would fall again soon.

For three days in a row, the heavy rain showed no signs of stopping. The atmosphere in the post station also became dignified, and the only thing that was not affected was the "bear" in the center of the hall.

After sweeping away the food at the fastest speed, Gun Gun stopped the postman who was about to leave, pointed at the pot of "soup" with his paw, and kept shouting.

It seems to be saying: "Don't think that this bear is ignorant, this is not animal milk. It is impossible to fool me!"

The unlucky postman knelt down in a panic, crying, "Master Xiong, please forgive me... Please, please forgive me...

It's not that the villain doesn't give it to you, it's because the animal milk is gone. It rained again and again, we had no way to go out to buy..."

There is no way, according to the drinking method of Gun Gun, a meal of more than ten or twenty catties will consume one or two hundred catties a day.

The dozen or so ewes in the backyard produce only one or two meals of milk every day. The output obviously cannot keep up with the consumption. The previous inventory consumption is gone, and now it is really not discounted.

It's raining too hard outside, so I can't go out to buy. If the rainstorm lasts for ten days and a half months, not only will there be no animal milk, but even food will be a problem.

After all, the food reserves of the post station are prepared according to normal guests. Who knew there would be an extra strange bear with a big stomach, and a bunch of uninvited guests in black.

The scene in front of him confused Gun Gun. He reached out and patted his head, as if he was thinking about what the humanoid monster in front of him was doing.

This is a high-quality dog ​​shit official, and he gives it a lot of food every day, which is much better than that unscrupulous master.

Although the quality of the food is not good, it is better than the large quantity. Unlike the unscrupulous owner, who starved it several times a day, regardless of its uncle Xiong's feelings.

Li Mu, who noticed the abnormality and went downstairs, was immediately amused by the scene of his "stupid and cute" mount.

In fact, I can't completely blame Gun Gun for eating a lot in the past few days. As a Tier 3 monster, Gun Gun has a very high energy requirement.

If you are cultivating a diligent monster, it doesn't matter if you don't eat for a few months by absorbing spiritual energy from the heaven and the earth. It's a pity that Gun Gun belongs to the foodie type, and his natural instinct is to eat.

Almost all the energy needed to improve one's cultivation comes from eating. The food in the post station is all ordinary food, which is obviously not of good quality for Gun Gun, so he can only use the quantity to make up.

At home, it was all spiritual rice, spiritual vegetables, and monster meat, and the energy provided was far beyond what these ordinary foods could compare.

"Hungry", that is purely rolling his own thoughts. A bear that is greedy for food and drink will never be able to get enough to eat.

After waving his hand to rescue the postman who was about to collapse in fright, Li Mu picked up his dazed mount, and regardless of the heavy rain, he went straight out of the post station and started to sneak the panda.

Sitting in the room every day is really boring. It is very necessary to go out to let the wind out. Anyway, with Li Mu's martial arts, he can already keep the rain off his body and his feet in the mud.

Stretching out his hand to pat Rolling's head, Li Mu warned viciously, "Don't get muddy on your body, or you'll starve for three days!"

The best way to deal with foodies is to go hungry. This is the most effective method that Li Mu has summed up for many days to deal with "Gun Gun".

As soon as the front foot stepped out of the station, a group of uninvited guests in red clothes, bamboo hats, coir raincoats, and steel forks surrounded the station.

"Master, something is wrong. People from the Red Cross Society have come, and they have surrounded the post."

Hearing the words of his subordinates, the face of the old man in black suddenly darkened. He sent people to shake people, but he didn't expect that the reinforcements didn't come, but the enemy was called first.

After Zizhumen was destroyed, Yinchuan martial arts reshuffled, and dozens of martial arts forces, large and small, disappeared, and now entered the era of three-legged confrontation.

In addition to their Black Clothes League, there is also the Red Cross Society outside.

The situation in the world is changing. Yesterday we were allies, but now we have become competitors.

Whether it's for Zizhumen's inheritance, or the tasks assigned by the bosses above, they all have the motivation to arrest the remnants of Zizhumen.

After it rained for three days in a row, the people from the Red Cross Society rushed over. Obviously it couldn't be a coincidence.

Either the people he sent fell into the hands of the Red Cross Society, and they couldn't stand the torture to extract a confession, so they confessed; or the people they sent were themselves the Red Cross Society and buried them in the dark inside their Black Clothes League.

Either way, it's a disaster for them. Not only is the mission impossible to complete, but even his family and life are in danger.

The old man in black turned pale ashes when he saw the eight-carried sedan chair that had landed at the door. A rumor in the world instantly appeared in my mind: tiger head mask - forked head.

The head of the Red Cross Club is definitely the most mysterious figure in Yinchuan Wulin. Anyone who has seen his true face is already dead. The only impression left to the people in the arena is - the tiger head mask.

If he met other members of the Red Cross Society, the old man in black would still be able to escape with confidence, but when he encountered the mysterious Fork Head, he really couldn't generate the determination to resist.

"The remnants of Zizhumen are still in this inn, right?"

The gentle and elegant voice sounded and fell into the ears of the people in black, but it was like a thunderstorm.

"yes!"

The old man in black hurriedly replied.

It's a pity that such a hard-working performance did not win the approval of the mysterious fork head, but it was a lightning-like fierce offensive.

Even though he had been prepared for a long time, facing the flying steel fork, the old man in black still couldn't dodge it.

"Since everyone is here, you are useless. Anyway, if you can't seek longevity, you will turn into a speck of dust sooner or later. I will send you a ride in advance, and you will not blame me!"

After wiping the steel fork, the mysterious fork head continued: "In the post station, except for the person we are looking for, there will be no one left!"

Hearing this order, the people from the Hongcha Club all around broke into the door one after another, and started killing in the station.

The first unlucky ones were naturally the men in black in the lobby. Originally thought that everyone was an ally before, and they were also the three major forces of Yinchuan Wulin, and the Red Cross Society would give some face, but they didn't expect that what they waited for was a merciless massacre.

Enemies that suddenly poured in would kill everyone they entered the station. The Li family brothers and their party, who were only planning to watch the excitement, were now also forced to be involved in the killing.

The scene in front of him made Li Mu who was watching the excitement outside very unhappy. Looking at Sao Bao's forked head, Li Mu very much suspected that the guy was out of his mind.

Killing and silence also depends on the target. Knowing that the other party is not young and powerful, but still rushing in to kill and silence is obviously a manifestation of brain flooding.

No, looking at the disappearing postmen. Li Mu understood in an instant that it was not the man in black who leaked the news of his feelings, but this inn.

If the guess is correct, this inn has already defected to the Red Cross Society, so it will report the news as soon as possible.

It's just that the person who delivered the news left too early, didn't see Gun Gun make a move, and underestimated the strength of his group.

After all, only three lieutenants went to serve. With a few innate masters accompanying him, he is already very powerful.

The wrong cognition misled the judgment of the fork head. In order to achieve his goal before the arrival of the Black Clothes League, Chatou chose the most brutal solution—killing people to silence them.

After thinking about it, Li Mu patted Gun Gun's head and said, "Gun Gun, it seems that you are going to starve again this time. That masked guy brought someone to smash your job. If you let them kill your cook ..."

Before he could finish speaking, the original 30 to 50 centimeter roll quickly turned into a two-meter-high giant bear, rushing towards the battlefield.

He only felt that the forked head was being stared at by the giant beast. Just as he turned around, he saw a giant bear rushing towards him, which made him dodge quickly in fright.

Wielding a steel fork to meet the enemy, he was bitten by Gun Gun, only to hear a "click", and the steel fork, which made people in the Yinchuan martial arts fearful, broke at the sound.

The scene in front of him nearly caused Sao Bao's fork to have a nervous breakdown. He has been in the rivers and lakes for hundreds of years, and he has never seen such a perverted third-order monster.

The steel fork, which I painstakingly collected and smelted from cold iron, is only one step away from a fourth-tier weapon, and now it has become a snack for the monster in front of me.

As soon as his mentality collapsed, the kung fu in his hands was inevitably discounted. Especially when he lost his weapon and had to fight hand-to-hand with a Tier 3 monster, it was even worse.