Give Me the Name of God

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Three days later, Butcher Ismail’s banquet was held on the left-wing Xingshan. The 14 bandits on Qixing Mountain came to nine. This does not include the "Sovereign of the Sky" and the butcher himself. It seems that the butcher’s popularity in Qixing Mountain is pretty good. .

Compared with the cottage of the "Lord of the Sky", the butcher’s cottage is a bit cramped. Nine bandit leaders and attendants crowded in the not-so-spacious hall, talking about their heroic deeds, and the overlapping ones were a bit more truthful. There was no overlap. Manda, who was observing in secret, seemed to have seen the reunion of classmates in the previous life, but their topic was bloodier.

The cemetery lord Jamalu said: "Two months ago, I met a few shepherds from Heishui City. The leader was a hard bone. I asked him to leave ten sheep. He refused to live or die. I killed his two younger brothers. He still refused to bow his head. I simply killed everyone around him. As long as he was willing to beg for mercy, I could leave him a way to survive. In the end, this idiot was still holding a stick and fighting with me desperately. I gave his skin to I took it off. You know my craftsmanship. It’s very clean. I spread the skin under the saddle. When I meet the shepherds in Heishui City, I will show them this human skin. After seeing them, There are more rules."

"Jamaru, don't talk about yourself like a hero," Umut, the messenger for life, sneered. "I know about this. You didn't just ask for ten sheep in the beginning, but you also ruined the shepherd's wife. He just tried desperately with you."

Jamalu curled his lips and said, "So what? The woman is dry and thin, and I don't even bother to look at her if I change to normal!"

Ghost Assassin Deszzi asked: "Is there anything special that day? Did you eat the wrong herbs again?"

Jamalu has the habit of eating herbs for many years, not to cure illness, but he listened to a wizard, saying that this would allow him to complete the entry as soon as possible.

Listening to the ridicule of the crowd, Jamalu spit out: "I am the lord of the cemetery. No matter where I go, I should leave a tomb! What qualifications do you have to laugh at me? Are you good people? Siqi, I remember one time when you killed more than 30 people in one go, and they took out everything, but you still didn't let them go."

De Siqi sneered and said: "Killing mortals is the power given to us by the gods, but I have never ruined a woman."

"That's not good for you. Go ask McCord (jungle devil). Last time, a wine vendor passed by. From old to young, he never let go of any man or woman. He even cooked a child. After eating, the cry of the child spread throughout the forest. You have all heard of it!"

After a few glasses of wine, the atmosphere in the hall reached a climax, and the jungle demon McCord said with a hoarse throat: "Why hasn't Master Master come yet?"

The butcher said with a dry smile: "It's almost here."

The lord of the cemetery ate a large piece of bacon and wiped his mouth: "While he hasn't come, let's talk about serious matters. How do you plan to deal with Rose Angel? He hasn't shown up now. Could you rush to Head Xingshan and him? Fight?"

The butcher replied absent-mindedly: "It's okay, it's okay."

The ghost assassin shook his head and said: "This is not a good idea. The rose has thorns, and the thorns are poisonous. If you want to defeat him in his lair, we are probably not enough."

The jungle demon said: "There is also Lord Master!"

The butcher should say: "Yes, there is also Master Domination."

The messenger said: "If Lord Master is willing to take action, we might be able to destroy Qiangwei's lair, then..."

He looked at everyone, and everyone looked at him. The cemetery lord whispered: "We can drive him out of Qixing Mountain by then."

The Ghost Assassin sneered and said, "Don't you want to leave a cemetery on the Head Star Mountain? How could he be missing from that cemetery?"

"You mean to kill him?"

Everyone turned their eyes to the butcher, and the butcher said with a dry smile: "Drink more, eat more meat, and wait for the master to come and talk about serious matters."

Through the window, seeing everyone completely relaxed under the influence of alcohol, Manda felt that the time had come.

He walked into the hall, and under everyone's gaze, he smiled and said, "Everyone, is the food right?"

The lord of the cemetery was startled: "Who are you?"

The Ghost Assassin looked around and said: "I seem to have seen you before."

The jungle demon made a hoarse voice: "You are the one who asks Lord Master for land."

The messenger also thought of Manda: "What is your name, Roman, is your land coming?"

Everyone burst into laughter, and Manda smiled and said: "I have obtained my land. The Dominator of the Sky is a very generous person. He gave me the entire Weixing Mountain and moved to **** alone."

The laughter stopped abruptly. The Ghost Assassin tilted his head and looked at Manda, and asked, "Stupid pig, do you know what you're talking about?"

"I am too lazy to repeat what I said before. I came here to ask everyone a question." Manda moved his shoulder and asked, "Who gave you the nickname? Why does it sound so disgusting?"

"Little bastard!" The cemetery lord picked up the knife, "Believe it or not, I peeled you off!"

"How to peel it? Like this?" Manda suddenly came behind the cemetery lord and shaved off the fat cheek on his right side.

The lord of the cemetery fell to the ground with a cry. Just as the ghost assassin beside him was about to make a move, Manda cut his wrist first.

The jungle demon got up and pounced on Manda. Manda grabbed his hair and pushed it into the boiling pot: "Is that kid's name like that? Your voice doesn't seem loud enough."

The messenger of life was the only one who had the opportunity to draw the sword, but unfortunately his long sword had just been unsheathed, and the lion girl outside the door broke in and stretched out her claws to directly lift off his skull.

The ghost assassin with a broken hand ran out of the door in the chaos, and each bandit leader left a dozen followers outside.

"Where are these idiots?" The Ghost Assassin looked around and finally saw them behind the wooden house. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

The captain's entourage was tied together, and more than a hundred people wriggled in the snow like a meat ball.

Although their mouths are blocked, they can still make a deep whining sound, just like a weird chorus groaning.

Moira and Pluto were busy cutting their necks, pressing them on the ground like a chicken, cutting one by one.

The ghost assassin gagged his mouth with the remaining hand, trying to leave as quietly as possible, but Moira found him just a step away.

In fact, Moira had discovered him a long time ago, but was too lazy to take care of him with the work she was busy with.

"Why did you run out?" Moira looked at the Ghost Assassin and said, "It's dangerous outside, go home quickly!"

The Ghost Assassin wanted to escape desperately, and Sangila, who was patrolling in the air, suddenly swooped down and grabbed his neck.

"Didn't I tell you? It's dangerous outside, don't run around. I was on it just now, and I heard you say that you have killed more than 30 people at a time. I guess you can get away with more than 30 knives."

Sanjira shoved the ghost assassin back into the butcher's hall, and all that should be laid down, Manda was carefully peeling off the graveyard lord's skin.

"Don't call it so loud, you are someone close to the gods. I heard the butcher said that there are hundreds of human skins in your cottage. If I don't bring your belt back, your people will not listen to me. If they do, of course, even if they listen to me, I can keep half of them..."

The blood sprayed layer by layer on the butcher's face, and he was numb to it.

He sat at the dining table, not daring to leave, nor daring to talk nonsense. After a long silence, he picked up his fork and began to eat.

A piece of blood with grease sprayed onto the plate, and the butcher didn't care, fork the meat on the plate, and ate it in one bite.