Chapter 1245
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Seeing Arya, Mu Feng frowned.
The last time I saw Tutan was the same as the one in front of me, with colorful lines on his face, and he couldn't tell who was who, let alone what they were thinking in their hearts.
Not only him, but Hatta beside him is also covered in colorful patterns.
Mu Feng frowned and said, "Get some water to wash them clean, and then bring them here!"
Aryan was very sad and indignant.
Listening to the tone of the other party, I am like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. After washing the water, I can decide how to eat it.
Warrior Da Jiang nodded and dragged the two away, while Zhahe told the story of how to capture Aryan and Hatta.
Hearing that Zahe said that Hatta used the blood of his tribe to smear himself on his body, he couldn't help laughing: "This Hatta is really a fucking talent!"
Zhahe and the others were taken aback for a moment, only to feel that what the chief said was really good, and that one sentence completely explained Hatta's stupidity.
"Yeah, he's really a fucking talent!" Zhahe grinned strangely.
The people around also secretly remembered this sentence.
Soon, Aryan and Hatta were sent.
Aryan is middle-aged and elderly, which can be seen from the wrinkles on the corners of his eyes.
His eyes were brown and flickering, and he didn't look like a good thing.
And his face was very plump compared to the shriveled Hatta next to him, obviously because he had been in a high position for a long time, ate well and slept well.
Even so, his overall complexion is still black and brown, giving people the feeling that the fuel for those looks has been smeared on his body all year round, and has been "marinated".
Hatta's situation is not much better than his, and it can even be described as miserable.
He was thin and shriveled, with all the furrow bones visible, and he looked like the kind who couldn't eat or sleep well with the boss.
The only thing that stands out is his pair of small sneaky eyes, looking around from time to time with anxiety.
For some reason, when Mu Feng saw the eyes of these two people, he thought of a word - rat spirit!
But right now, these two mouse spirits are destined to find it difficult to play any more ideas.
Because what they are facing is an existence that is more mouse-like than them - Wooden Wind!
Mu Feng looked at Aryan with a smile, squatted down and patted his shoulder, and said with a smile: "Look, it still looks pleasing to the eye after washing, how dirty it was just now!"
Aryan felt extremely aggrieved.
The colored patterns on his body were accumulated over the years, and to a mountain tribe member, it represented supreme glory.
In the end, he was washed away by the other party in such a violent way!
Moreover, one of the reasons why Ye Lao was abolished was that the color patterns on his body were washed away.
As an old saying goes, "Tattoos exist, but tattoos perish".
Of course, Aryan didn't want to die.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have tried his best to persuade the people of the Qunshan tribe to take revenge.
It can be said that Mu Feng's unintentional actions had already chilled his heart.
Mu Feng said: "What do I ask you, what do you answer, you can save a lot of torture!
Otherwise, let your life be worse than death! "
In one sentence, concise and to the point, it directly cut off Aryan's many thoughts.
"You, what do you want to know?" Aryan tried his best to calm down, but found that he still couldn't calm down.
Mu Feng ignored him, but looked at Hata: "You too, if you answer slowly, or make up nonsense, you will die!"
Hatta nodded hastily: "Don't worry, the superior, I must have something to say!
Just please don't kill me! "
Mu Feng smiled and said: "That depends on your performance!"
As he said that, his expression changed, and he asked coldly, "How many supplements are there in the mountains?"
"This..." Hatta was about to cry.
Because he couldn't answer the first question.
Aryan also frowned: "Well, I, I don't know, there are about one or two hundred?"
"One hundred or two hundred?"
"Less than two hundred!"
"You are Yalao, I don't know how much?"
"Some tribes have very few people, only a few dozen, and there is no need for restraint, so they don't count..."
"Then how much is restricted by you?" Mu Feng asked.
Aryan rolled his eyes: "The only two mountainous areas that are really under my control are Shanxi and the middle of the mountain. Part of the northern part of the mountain and part of the southern part of the mountain are also subject to my orders. As for Shandong..."
Aryan didn't continue talking.
"Did not say?"
Aryan shook his head: "They didn't obey my order, and no one came this time, otherwise..."
"Otherwise you might beat us?" Mu Feng sneered.
Thinking of the result of this battle, he frowned.
Da Jiang killed more than 500 soldiers, while the other party had only killed more than 3,000 soldiers.
In the end, these four or five thousand people were trapped by two breads, and there were still two or three thousand people who refused to follow.
It can be seen how hard the bones of these barbarians are.
Once such a person is released, he will create crimes for Da Jiang in the future.
And his original intention was to kill as many as he could.
After all, the people in the mountains are wild and unruly, and it would be a disaster to put them back.
Even if there are only two or three thousand left in front of him, it still makes him feel quite tricky.
Aryan saw Mu Feng frowning and pondering, thinking that he was worried about Shandong and dared not make a move. He turned his eyes and said simply: "Although Shandong is only one area, it is the most powerful area among the mountains. Most of Yunmeng, do you know?
No fewer than 30,000 to 50,000 people were defended by the Shandong area.
The reason why they didn't come this time was to confront Yunmeng Dabu! "
His current intention is obvious: Although they don't listen to my orders, they are members of my group.
A mountain tribe that can deal with 40,000 to 50,000 tribes is really about to go out of the mountain, you have to weigh it yourself.
Mu Feng looked strange.
This Aryan is really running the train with his mouth full of words, not telling the truth.
He is still talking nonsense when he is about to die, it seems that there is no need to keep him, so he has to find another way.
If it doesn't work, I have to ask Truffle to bring the Shandong woman named Heiduo over, ask about the situation face to face, and then make a plan.
He waved his hand and looked at Zhahe: "Give him to Chaolu and let him take him back to Blue Bird City!"
Zhahe understood, nodded and grinned grinningly, grabbed Arya and took him away.
Aryan panicked and shouted in horror: "You, you can't kill me! I am Yalao of the mountains, if you kill me, you will bear the wrath of my sons from the mountains!"
"Oh?" Mu Feng looked at the prisoners in the mountains not far away, "Will you avenge him?"
Most of the mountain warriors were silent, only a few shook their heads.
Mu Feng glanced roughly, and thought: "These people can't be released for the time being!"
Then he patted Hatta on the shoulder with a smile and asked, "Do you know what will happen to him?"
Hatta was still in shock, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "He, he didn't tell the truth?"
"That's right!" Mu Feng laughed, "The Yunmeng Department has long been wiped out, and Shandong District is also the weakest district among your mountains...
Tell me, should this Aryan die? "
Hata nodded subconsciously at first, then shook his head hastily, and finally was at a loss, begging Mufeng with a crying voice: "Go up, go up, please don't kill me!
As long as you don't kill me, you can ask me to do anything! "
Mu Feng shook his head: "I don't want you to do anything, just answer my questions honestly, can you do it?"
Hatta nodded deeply: "You ask, you ask, I will tell you everything I know!"
"it is good!"
(end of this chapter)
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Seeing Arya, Mu Feng frowned.
The last time I saw Tutan was the same as the one in front of me, with colorful lines on his face, and he couldn't tell who was who, let alone what they were thinking in their hearts.
Not only him, but Hatta beside him is also covered in colorful patterns.
Mu Feng frowned and said, "Get some water to wash them clean, and then bring them here!"
Aryan was very sad and indignant.
Listening to the tone of the other party, I am like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. After washing the water, I can decide how to eat it.
Warrior Da Jiang nodded and dragged the two away, while Zhahe told the story of how to capture Aryan and Hatta.
Hearing that Zahe said that Hatta used the blood of his tribe to smear himself on his body, he couldn't help laughing: "This Hatta is really a fucking talent!"
Zhahe and the others were taken aback for a moment, only to feel that what the chief said was really good, and that one sentence completely explained Hatta's stupidity.
"Yeah, he's really a fucking talent!" Zhahe grinned strangely.
The people around also secretly remembered this sentence.
Soon, Aryan and Hatta were sent.
Aryan is middle-aged and elderly, which can be seen from the wrinkles on the corners of his eyes.
His eyes were brown and flickering, and he didn't look like a good thing.
And his face was very plump compared to the shriveled Hatta next to him, obviously because he had been in a high position for a long time, ate well and slept well.
Even so, his overall complexion is still black and brown, giving people the feeling that the fuel for those looks has been smeared on his body all year round, and has been "marinated".
Hatta's situation is not much better than his, and it can even be described as miserable.
He was thin and shriveled, with all the furrow bones visible, and he looked like the kind who couldn't eat or sleep well with the boss.
The only thing that stands out is his pair of small sneaky eyes, looking around from time to time with anxiety.
For some reason, when Mu Feng saw the eyes of these two people, he thought of a word - rat spirit!
But right now, these two mouse spirits are destined to find it difficult to play any more ideas.
Because what they are facing is an existence that is more mouse-like than them - Wooden Wind!
Mu Feng looked at Aryan with a smile, squatted down and patted his shoulder, and said with a smile: "Look, it still looks pleasing to the eye after washing, how dirty it was just now!"
Aryan felt extremely aggrieved.
The colored patterns on his body were accumulated over the years, and to a mountain tribe member, it represented supreme glory.
In the end, he was washed away by the other party in such a violent way!
Moreover, one of the reasons why Ye Lao was abolished was that the color patterns on his body were washed away.
As an old saying goes, "Tattoos exist, but tattoos perish".
Of course, Aryan didn't want to die.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have tried his best to persuade the people of the Qunshan tribe to take revenge.
It can be said that Mu Feng's unintentional actions had already chilled his heart.
Mu Feng said: "What do I ask you, what do you answer, you can save a lot of torture!
Otherwise, let your life be worse than death! "
In one sentence, concise and to the point, it directly cut off Aryan's many thoughts.
"You, what do you want to know?" Aryan tried his best to calm down, but found that he still couldn't calm down.
Mu Feng ignored him, but looked at Hata: "You too, if you answer slowly, or make up nonsense, you will die!"
Hatta nodded hastily: "Don't worry, the superior, I must have something to say!
Just please don't kill me! "
Mu Feng smiled and said: "That depends on your performance!"
As he said that, his expression changed, and he asked coldly, "How many supplements are there in the mountains?"
"This..." Hatta was about to cry.
Because he couldn't answer the first question.
Aryan also frowned: "Well, I, I don't know, there are about one or two hundred?"
"One hundred or two hundred?"
"Less than two hundred!"
"You are Yalao, I don't know how much?"
"Some tribes have very few people, only a few dozen, and there is no need for restraint, so they don't count..."
"Then how much is restricted by you?" Mu Feng asked.
Aryan rolled his eyes: "The only two mountainous areas that are really under my control are Shanxi and the middle of the mountain. Part of the northern part of the mountain and part of the southern part of the mountain are also subject to my orders. As for Shandong..."
Aryan didn't continue talking.
"Did not say?"
Aryan shook his head: "They didn't obey my order, and no one came this time, otherwise..."
"Otherwise you might beat us?" Mu Feng sneered.
Thinking of the result of this battle, he frowned.
Da Jiang killed more than 500 soldiers, while the other party had only killed more than 3,000 soldiers.
In the end, these four or five thousand people were trapped by two breads, and there were still two or three thousand people who refused to follow.
It can be seen how hard the bones of these barbarians are.
Once such a person is released, he will create crimes for Da Jiang in the future.
And his original intention was to kill as many as he could.
After all, the people in the mountains are wild and unruly, and it would be a disaster to put them back.
Even if there are only two or three thousand left in front of him, it still makes him feel quite tricky.
Aryan saw Mu Feng frowning and pondering, thinking that he was worried about Shandong and dared not make a move. He turned his eyes and said simply: "Although Shandong is only one area, it is the most powerful area among the mountains. Most of Yunmeng, do you know?
No fewer than 30,000 to 50,000 people were defended by the Shandong area.
The reason why they didn't come this time was to confront Yunmeng Dabu! "
His current intention is obvious: Although they don't listen to my orders, they are members of my group.
A mountain tribe that can deal with 40,000 to 50,000 tribes is really about to go out of the mountain, you have to weigh it yourself.
Mu Feng looked strange.
This Aryan is really running the train with his mouth full of words, not telling the truth.
He is still talking nonsense when he is about to die, it seems that there is no need to keep him, so he has to find another way.
If it doesn't work, I have to ask Truffle to bring the Shandong woman named Heiduo over, ask about the situation face to face, and then make a plan.
He waved his hand and looked at Zhahe: "Give him to Chaolu and let him take him back to Blue Bird City!"
Zhahe understood, nodded and grinned grinningly, grabbed Arya and took him away.
Aryan panicked and shouted in horror: "You, you can't kill me! I am Yalao of the mountains, if you kill me, you will bear the wrath of my sons from the mountains!"
"Oh?" Mu Feng looked at the prisoners in the mountains not far away, "Will you avenge him?"
Most of the mountain warriors were silent, only a few shook their heads.
Mu Feng glanced roughly, and thought: "These people can't be released for the time being!"
Then he patted Hatta on the shoulder with a smile and asked, "Do you know what will happen to him?"
Hatta was still in shock, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "He, he didn't tell the truth?"
"That's right!" Mu Feng laughed, "The Yunmeng Department has long been wiped out, and Shandong District is also the weakest district among your mountains...
Tell me, should this Aryan die? "
Hata nodded subconsciously at first, then shook his head hastily, and finally was at a loss, begging Mufeng with a crying voice: "Go up, go up, please don't kill me!
As long as you don't kill me, you can ask me to do anything! "
Mu Feng shook his head: "I don't want you to do anything, just answer my questions honestly, can you do it?"
Hatta nodded deeply: "You ask, you ask, I will tell you everything I know!"
"it is good!"
(end of this chapter)
Seeing Arya, Mu Feng frowned. The last time I saw Tutan was the same as the one in front of me, with colorful lines on his face, and he couldn't tell who was who, let alone what they were thinking in their hearts. Not only him, but Hatta beside him is also covered in colorful patterns. Mu Feng frowned and said, "Get some water to wash them clean, and then bring them here!" Aryan was very sad and indignant. Listening to the tone of the other party, I am like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. After washing the water, I can decide how to eat it. Warrior Da Jiang nodded and dragged the two away, while Zhahe told the story of how to capture Aryan and Hatta. Hearing that Zahe said that Hatta used the blood of his tribe to smear himself on his body, he couldn't help laughing: "This Hatta is really a fucking talent!" Zhahe and the others were taken aback for a moment, only to feel that what the chief said was really good, and that one sentence completely explained Hatta's stupidity. "Yeah, he's really a fucking talent!" Zhahe grinned strangely. The people around also secretly remembered this sentence. Soon, Aryan and Hatta were sent. Aryan is middle-aged and elderly, which can be seen from the wrinkles on the corners of his eyes. His eyes were brown and flickering, and he didn't look like a good thing. And his face was very plump compared to the shriveled Hatta next to him, obviously because he had been in a high position for a long time, ate well and slept well. Even so, his overall complexion is still black and brown, giving people the feeling that the fuel for those looks has been smeared on his body all year round, and has been "marinated". Hatta's situation is not much better than his, and it can even be described as miserable. He was thin and shriveled, with all the furrow bones visible, and he looked like the kind who couldn't eat or sleep well with the boss. The only thing that stands out is his pair of small sneaky eyes, looking around from time to time with anxiety. For some reason, when Mu Feng saw the eyes of these two people, he thought of a word - rat spirit! But right now, these two mouse spirits are destined to find it difficult to play any more ideas. Because what they are facing is an existence that is more mouse-like than them - Wooden Wind! Mu Feng looked at Aryan with a smile, squatted down and patted his shoulder, and said with a smile: "Look, it still looks pleasing to the eye after washing, how dirty it was just now!" Aryan felt extremely aggrieved. The colored patterns on his body were accumulated over the years, and to a mountain tribe member, it represented supreme glory. In the end, he was washed away by the other party in such a violent way! Moreover, one of the reasons why Ye Lao was abolished was that the color patterns on his body were washed away. As an old saying goes, "Tattoos exist, but tattoos perish". Of course, Aryan didn't want to die. Otherwise, he wouldn't have tried his best to persuade the people of the Qunshan tribe to take revenge. It can be said that Mu Feng's unintentional actions had already chilled his heart. Mu Feng said: "What do I ask you, what do you answer, you can save a lot of torture! Otherwise, let your life be worse than death! " In one sentence, concise and to the point, it directly cut off Aryan's many thoughts. "You, what do you want to know?" Aryan tried his best to calm down, but found that he still couldn't calm down. Mu Feng ignored him, but looked at Hata: "You too, if you answer slowly, or make up nonsense, you will die!" Hatta nodded hastily: "Don't worry, the superior, I must have something to say! Just please don't kill me! " Mu Feng smiled and said: "That depends on your performance!" As he said that, his expression changed, and he asked coldly, "How many supplements are there in the mountains?" "This..." Hatta was about to cry. Because he couldn't answer the first question. Aryan also frowned: "Well, I, I don't know, there are about one or two hundred?" "One hundred or two hundred?" "Less than two hundred!" "You are Yalao, I don't know how much?" "Some tribes have very few people, only a few dozen, and there is no need for restraint, so they don't count..." "Then how much is restricted by you?" Mu Feng asked. Aryan rolled his eyes: "The only two mountainous areas that are really under my control are Shanxi and the middle of the mountain. Part of the northern part of the mountain and part of the southern part of the mountain are also subject to my orders. As for Shandong..." Aryan didn't continue talking. "Did not say?" Aryan shook his head: "They didn't obey my order, and no one came this time, otherwise..." "Otherwise you might beat us?" Mu Feng sneered. Thinking of the result of this battle, he frowned. Da Jiang killed more than 500 soldiers, while the other party had only killed more than 3,000 soldiers. In the end, these four or five thousand people were trapped by two breads, and there were still two or three thousand people who refused to follow. It can be seen how hard the bones of these barbarians are. Once such a person is released, he will create crimes for Da Jiang in the future. And his original intention was to kill as many as he could. After all, the people in the mountains are wild and unruly, and it would be a disaster to put them back. Even if there are only two or three thousand left in front of him, it still makes him feel quite tricky. Aryan saw Mu Feng frowning and pondering, thinking that he was worried about Shandong and dared not make a move. He turned his eyes and said simply: "Although Shandong is only one area, it is the most powerful area among the mountains. Most of Yunmeng, do you know? No fewer than 30,000 to 50,000 people were defended by the Shandong area. The reason why they didn't come this time was to confront Yunmeng Dabu! " His current intention is obvious: Although they don't listen to my orders, they are members of my group. A mountain tribe that can deal with 40,000 to 50,000 tribes is really about to go out of the mountain, you have to weigh it yourself. Mu Feng looked strange. This Aryan is really running the train with his mouth full of words, not telling the truth. He is still talking nonsense when he is about to die, it seems that there is no need to keep him, so he has to find another way. If it doesn't work, I have to ask Truffle to bring the Shandong woman named Heiduo over, ask about the situation face to face, and then make a plan. He waved his hand and looked at Zhahe: "Give him to Chaolu and let him take him back to Blue Bird City!" Zhahe understood, nodded and grinned grinningly, grabbed Arya and took him away. Aryan panicked and shouted in horror: "You, you can't kill me! I am Yalao of the mountains, if you kill me, you will bear the wrath of my sons from the mountains!" "Oh?" Mu Feng looked at the prisoners in the mountains not far away, "Will you avenge him?" Most of the mountain warriors were silent, only a few shook their heads. Mu Feng glanced roughly, and thought: "These people can't be released for the time being!" Then he patted Hatta on the shoulder with a smile and asked, "Do you know what will happen to him?" Hatta was still in shock, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "He, he didn't tell the truth?" "That's right!" Mu Feng laughed, "The Yunmeng Department has long been wiped out, and Shandong District is also the weakest district among your mountains... Tell me, should this Aryan die? " Hata nodded subconsciously at first, then shook his head hastily, and finally was at a loss, begging Mufeng with a crying voice: "Go up, go up, please don't kill me! As long as you don't kill me, you can ask me to do anything! " Mu Feng shook his head: "I don't want you to do anything, just answer my questions honestly, can you do it?" Hatta nodded deeply: "You ask, you ask, I will tell you everything I know!" "it is good!" end of this chapter
