The weather is getting colder and colder, the night is getting longer and longer, the sunshine has become rare, Yang Hao and Xiaoyu have stored four or five hundred catties of dried meat and dried fish, dry firewood is enough for a winter, the firewood stack is half buried in the ground, and the rope made of bark is tightly tied to prevent it from being blown away by the fierce cold wind, these days Yang Hao has collected some dried fruits and mushroom food in the forest: pine nuts, mushrooms, fungus and some nameless, non-toxic, delicious wild fruits,

Xiaoyu is making winter clothes, the material is animal skin, linen, lining with silk, Xiaoyu's needlework is not clever, but the attitude is extremely serious, often busy to the point of forgetting to sleep and eat, once she sat at the door of the ground house to do needlework, a black bear crossed the river to the dirt slope, because it was blocked by thorn bushes to not get close to the basement house, the black bear under the mound around four or five times, the little fish did not notice at all,

Yang Hao fired seven feather arrows in a row and turned out to be the black bear, in fact, his third arrow killed the black bear, and the next four arrows were completely fired under nervous unconsciousness, Yang Hao scolded the little fish with a fierce face, his face was hideous, his eyes were blood-red, like a beast that wanted to eat people, although the little fish was scolded, his heart was as sweet as eating honey, quite useful, she found that Yang Hao had never been so nervous about her as today, if he was not in his heart, would he be so nervous,

That night, the little fish became tender like water, and on the floor paved with hay and animal skins, she let Yang Hao taste the taste of eating bones again.

When Xiaoyu snuggled in Yang Hao's arms with a satisfied smile and fell asleep sweetly, Yang Hao unexpectedly lost sleep, and he was thinking about messy things in his mind all night, and he was a little sleepy after the fifth watch, who knew that as soon as he closed his eyes, he reviewed the old dream of the black dog barking again, Yang Hao woke up from the nightmare sweating again,

At this time, it was about the end of the hour, Xiao Yu had already left the basement house, what was she going out to do in this cold and dark morning, Yang Hao put on the newly made animal skin coat made by Xiao Yu for him and climbed out along the wooden ladder, his head had just poked out of the triangular roof, and suddenly a bad wind hit from the back of his head,

Yang Hao shrank his head, a sharp axe with the sound of the wind against his scalp rubbed, so dangerous, an inch short, the head was slashed open, Yang Hao kicked his body with both feet and suddenly rushed forward, the person went out of the underground house, he rolled on the ground, occupying a relatively favorable terrain, then he saw clearly that there were seven strong men outside the underground house, six samurai with scattered heads, an old man wearing an iron helmet, and his helmet was also ingeniously decorated with a pair of antlers,

Seven people are dressed in heavy leather robes, wearing antler helmets are obviously the leader of the people, he holds a seven-foot-high wooden staff in his hand, the top of the wooden staff is installed with a deer head made of brass, and the surrounding is decorated with multicolored bird feathers, which looks like the staff of some sect, among the six famous warriors, three are holding sharp axes, two are holding bows and arrows, and a strong man with an iron ring on his ears is holding a Tang Dadao.

This kind of costume is not unfamiliar to Yang Hao, the barbarian blacks are this kind of attire, they also like to use axes as weapons, Jin Mili also has a "staff", but the top of his staff is installed with a brass cast goat, and the goat's eyes are inlaid with precious sapphires.

"Is it a friend of Muro's?" Yang Hao said in a stammering muro Wei dialect,

Because he often deals with Jin Mili, the brutal blacks, and especially the Weiyuan camp with Gu Duoli, Yang Hao still knows more or less two sentences of Murwei dialect, but there are too many tribes in Murwei, a wide distribution area, and few interconnections, and there are often incomprehensible words between each other, Yang Hao is not sure if they can understand their own words.

Of course, even if they understand, they may still be enemies, so Yang Hao is also ready to fight when searching for words to communicate with them, judging from the sneak attack of the strong man just now, these people don't know any martial arts, at best, they have strong arms and strength, although they don't have the weapons in hand, but Yang Hao still has the confidence to kill seven people unscathed, but he must be someone when he lives in seclusion,

As soon as Yang Hao's greeting came out, the seven people were taken aback almost at the same time, obviously they could understand,

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