When Zhao Xiaojun followed the team and walked to Mo Wei's side, Mo Xiao glanced at Zhao Xiaojun, and then shook his head and said:

"Alas, it's a pity that we have food, and it's good to go back to the village and feed the wildebeest. ”

Zhao Xiaojun pursed his lips and said angrily:

"The fifth uncle is also cold-blooded!"

Mo Wei smiled, turned to look at the sky faintly, and said:

"Have you thought about it, everyone that Niu Er killed was looked at by those women, at this moment Niu Er has a knife in his hand, do you say that a group of weak women of them can still live?"

Zhao Xiaojun's expression changed drastically when he heard this, and he was about to turn back, but he found that he was firmly held by Mo You.

Mo Wei looked at Zhao Xiaojun sympathetically and said:

"It's only two hundred miles away from Tianshui City, and you may meet the patrol scouts of Tianshui City at any time, and when they explain, the officers and soldiers don't care if you are a bandit in Chigangzhai or a bandit in Cangshanzhai, because we are all bandits. On the contrary, it was the kneeling Niu Er who would not reveal our whereabouts no matter what. ”

Seeing that Zhao Xiaojun seemed to be drained of strength in an instant, Mo Wei continued:

"Here, after all, it's the Northern Frontier!"

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