Hanping followed a few patrol bandits all the way to the place where the bandits drank and ate meat. At this time, a lone wooden pillar was already standing there, and the front of the pillar was already full of firewood.

"I'll go," Han Ping scolded in a low voice, as if he was going to barbecue the person alive just now, could it be that the bandits were okay with this bite? Thinking of this, Han Ping felt sick in his heart.

"Hurry up, put this traitor on the shelf, roast him, hurry up, and the ones behind hurry up. The bandits came with a "traitor", and they were in a hurry to roast the traitor.

"I said, 'Which of your tendons is cramped?' Hearing this voice, Han Ping was stunned, is he, that talker?

But I heard a voice come again, "Brothers, oh, it's not all the uncles, can you wait a while, wait for Lord Wei Shou to come back and testify for me, what I said is true!"

"Don't don't, damn, don't pull Lao Tzu's pants, hey, start gently, I said......" Yes, now Hanping is sure that he is a talker, and he will talk a lot when he is dying.

"Shut up, you talker," Xing was probably a little annoyed by the chatterbox, and a bandit scolded him.

"Okay, Ergouzi, you bastard, did you forget, I gave you a deer intestine yesterday?"

When the catastrophe comes, they fly separately.

Seeing that no one paid attention to him, he looked up to the sky and shouted: "I think my life is bright and fair, sincere and sincere to people, the only drawback is that I am kind-hearted and like to talk straight about things......"

Even Han Ping can't listen to it anymore, you call it kind-hearted? You call it a lot of talk.

Looking at Han Ping, it seemed that he was very interested in talking to him, and out of a stammering gesture for Lord Wei's personal soldiers, the bandits next to him immediately arrived: "This person, everyone knows him, he doesn't wash his feet when he sleeps, he likes to talk in his sleep, grind his teeth, and he likes to visit the kiln the most, there are no major problems, and there are a lot of small problems." ”

"Oh" Hanping pretended to be surprised, it turned out that this kid still had these problems. "Then there's no need to roast him alive, right?" asked Hanping.

"Hey, that's his fault, you said that a team of fifteen people came back alive, it's not strange. This time the bandit began to talk excitedly, and even a person like him thought that there was a problem.

Han Ping was stunned, how could he forget about this? At that time, it was better to give him a good time.

The most annoying thing is that he also said that he persuaded the other party with his three-inch incorruptible tongue and asked the other party to spare his life. Fart, will we believe him?" continued the bandit leader to speak excitedly, as if the chatter had deceived his feelings.

"Originally, this grill was going to roast the meat of that martial beast, but now, it can only be calculated. The bandit looked at the chatter with a smile. The bandits in the back also looked at the scolding and scolding chatter in the field with a wicked smile.

Han Ping smiled helplessly: "Then why don't you believe him?"

"Joke, this kid said that it was a young martial artist who made a move, quite powerful, we don't believe it, where did such a young martial artist come from in the Falling Sun Mountain Range?"

Hanping smacked his lips and stopped talking, if he let them know that they were chatting with the young martial artist in the chatterbox's mouth, it is estimated that they would really not be able to figure it out.

Finally, everything is ready. "Set up this traitor, hurry up, hurry up. Then they pushed and cursed, and then arranged the latter in a big way. Someone had already lit the fire below.

"I'm rubbing, you bastards, don't miss the old love, Lao Tzu got along with you in vain, you bastards ......" De, the chatter may be disgusted that the fire is too small, continue to ramble, and scold with a mouth full of trains.

Sure enough, who among the bandits is not a ruthless person who licks blood from the knife edge? They calmly added to the fire. Tell you to talk too much, make you crazy, burn you.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem. The chatter coughed directly from the thick smoke, and finally relieved his breath: "Damn, damn, you young warrior, you bastard, why don't you kill me with one sword, why?"

Eh, Hanping's mind is full of black lines.

"Grandma, what the do you think of us? Three-year-old child, what kind of young warrior in the Sunset Mountains you said about flying to the sky?" someone retorted.

In their understanding, Han Ping hasn't shown up for a long time, I don't know if it's dead or alive, Luoyang Shuang was abolished, Luoyang Hong has left the Luoyang Mountains, as for where to go, it's unknown, and the two of the Cold Ice Tribe, it is estimated that they are still healing, so they came to a conclusion: this girl's fart.

"It's true, this person is flying away, omnipotent, too powerful, I didn't lie. "The chatter doesn't stop.

This time, if Han Ping didn't save him, he couldn't help the bitter talk, who let him talk about Han Ping so badly. There's no way, Hanping likes honest people.

"Hehe, hahaha, you're really crazy, if there is such a young warrior, we will commit suicide en masse. Hahaha," one of the leading bandits laughed.

"Hahaha, yes, yes, collective suicide, hahaha!" The little minions below began to echo, and even the three people next to Hanping opened their mouths and laughed.

Suddenly, the three of them opened their eyes at the same time, looking at the young man in front of them in disbelief, and then blood flowed from their mouths. They couldn't believe that they would be blocked by the move of the amiable teenager in front of them.

"Then, you can make good on your promise and commit suicide en masse. In the midst of the bandits' laughter, suddenly a discordant voice came.

"Who?" the bandits stopped laughing, and followed the prestige, only to see a man wearing tattered animal skin clothes slowly walking towards them, with an aura of no anger and self-authority.

Behind the "Bumper Bumper" boy, the three dead bandits slammed on the ground, and at a glance, there was no movement.

"Knock, knock. The bandits spat in disbelief as they watched the young man keep backing away.

"Help, hero, no, no, no, hero, help!" looked at the person who came, and shouted loudly, I'm afraid that Hanping can't see his barbecue that is about to be cooked.

"You, you, who are you?" the leading bandit asked tremblingly, the big knife in his hand trembling violently, perhaps, the chatter was not lying.

"I repeat, you keep your promises, don't let me do it myself, it will be bloody. Han Ping said to himself, the ghost knife in his hand clanged.

"Hero, hurry up, save me first, I'm almost ripe, cough cough. The chatter shouted.

"Shut up" A bandit roared angrily, rushed to the bottom of the wooden frame, and showed the guy in his hand to prepare a knife.

"Ahh ”