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Thinking so, Meng Ge made a decisive move, raising his knife to meet the person who continued to fly towards the young man.

At this moment, the young man was watching with his eyes wide open, helplessly watching the person on top stab the sword into his heart.

It's over, this time I really played myself to death. The boy thought to himself as he closed his eyes.

However, the sting in that impression did not come. However, the sound of a sharp weapon cutting flesh seems to be heard. Could it be that he is already dead and can't feel pain?

The young man wanted to open his eyes in confusion, and planned to make a mistake. However, before he could open his heavy eyelids, he was sprayed with a warm, fishy liquid.

"Bastard, I want to choke the master. The young man's mouth and nose were sprayed by the liquid, and his breathing was instantly unsteady, so he tilted his head to one side and roared.

After all, the young man lacked physical strength, and that roar was like a low moan, which made people not really hear.

However, the teenager did not make any other sounds. Because he was held down. Moreover, there was still warm liquid gushing out of the chest of the person who pressed on him, flowing up to the boy's face and neck.

Meng Ge, who was struggling to fight, didn't notice the young man's movements and scolding, and only thought about a quick battle so that he could clean up the battlefield and take his younger brother to find a safe place to bury the pot and cook.

Unlike those who have lost their strength, Meng Ge is now the moment of the dragon spirit and the tiger, and he can harvest a human life with a wave of the knife without any pause.

Because of this, only five people attacked, and Meng Ge put everyone down in just two breaths.

The three young men who supported the young man on the side were dumbfounded, trembling their hands tightly grasping the weapon, stiffly guarding the young man's side, and looking vigilantly at Meng Ge, who was collecting the knife.

"Alright, now tell me, who are you, and why are you fighting with people?" Meng Ge smiled and shook his hand, and threw the viscous liquid from the broadsword in front of the three men.

"Y-who are you?, why, why, here?" asked a young man with a spear in his hand.

The hoarse and weak voice seemed to float in the air, ethereal, but with a hint of firmness, and the tragedy of seeing death as home.

"I, I, I just came out of that mountain. I used to be a homeless. Now, let's go as a homeless person for the time being. Meng Ge held the big knife on the ground, crossed his waist with one hand, and shook his split right leg.

"Wanderers, displaced people?" another young man gasped. I thought to myself: how can I look like a hooligan?

"Oh, outcast. Two years ago, I fled from drought and got lost in the mountains to find food, and I just came out. Mengo's legs shook even harder.

On the little face that was slightly rough due to the wind and rain all the year round, a pair of Danfeng eyes were amazingly bright.

"What do you want to do?" asked the young man standing in front of him.

Listening to the sound of them all relying on hard support, Meng Ge couldn't bear to continue tossing them.

But......

"What I want to do, it depends on who you are, don't you? Don't talk nonsense, tell me who you are, right?" Meng Ge put away his smiling face, and suddenly changed his painting style and said seriously.

When the three young men heard this, they suddenly held their breath, their hands holding their weapons trembled, and they were about to attack Meng Ge.

"Alright, don't fight. In your current condition, I can squash you with one hand. Tell me what the hell you're doing, I'll do a little bit of a move. Meng Ge didn't care, and said disdainfully with the big knife on his shoulder.

Seeing Meng Ge like this, the three of them couldn't speak, and attacked directly.

The three of them all fell to the ground almost at the moment of their action. Moreover, there is no longer the strength to get up.

Seeing this, Meng Ge retracted his legs a little sneeringly, stood up straight, and looked down at those people: "If it weren't for the time when I listened to you shouting before, I thought you were still human. Otherwise, you're just as breathless as they are. ”

Meng Ge kicked the young man closest to her, pointed to the dead man to the side and motioned for them to look, and then continued, "Since you are so unenlightened, then I will rob them by the way." ”

After speaking, Meng Ge started and searched the three young men. In the face of those powerless resistances, Meng Ge ignored them all.

After Meng Ge searched the three of them up and down, inside and out, he suddenly burst into a foul language.

"Rub, who are you people, why are you so poor? It's only thirteen copper plates, what can you do?" Meng Ge muttered, walking towards the young man who was struggling to get up.

The young man realized that someone was approaching, so he grabbed the weapon in his hand and looked at Meng Ge vigilantly, Meng Ge looked at the bloody face, a little stunned.

"What, are you injured?" asked Meng Ge, somewhat uncertain.

When she rescued someone just now, it was clear that the person was not injured.

Wang Ran glanced at Meng Ge from between his eyes that were stuck with plasma, but did not reply. Mainly because the blood is clotted on the face, and a mouth can be hung in the mouth.

Seeing that the young man was barely supporting his upper body and glaring at him, Meng Ge no longer had any worries, and directly took two steps forward, reaching out to the young man's chest and abdomen.

Wang Ran was startled by Meng Ge's coherent movements, and when he reacted, Meng Ge's slender little hand with distinct bones had already touched his waist from his chest.

Mongo's hands hold weapons all year round, and they don't look delicate or soft. However, the hand probing carefully on Wang Ran's body made Wang Ran feel inexplicably ashamed.

"Stop, what do you want to do?" Wang Ran was going crazy. The other party is also a man, but why does he feel that he has been insulted?

Usually, he gets along with his brothers and does not lack physical contact. But this was the first time, Wang Ran felt that he was humiliated, and he was humiliated through his clothes.

"Bastard, stop, you little rascal. Seeing that Meng Ge grabbed his hands to his side with one hand, and the other hand was still lingering around his waist, Wang Ran was so ashamed that he bit his tongue and committed suicide.

"Be good, don't move, otherwise I'll hurt you and I'm distressed. I just got you out. Meng Ge's men kept fumbling, and finally found a bulging bag on the boy's left waist.

Hearing this, Wang Ran became even more ashamed, and as soon as he bit the tip of his tongue, he pulled out his hands vigorously, and used the last trace of strength to push Meng Ge away.

"Fuck off, you pervert, stinky rascal. Isn't it that I've lived with wild beasts in the mountains for a long time, and I can't even tell the difference between men and women. Wang Ran roared awkwardly, his voice sounding quite energetic.

Meng Ge was not angry, but he was even more rude and touched Wang Ran over and over, even the indescribable place.

By the time Meng Ge finally found a small bag of silver and a blackened gold bracelet from Wang Ran's body, Wang Ran was already lying on the ground, his hands digging deep into the mud.

Meng Ge checked the silver bag with satisfaction, and still spat in disgust: "Damn, why are you so poor, you don't bring more than three taels of silver when you go out." Didn't you come all the way to eat the overlord meal? ”

Wang Ran, who was about to sit up and fight hard with Meng Ge, heard this, and fell to the ground again