Ming Qi slowly plucked the hair that blew on his face, "The strong man means that in my hands, the only beehive that can make them afraid, I want to let them know, are they still hibernating?" Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Of course, this is much better than the real fact that there is nothing in it. The crossbowman also noticed a flaw in his method.

He bit his lip, "Some scams are also based on whims, but there are always some people who happen to be fooled." Ming Qi shook his head, "Even if it's an empty trap, it has to be built from the very bottom, no matter what, it can't be a castle in the air." What kind of birdsong is it?"

"Why, you still believe me when I just proposed such a flawed solution?" the crossbowman questioned.

Ming Qi let out a long breath, "What if you don't believe it, if you don't believe it, it means that we will become enemies." ”

Tingqi asked about the birds these people used to report the news. The crossbowman shook imperceptibly.

Ming Qi silently guessed in his heart that it must be a bloody habit around the bird. So, before the man could speak, he said faintly as if he was joking, "Those smart guys can't live by eating human flesh, right?"

The silence of the crossbowmen turned into the best confirmation answer.

Ming Qi let out a long exhale, "It seems that they must have some kind of kinship connection to these bone-eating wasps. The only difference is that these people domesticated the birds, but they couldn't do anything about these bone-eating wasps. So where do they usually hide?" he said, looking up at the sky, and at the tall trees around him, and there was not a single bird in the shade of the trees.

The crossbowman shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either. According to his account, he had not even seen the birds in their true form, except that they preferred to feed on fresh human flesh, and that several soldiers had been treated as their food and sent to hidden locations for the birds to eat in formal ceremonies. Ming Qi didn't tell the person what he was going to do to deal with the situation in front of him, and he had already walked towards the crowd. Behind him, the crossbowman stared at the figure that seemed to be in a no-man's land, and he was the only one who knew that this unscrupulous man relied on nothing more than an empty legend in his hand.

The soldiers who were leaning on the periphery did not notice him coming until Ming Qi appeared behind them, and although it was a little late, they still drew their knives in annoyance, warning Ming Qin to stop immediately, or they would be rude to him.

Naruto glanced at them with disdain, his footsteps not stopping, the soldiers couldn't make up their minds about what to do with his audacity, but they couldn't find any other solution than to wave their bows and arrows to intimidate him. A quarter of an hour earlier, they had received a strange signal from the leader that none of them should act rashly, for the leader somehow really believed that what he was holding in his hand was a real bone-eating hive.

As Ming Qi got closer, they stared at the hive, and retreated with some trepidation.

It wasn't until the leader's voice drifted in the middle of the tongue that the soldiers had a bit of a backbone, and began to clench their bows and arrows, not taking a step back. Ming Qi also stopped, raised his gaze, and that graceful and luxurious gaze flashed from a pair of resolute eyes, "Use this dipterocarp to deal with the brother who has always worried me in the jungle." The leader was startled, but quickly realized what he meant.

Because he had already seen that Ming Qi had already set his gaze on the dipterocarp in his hand. It is not shy about it, and the bare mouth is like the light of expectation that burns in the sky. Then he smiled, as if he had thought of something, "The Han people are orderly and stereotyped, like the frozen snow on the Kunlun Mountains, which will only accumulate in one shape for thousands of years. They say that you are the sons of Princess Perse," a smug look appeared between the deep eyebrows on the man's face, "are you the youngest son of the princess? ”

Ming Qi smiled affirmatively at him, although this misunderstanding was a bit outrageous, but fortunately, he was exactly what Ming Qi had intended in the first place. "Your Excellency is a keen eye. Ming Qi bowed his head slightly. The position was awkward and stiff, and it was easy to see that he didn't use it often. The leader laughed with him for a moment, and then suddenly showed his doubts again, "But the prince has the advantage of that bone-eating bee in his hand, why didn't he take advantage of it?" His voice had a foreign tone, and the laughter that was sporadically inserted into that tone was like a sharp and whistling weapon in the sky, which instantly filled the air around him.

Ming Qi's faint eyes were full of empty and cold indifference, "Because these hands should be extremely clean, and the title should also be spotless." ”

The leader held the dipterocarp in Sassanid glassware in his hand closer to his eyes, and carefully observed the situation inside, "But how can these precious spices, which can only be used to cool down in the eyes of the Han people, become the deadly weapons that the prince said?"

Ming Qi strode closer to him, and the guards around the leader began to cautiously stop Ming Qi from approaching, but the leader stopped him with a gesture. In the next moment, the sound of Ming Qi was already ringing in his ears, "Because the only thing in this world that can wake up the bone-eating bee." ”

The leader's eyes widened, and he looked down at the dipterocarp in his hand, and was snatched by Ming Qi.

Enraged, the leader felt his mouth dry and his chest burst for a moment. When he was still stunned, Ming Qi had already flown out dozens of paces away.

The crossbowman, who was still waiting, saw what the clever plan was, and when he saw this scene, he let out a long breath and closed his eyes.

He secretly regretted that he had just given everything he knew to Ming Qi, and now it seemed that this person was just a fool on paper.

He immediately drew his arrow behind his back and rested it on the string of the stiff bow. If he is no longer useful, then it is too dangerous to keep it. The bright arrow was aimed at the back of Ming Qi's heart.

As he ran forward, he listened vigorously to the sound behind him, and heard the familiar sound of a hard bow and arrow in the noisy footsteps and angry scolding. He had endured it to the maximum limit, and he could not hold it any longer, so he froze and shouted loudly to the tallest tree, "How long will my brother be careless?

A laugh rang out among the dense foliage, "I will not be careless, how can our great sons of great grandeur perish at the hands of these despicable peoples? As the voice fell, a figure, like a huge kite, glided through the sky and then fluttered down.