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"Young master, you may have collided with pedestrians. Uncle Li reassured: "You rest on it and hand it over to your subordinates." Uncle Li said and bowed half-squatting, took out a few gold coins from his baggage, and then jumped out of the carriage with a "whoosh".

"What's going on?" Uncle Li stepped in front of the carriage in a few steps, and the coachman was scaring a young man with his teeth and claws.

The young man was shirtless in simple coarse cloth shorts. He was squatting on the ground and holding his bloody leg bent at a ninety-degree angle, grinning in pain.

"Oh!,

"He suddenly appeared in the middle of the road, and I didn't have time to react. The coachman argued that although this countryman who was so poor that he only had a pair of pants was not worth a few dollars, but in the eyes of his employer in the car, he would make a big fuss if he couldn't keep it, and maybe he would hand himself over to the security subordinate and let Ma Lao Er eat a few days in prison.

"Human life is at stake!" Uncle Li reproached slightly, ignoring the coachman's blue face.

In fact, the experienced Uncle Li stood a few steps away and clearly knew what kind of injury the young man was suffering.

"It's just a broken leg bone," Uncle Li shouted loudly, reporting to the people in the car, and then added: "Life is fine." ”

"Uncle Li, you can help him. The little boy in the carriage was moved with compassion, and although he had to race against time, the young man screamed so badly.

"Yes. Uncle Li said and took a step towards the wilderness.

"Wow!" Arashi was already in a lot of pain, and he was so frightened that he was awakened by a galloping horse in the middle of his sleep, and now he was almost a soldier, and he saw a man dressed more "tight" than the fierce coachman walking towards him, with a glittering piece of metal dangling around his waist— Even if the word sword does not exist in the dictionary of the Scorpion Lic clan, out of the animal's sensitivity and primitive fear of murder weapons, he ignored the broken leg, propped himself upside down with one hand, and rolled several times to the side and back, hiding the whole person in the waist-high artemisia grass on the side of the road. The two fire-breathing eyes stared at the few guys who suddenly appeared and broke their legs, like staring at the scorpion king who was eating, and their eyes did not blink, ready to jump up and bite the enemy fiercely.

In the imagination of the wilderness, the guy who can run rampant in the holy land of the Scorpion Lik clan must be more powerful than the Scorpion King.

The absurd acrobatic behavior startled the coachman Ma Er, "What a powerful arm! I'm afraid this guy has some background, and he can't afford to provoke him." Ma Lao Er thought and shrank his head behind the carriage.

"Huh?" Uncle Li was also stunned, but he didn't care about this kind of physical training action that any mid-level samurai could easily do. What he cared about was the barren crouching posture, which was clearly a preparatory action before the tiger pounced on the food—half-hunched, with the cat's waist under the cover of artemisia grass, the tight neck containing fierce explosiveness, a posture with teeth as a weapon, and the bare upper body made him look more like a desperate beast than a man.

Further up, Uncle Li was surprised to feel the perseverance and courage in Ara's eyes, and Ara's unblinking eyes declared that he was closely observing his every move, and even the slightest negligence would be seized by this shirtless hillbilly to pounce and tear his throat with his teeth. Uncle Li helplessly found that he was clearly regarded by this hillbilly as some kind of edible mammal with sufficient combat effectiveness!

"Young master!" Uncle Li stopped, he didn't want his kindness to help turn into an inexplicable **** fight. "He doesn't buy it!" Uncle Li loudly reported his conclusions, and following the ridiculous eyes, Uncle Li slowly took a step back, and slowly raised his two hands, indicating that he was not hostile. But Uncle Li always faced the direction of the wilderness, allowing himself to retreat back to the carriage step by step, his two thick thighs that could be divided into gold and stones, and his muscles were always "squeezing" to maintain a tight rhythm. Uncle Li didn't want to be hugged from behind by a humanoid beast as soon as he turned around and relaxed for a short while, biting off half of his ear.

Uncle Li turned his back to the car window and asked the little boy, "Young master, it's just a wild man," he pondered for a moment, and saw the gargoyle cat that was as immobile as a mountain in the artemisia grass and could pounce at any time: "I think he can take care of himself." ”

Somehow, Uncle Li, an experienced high-ranking samurai, felt a strange sense of oppression in this wild man of unknown origin, and this feeling made him uneasy.

"Then you can leave some money and heal his leg wound," Yarim thought for a moment, and felt that it was inappropriate: "You can just leave some convenient ointment for his leg injury." He felt that the wildlings might not know what the money was for.

"Young Master," Uncle Li hesitated, "I think it's better for us to hurry up, this savage doesn't look like he can communicate, don't waste your precious time on a guy." What he didn't say was: Young master, this savage looks difficult to deal with, in case the old man accidentally provokes him...... At this juncture, anything extraneous is unacceptable.

Yarime hesitated and sighed, probably able to guess Uncle Li's worries: "Okay, then please get in the car, let's get on the road as soon as possible." ”

"Yes, young master. Uncle Li turned over into the carriage in response, and when he was in mid-air, he didn't forget to slap Ma Lao Er with his palm, as a punishment for his foul language: "Cow, what are you doing hiding behind, driving!" Uncle Li ordered.

Ma Lao Er was woken up, and he suddenly found that standing on the road, facing the wild man with a fierce eye, he was the only one left, his legs were so weak that he couldn't walk, he even rolled back to the driver's position, pulled up the reins and shouted impatiently: "Drive!" He didn't dare to look at the "beast" squatting on the side of the road, for fear of attracting his attention.

In fact, Araku couldn't move at all, and his legs were trampled into paper clips by the galloping horse, so he took the initiative to attack a wooden mobile altar pulled by two monsters, and he really couldn't muster the courage to become a benevolent person if he didn't succeed. The eyes staring at the carriage did not dare to relax for a moment, even the nostrils of the Aryan mongrels opened and closed for the sake of spurting, they had to be replayed in slow motion in the absurd mind, not daring to miss every detail that might be the harbinger of the enemy's attack.

"Let's go!" Ma Lao Er scolded the two horses, and his legs and stomachs still trembled.

"Click!" "Gong!" As if in response to his bad character, a thunderbolt struck from the sky, and smashed it on the left wheel of the carriage on which he depended for his livelihood.

The blooming blue light pierced Ma Lao Er's eyes, he only felt that he was suddenly not afraid, his legs and stomach were no longer trembling, and the whole person felt light, and even the person led the carriage from the ground to the sky.

The two Aryan mongrels were not spared, as they rolled in the air with their master, who had not read for a few years, and when they fell, they were already charred and smashed into several pieces on the road leading to Aryan City.

In mid-air, a cloud of blue light descended from a dark cloud, the blue light was as dazzling as lightning, and the outline of a "person" was faintly revealed in the light full of explosive power.

The blue light "man" descended from the distance to the carriage in just a few breaths, ignoring the fragments of the coachman and the horse's corpses, and "he" floated straight to the side of the carriage that had fallen to the ground and was blazing with fire.

He sneered, "Hmph, Yarimeh, you also have today!", and on the raised right hand, another ball of thunder and lightning that was pregnant with death and surging energy shone with even more subtle power than just now.

Suddenly, the "person" in the blue light was stunned, and he felt that he was being spied on.

This unfortunate feeling, since he advanced to the thunder system great magician, he has never experienced it, he soars high and high, and anyone who dares to stop his own short-sighted guy is not his own one-in-one, and often a thunder bead can blow up the arrogant fool who disobeys him into pieces.

But his sense of crisis was so real, as if there was a large group of archers aiming at him in the darkness behind him.

He turned to face the artemisia grass on the side of the road, it was pitch black, and he saw nothing but the vigorous artemisia grass that spread all over the wilderness. At this time, the shining thunder light around him did not help him intimidate the enemies hidden in the shadows, but interfered with his Mendelian archmage's observation of the sword and sword shadows shrouded in the night.

Mendel stopped the protective thunder shield that unleashed the power of thunder and lightning, his feet finally hit the ground, and the two shiny boots of water rhinoceros skin were clean and dusty, and the boots that felt Mendel's weight for the first time let out a slight "squeak" to celebrate that they had finally made the best use of their resources.

"What people, don't hide your head and tail!" Mendel rushed into the darkness on the side of the road: "Get out of here!"

No one answered.