Turning his head in the direction of the voice, he saw a thin man, with his left shoulder low and his right shoulder high, walking towards him with strange steps.

The writing department knew very well in his heart that after he fainted, he was able to escape from the hands of the six vanguard officials of the ghost clan, and it must be because of this person who came to the rescue.

So he hurriedly got up, clenched his fists and said, "The junior writing department has seen the senior. ”

"Well, who? you...... Isn't it Fanming?" asked the mysterious man who crawled out of the ground with some surprise.

Then he circled around the writing department twice, frowning, looking closely, and finally pounced directly on his face, pulling his nostrils and eyelids, as if he must see something.

Seeing this, the Writing Section hurriedly stopped it, took two steps back, and said with a bow: "Senior, I'm really not the person you said, the junior is called the Writing Section." ”

"Hey, is it?" the mysterious man continued, tilting his head for a moment's thought, "It's funny, there are two people in this world who look so alike, strange. ”

After seeing that the mysterious man understood that he had made a mistake, the writing department smiled: "Thank you for the life-saving grace of the seniors, if it weren't for the seniors who came to the rescue, the younger generations would have hated Huangquan today." ”

"Hey, that's it, if you didn't look so much like my good brother, I wouldn't have bothered to save you, cut. The mysterious man said with a look of disgust.

Hearing this, the text department was slightly embarrassed, but I didn't expect to be rescued this time because of my own face, but this guy is indeed ruthless......

Wait a minute...... Looks like ......

！！！

Suddenly, a sentence sounded in the minds of the Writing Department......

I'm you!

At this time, the Writing Department couldn't help but be shocked, and the scene of the tragedy of the Imperial Fang Camp eight years ago instantly resurfaced in front of him......

That guy has the same face as himself, and with brutal means, he beat the members of the first generation of the Royal Fang Battalion to death, and their bodies are shattered!

And now the person in front of him, the good brother who looks very similar to himself, is not the initiator of the tragedy of the Royal Fang Camp?

For a moment, the writing department was suspicious, and he squinted his eyes and carefully observed the mysterious man who had saved him.

Seeing that he seemed to have something on his mind, the mysterious man raised his hand and shook it in front of the writing department, and asked, "What are you thinking?"

After hearing this, the writing department shook his head a little weakly and said, "No...... Nothing ......."

In fact, it is no wonder that he was panicked at this time, after all, the cruelty of the murderer was seen with his own eyes, how could his good brother be a good stubble.

Although he couldn't feel the slightest energy fluctuation on his body, he looked like an ordinary person at first glance, but if he was able to drive away the six vanguard officers of the ghost clan and save himself, how could his strength be weak.

The two of them sat by the bonfire, speechless for a long time, and the writing department suddenly spoke: "I haven't asked my predecessors for their names." ”

"Me...... Before, everyone else called me, and I was at the end of the abyss-Yuan Kong. ”

"Senior Yuankun, I don't know why you are here?"

"Hey, you kid has a lot of questions," the mysterious man known as Yuan Kun glanced at the writing department with some disgust.

Then, he continued, "I don't know why I'm here, but I vaguely remember it...... I buried myself in the dirt and slept, and then I woke up to see you being beaten by the crowd......"

？？？

Hearing this, the Writing Department couldn't help but feel a chill......

Bury yourself in the ground, or are you sleeping? What kind of hobby is this?

"At first, I thought it was my good brother Fan Ming who fell asleep with me when he was waiting for me here, but it turned out to be you, cut, disgusted. Yuan Kun pursed his lips, glanced at the writing department, and turned his head to stop looking at him.

"Uh...... That senior, you ...... How long have you been sleeping in the dirt?" asked the Writing Department tentatively.

If this guy has slept for about ten years, then the Fanming in his mouth must be the initiator of the tragedy in the Imperial Fang Camp.

"I don't know, I don't have a concept of time when I'm asleep, it's basically normal to wake up naturally, but ...... When I used to sleep with the rest of our corpse clan, I had a special time count......"

"Corpse Clan?" the Writing Department couldn't help but be surprised when they heard the unfamiliar word Yuan Kun mention.

"Kid, aren't you, don't you know the corpse clan?" Yuan Kun said in surprise, "Then you haven't heard of my name as the corpse king?"

The writing department shook his head, he knew the elves and ghosts of the demon clan, the demon clan and the ghost clan of the demon clan, but this corpse clan was really the first time he had heard of it.

His race does not exist in the Demon Barbarian Continent, nor is it one of the eight great families of the ancients, it seems that the identity of this person in front of him is even more complicated than imagined.

Seeing this, Yuan Kun seemed to be even more disgusted with the writing department, and pouted and mocked: "Boy, you are not from this world, are you from other places?" ”

Hearing this, the writing department sighed helplessly, picked up a branch and began to pull firewood, he didn't want to pay attention to this person, he had mental problems, just chat for a day, it's too jumpy.

At this moment, there was a "whine" sound from the bushes behind the trees on the side, as if someone was covering his mouth and struggling in pain.

The writing department was about to go up to check, but only to see that Yuan Kun was one step faster than him.

"Alas, how did I wake up again. Muttering, he stood up and walked behind the tree.

Seeing this, the writing department hurriedly got up and followed.

I saw a young woman who was tied to a tree with a rope, and her mouth was wrapped in a strip of cloth, making it difficult to make a sound.

Whether it is a rope or a strip of cloth, there are many complex charms drawn.

It is not difficult to guess that this is the handiwork of Yuan Kong.

For the time being, the text department can't guess the true identity of this Yuan Kong, and he naturally doesn't want to worry about this kind of idle matter.

However, after looking at it closely, after recognizing this person, he had to take care of it, and blurted out: "Ning'er?"

"Huh, you know?"

......

Around the bonfire, due to the request of the writing department, Yuan Kun reluctantly put Ning Er down, and the three of them sat in a circle, no one spoke first, and was silent without saying a word.

For a long time, it seemed that because of the slightly embarrassing scene, the writing department seemed to be unable to hold back, and took the lead in speaking: "By the way, Ning'er, why were you tied up by Yuan Kun's seniors?"

"I want you to take care of it, huh!"

"Uh...... Senior Yuankun, why are you ......?"

Before the writing department finished speaking, Yuan Kun also said with a disgusted face: "I want you to take care of it, cut." ”

......

Ning Er was stunned and stopped talking when she saw that the writing department was embarrassed, Chu Chu was pitiful, and thought about it, if it weren't for this guy, she would still be tied to a tree.

She couldn't bear to open her mouth and said: "Oh, okay, let me tell you, after we scattered and escaped, I got lost, so I kept walking around, and finally met this guy dragging you ......"