Actually, according to my original meaning, I don't agree with this, after all, this is a knife, use a small chop to make a big one, and I doubt that it will be my knife that hangs in the end.

But the little man in my mind seemed to be very confident, and it seemed to be familiar with porcelain knives.

It commanded me, and the moment I slashed, I heard a crisp click. I secretly screamed in my heart that it was not good, but when I saw it clearly, I found that the big knife I was holding had actually been broken.

The villain took out the spirit of perseverance and let me move forward again. I grabbed the broadsword, continued to hold the porcelain knife, and slashed at the broadsword.

There were three clicks, and finally there were three truncating knives left under my feet, and what the native was holding in his hand was no longer a large fruit knife, but looked more like a mop pole.

His eyes widened and he took a look of disbelief.

As for the other two natives, they originally wanted to rush over to cooperate, but when I made them, they both stopped.

I raised my porcelain knife, which was clearly to tell them that they were not opponents if they wanted to fight me. And I showed mercy to my subordinates, and didn't take the opportunity to counterattack them.

They were muttering, and I heard one of the natives shouting, "Magic! ”

His Chinese pronunciation is not standard, which gives me hope again. I asked them, "Do you know Chinese?" ”

The three of them still didn't talk to me much, and they all suddenly looked scared. And I'm really convinced. They turned around and fled, and the speed was ...... Absolutely.

I wonder if they fork from under the navel, otherwise how could they have such long legs? The legs were upside down, and I believe I hadn't seen them, and there was a puff of smoke coming from behind them.

I've missed those three women, and this time, I don't want to miss these three hunters again.

I ran and chased them out, but the problem was, I couldn't catch up with them.

I took out a posture that I didn't give up, and after chasing for some distance, I smelled the charcoal fire. I guess I'm not far from the village.

I stopped abruptly because I had a concern.

I said in my heart that these misunderstandings have accumulated one by one, and if I break into the village at this time regardless of it, will it cause more unnecessary trouble?

I stood there, pondering.

It didn't take long for me to hear the whistle. This flute sound is very strange, and I guess it is made by some local local instrument. But I also have a vague feeling.

I think of Leng Shijie, when he whistled that night and called out the poisonous insects from Xiaoding, the whistle sound was very similar to this flute.

I don't have time to think about the connection between the two, and I know that it won't be long before something happens in the village, and I don't know if someone is going to arrest me or something.

I was worried about how to go into the village and explain it to those people, but this time I was forced by the sound of the flute, and I had a trick instead.

I found an old tree, especially one with lush branches. I hugged the trunk and swooped up.

I'm not a tree climber myself, but the villain is. I ended up hiding myself in a pile of branches and leaves at the top, and I was confident that as long as I didn't move, the people below wouldn't find me.

I just hid, and after about a quarter of an hour I heard footsteps.

I adjusted my posture a little and was finally able to see under and around the trees through a few gaps.

There are a lot of people here, and at first glance they are all old men, but I have had previous experiences, and now I can't be sure if there are any female men among these old men.

I watched them. The distance between them was a little scattered, and some of them were carrying torches, and they were either holding broadswords or bows and arrows, and they were all bowed and searching, little by little.

I'm nothing, but the little person in my brain sent me a signal, that means, these people are really stupid, just like the United States, why do they always like to blindly search with a carpet when it comes to arresting people. Can't you let a few experienced hunters lead the way, these people concentrate their forces, divide into small groups, and then look for me by traces or footprints or whatever?

Of course, I'm just thinking about it, and I'm not stupid enough to remind these natives of anything.

I didn't move, and I watched the natives drift away.

When I was sure there was no movement or danger around me, I hugged the tree again and slid down.

I guess that there are not too many people in the village at this moment, and maybe those who remain are the old, young, sick and disabled villagers.

I decided to take advantage of the present and go to the village to have a look.

I made a clear direction and marched again.

I didn't go a mile of it, and I saw the village.

This belongs to the southern Tibet region, which is different from Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou, and the land resources here are very rich, so it is said that this village is far away from each family.

I hunched over and rushed towards a house.

It was an adobe house, and there was no one in the house, so when I opened the door, I saw a very simple dining table, and dinner was already set on the table, in fact, it was an iron plate with a dozen small potatoes.

I'm so hungry. I started by saying, "I'm sorry! Then I rushed over and grabbed a potato and ate it.

This potato is still a little hot, I can't help but flip back and forth while eating, but I have to say, this potato is so fucking sweet, even with sweet potatoes.

I guess the reason why the potatoes here are delicious has absolutely something to do with the sunshine, after all, Tibet is a plateau region.

I ate four potatoes and rolled my eyes a little bit.

I'm not really full, and I can't blame the large amount of food, but the portions of each potato are too light.

But I couldn't help it and didn't continue to eat, after all, this is someone's dinner, and I have eaten it all, doesn't it mean that this family is going to be hungry tonight?

I wiped my mouth and moved my body. I clearly felt that my strength had recovered a lot.

I tried to slip out of the adobe house again, but as soon as I got to the door, I heard voices outside the door.

The adobe house had two windows, one with mud and the other with plastic shells.

The plastic shell looks like it was taken from a mineral water bottle, or it was pieced together.

I stood by this window, hiding my body while probing a little and looking outside.

I found six people, all standing in a circle not far from the adobe house.

Among these six people, there are three people I know, that is, those three female men. The other three, it seems, are not young anymore.

The three female men were very emotional, and some of them were still holding their chests.

They were talking to the three old men. I guess it's all related to me, and if you can't get the words hooligan, pervert, or something like that, it will pop up.

I weighed it, and felt that at this moment, I should come forward and talk to them again, or else continue to hide in the adobe house, when will it be a head?