"What do you want to do? Our boss is sleeping, get out of here, or the prickly boss will be woken up, but he won't be as good at talking as I am!"

Because the thorn head is a relational household, everyone knows that there are people above him to support him, so there are naturally not one or two sycophants, and he has only been in the recruit camp for less than a day, and he even has a little brother to sleep, which is completely the style of everyone's son-in-law.

How could Leng Ran talk nonsense with him, greeted the tattooed man behind him, and walked directly inside with Ning Feng.

The little brother of the thorn head is also self-inflicted, and when he started beating people tonight, in order to show off in front of the thorn head and show his loyalty, he naturally started to be extremely heavy.

Unexpectedly, feng shui took turns, and soon retribution came, and the few people who were taken care of by him before couldn't hold it back, and they dragged their fists to beat them badly, but the tattooed man on the side also threatened him with his eyes and was not allowed to say anything.

The poor guy gritted his teeth and fainted, but although he didn't say anything, the punches and kicks of the few people who shot woke up the drunken people who were lying on the table.

When several people saw the tragic state of the man who had fainted, most of their strength suddenly disappeared, and they looked at the threatening eyes of everyone who stared at them viciously, and they were silent for a while, and their bodies just trembled.

The tattooed men are a little unable to see them like this, these people are really eating and waiting for death, the war outside is so tight, they are still in the mood to drink a little wine, if they are caught by the instructor, they are afraid that they will take off their skin if they don't die.

Ning Feng followed the cold dye, followed by more than a dozen people, and after cleaning up the kid who was guarding the door, the tattooed man left a few people to chase after him.

Ning Feng was still thinking about whether to break in or knock politely, but the wooden door in front of Leng Ran suddenly opened by itself, and a skinny guy walked out, and his first reaction when he saw Leng Dye was to immediately turn around and close the door, Leng Dye stretched out his hand to resist, and then pushed open the door and walked in.

Ning Feng and the others just wanted to follow, but Leng Ran stood inside and shook his head and said.

"There are only seven or eight people in it, and I'm not in a good mood, so leave it to me. ”

After speaking, he closed the wooden door, and inside the door, a fat man with a fat head and big ears looked at Leng Ran very unkindly, and there were six younger brothers beside him, plus the one who just opened the door, it happened to be the eight people that Leng Dye had said.

They were around a table, the table was full of spirit crystals and some natural treasures, and in the center of the table was a pair of dice, and eight people were gambling.

"Where did you come from, hurry up, the uncle is in a good mood when he wins the money today, so I won't care about you, leave a hand for myself and get out!"

Thorn Tou's face was full of fat when he spoke, and when he saw that there was only one person in Leng Zhan, he didn't care in his heart, but he just ran here as a kid who didn't understand the rules.

The thin man who opened the door on the side wanted to say that there was a large group of helpers brought by this guy behind the door, but he was afraid that the boss would be unhappy, so his face suddenly pulled together.

Let's say this, the boss is afraid that he will not be careful, don't say it, and he is afraid that the boss will suffer a loss, which is really a troublesome matter, but after a moment of entanglement, the thin man still decides, pretending not to know anything.

Leng Dye was amused by the fat pig's words, and he had to leave a hand regardless of it, so if he didn't even chop himself together?

He walked in the direction of the thorn, and the thorn smiled with satisfaction, this kid is quite sensible, much smarter than the group of guys who were beaten half to death in the first half of the night, the country needs such talents......

"Left or right?"

Leng Ran not only walked over honestly, but also asked very politely, and said that this kid had a future, and he changed his words when he was in a good mood.

"Forget it, look at your young age, just cut off the little finger of your right hand and buy a lesson, and wipe your eyes in the future, don't think why people are so magnanimous like me, you know?"

"Okay. ”

Leng Ran nodded in agreement, and then his left hand suddenly reached out like lightning and grabbed the right hand that was stretched out by the thorn head to point, and with a movement of his arm, the scimitar cut off a little thumb, and blood splattered on the table.

"You ......"

Compared to the pain in his hand, the shock and disbelief in the heart of the prickly head were ten times more than a hundred times, he never expected that the young man who was still submissive just now would suddenly become so domineering and decisive.

"Ah...... Give it to me, chop this kid!"

As soon as the thorn head shouted, Leng Dye kicked over, hitting his big face full of fat, and suddenly a big tooth kicked to the ground, and the little brother on the side also reacted, and instantly surrounded him.

Outside the door, Ning Feng and the others heard a crackling sound coming from inside the room, as well as wails from time to time.

"It's okay for an adult to be alone in there, right?"

The older man of the pair of brothers who had been taught cold dye was worried.

Ning Feng glanced at him strangely, and said in his heart that you guys didn't beat that guy enough, don't you know that Leng Ran is a monster, where will a few little minions in the Spirit Vein Realm be his opponents.

The man who spoke seemed to understand Ning Feng's gaze, and immediately laughed dryly, closed his mouth and stopped talking.

After dozens of breaths, Leng Ran pushed open the door with a look of unfinished eyes, and said something that almost made the thorn in the room inhuman, but it was not fainted, vomiting blood.

"It turns out that more meat can really increase the ability to resist blows, I beat that pig's head for so long, I guess his parents can't recognize his handsome appearance now. ”

Hearing this, the fat man who had never fainted finally fainted happily.

Ning Feng curiously glanced inside, only to see that the ground was lying in a neat row, only the fat man was lying on the table alone, and even the corners of the table were a little tilted, which showed that this fat man must not be despised by him.

Ning Feng and Leng Dye returned to their respective rooms, and the tattooed man and the others let out a bad breath, admiring Leng Dye and Ning Feng even more.

Ning Feng was highly nervous for a day, and he was not cultivating the Chaos Ancient Demon Sutra, but fell asleep on his own bunk.

At dawn, Ning Feng was woken up by the rapid whistle outside, turned over and jumped, washed his face and sobered up a little sleepy, and ran out without even having time to change his clothes.

Yesterday a day passed, Ning Feng and their team of 164 recruits at the beginning, now there are less than 100 people, some of them died yesterday with Ning Feng and Leng Ran, and some of them were executed by the law enforcement team on the wrong path, of course, it's hard to say what the deserters are, after all, no one saw it with their own eyes.

The instructor in charge of Ning Feng's group of recruits had eight stretchers behind them, and on them lay eight unlucky ghosts who had been beaten very miserably by Cold Dye.

An angry look appeared on the instructor's face, and the person who attacked it was too ruthless, and he actually beat these people like this. What made him even more troubled was that there was a big fat man with a very hard background among the people who were beaten.

In fact, there was another wounded, that is, the one guarding the gate, but the guy was not lightly frightened, and he didn't want to show his face, but chose to lie on the bed to recuperate.

"I said you guys can't live in peace? I was only one day away yesterday, and the number of people was reduced by a third, and this is plus these guys who are lying down, say it, do it, stand up yourself. ”

Cold Dye took a step forward from the queue, and the sound was not loud, but everyone could hear it clearly.

"It's me. ”

The instructor just wanted to reprimand, but Ning Feng suddenly took a step forward and said loudly.

"It's me!"

Then, the tattooed man took the lead, and more than 30 people took a step forward, all shouting loudly that it was him. The instructor's face darkened in an instant, and he shouted in a deep voice.

"Okay, it's only been a long time, you have learned to unite, right, let me go to the south city gate, help the brothers who defend the city move stones, carry water, and lay hands, get out now!"

Ning Feng and the others looked bitter, but they were all relieved in their hearts, it seemed that the instructor was planning to let himself and the others go, but this work of moving stones was not easy, the army of poison masters would not retreat for a long time, and the stones, arrows, and oil needed every day were not too much.

On the ground, the eight people on the stretcher looked at Leng Dye resentfully, all of them were a little embarrassed and gloating, this expression was really unpleasant, at least the instructor was very angry, and the guy who was kicking eight bags like zongzi yelled at the iron that could not be made of steel.

"Laughing, you're very happy to see them punished, aren't you? Okay, I'll make you happy too, and let me go to the North Gate Logistics Office to pick up poop! A group of rice buckets, I can't beat one of the eight, and I'm ashamed of you. ”

The faces of the eight people were flushed, including the big fat man with the thorn head, but no, it was a trivial matter to be beaten, and it was too embarrassing for eight to beat one and be all overturned.

Seeing their expressions, the instructor knew that his goal had been achieved, and turned to reprimand the remaining dozens of people.

"Their business, I hope you take it as a warning, if you want to fight, you have to win, otherwise you have to learn to be a man with your tail between your legs. Also, bullying one's own people is a coward's behavior, which is even more contemptible than deserters on the battlefield.

The group of people I just asked to do the coolies were stronger than you, and they at least knew how to help each other in times of crisis. Now, disband!"

Ning Feng and Leng Ran didn't know what happened after they left, and at this moment, standing under the city gate, they were arranged by the officers guarding the city, and the thirty-six people were divided into nine groups, each of them to help the soldiers.

I have to say that Ning Feng's luck is not ordinarily good, because the poison master's army suddenly withdrew in the second half of last night, and until now they have not waved their army to continue attacking, and Ning Feng and their work is much less, and they are almost busy after two hours.

At this moment, Ning Feng was standing on the city wall and looking down, and Leng Ran was also very fascinated, but the tattooed man in their group and another guy were busy repairing the city wall.

The tattooed man was carrying a bucket, and the person on the side directly used the earth attribute spiritual power to repair the broken city wall, and downstairs, a second-level magician dressed in a mage costume was chanting a spell, constantly summoning the water element, and next to him, there were more than a dozen martial cultivators of the spiritual vein realm who were also running the water attribute spiritual power to cooperate.

However, martial arts cultivation is not as good as that of a mage, although they can also call the wind and rain, and the liquid water that a mage can chant is at least three to five times that of a martial artist of the same realm.

However, mages are indeed too rare, and the role below the second level is not great, and the second level and above are rare species in the army, and even those generals dare not easily offend when they see it.

There are only four second-level mages in the entire South City Gate, and there are less than thirty in the huge Black Moon City, which shows the rarity of magicians compared to martial arts.

"Ning Feng, there seem to be a few sneaky people over there. ”

Leng Ran patted Ning Feng and pointed in a direction in the city, Ning Feng looked over, first looked at it suspiciously for a moment, and suddenly came to his senses.

Isn't that person the man in white he met in Boulder City before! Although his face is invisible, and his clothes have changed, the back image has left a deep impression on him.

Bookraiacs have a habit, that is, to tie a white scarf on his coat and pin it to his waist, Ning Feng didn't feel strange when he was wearing white clothes before, but at this moment, it was very eye-catching when he changed into gray clothes, and it also made Ning Feng guess his identity at once.

What is he doing here? Ning Feng thought about it, and suddenly patted his head, and the conversation between him and the White Snake that day sounded, and he immediately guessed the cause and effect of the whole thing.