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“……”

After calming down his emotions, Pang Xiaodou and Bakr Bloodhoof staggered by, and originally wanted to pat him on the shoulder, but seeing that this guy had clenched his fists and still looked thoughtful, he finally withdrew his hand and sat back on the small wooden stake where he was from, assuming a breezy posture...... Watching a play.

"Hehe, Bakkel, I think you have something else to say now!?"

On the other side, Cook Bloodhoof was extremely satisfied with what Pang Xiaodou said, and showed him an expression of "count you as acquaintances", and then shouted to the few minotaurs who were already about to carry out his orders before with a villainous look, "What are you still doing in a daze, don't you hear, Bakr is a complete liar, a disgrace to our Bloodhoof clan, immediately drive him off Thunder Cliff!" ”

"Yes, Chief!"

Several minotaurs hurriedly lunged at Bakr Bloodhoof, instantly restrained him with their strong arms, and pushed him towards the old elevator.

"I ......"

Bakr Bloodhoof staggered forward like a puppet, still thinking about what Pang Xiaodou had just said to him, which was like a huge hammer, slamming down on his heart, so heavy that he couldn't breathe, couldn't beat his heart.

"Hurry up, don't bother us, you liar!"

The minotaurs reprimanded him unceremoniously, and the rest of the people just stood by and watched.

"I ......"

Bakr Bloodhoof's steps became as heavy as his heart.

What I want to protect - the family name I am proud of, the clan I can't give up, and even the bones of my father who can't return to my roots......

As long as he stepped on this elevator and went down from here, these things would all leave him, and he would never be able to get them back, so ...... Did he abandon these things, or did these things abandon him? Did he abandon his people, or did he abandon him?

"I ......"

Bakr Bloodhoof's head was very confused, but at the moment when he was about to step on the elevator, his feet could no longer be lifted, even if several minotaurs behind him were still pushing and pushing, his body was still shaking, but his feet seemed to be rooted, and he could not move half a step.

“……”

Pang Xiaodou just looked at him sideways, still not expressing any opinion.

"I ......"

Bakr Bloodhoof tried to find the answer from Pang Xiaodou's face, but there was no answer, only a serious and indifferent face.

"Let's go! Don't force us to be rough with you, you shame on the Bloodhoof, you Bloodhoof unforgiving liar! ”

The impatient voices of the minotaurs came from behind them, their tones full of disdain and spit, and they writhed like a dagger pierced into the heart of Bakir Bloodhoof.

In particular, the words "shame" and "liar" are like "barbs" and "blood tanks" on the dagger.

It stung Bakker Bloodhoof's consciousness deeply - it hurt so much that he couldn't breathe!

Bakker Bloodhoof's fists, arms, shoulders, neck, ...... Even all the joints on his body began to "crackle", and Pang Xiaodou could clearly feel his anger and unwillingness.

He knew that this minotaur was a tough guy, he was not afraid of any hardships and difficulties, and he was not afraid of life and death, otherwise he would not have paid so much for the Bloodhoof tribe before, and he never complained.

It's just that...... He is still too simple and kind, very pure, and people can't bear to destroy.

Pang Xiaodou really has no right or qualification to judge whether such a pure guy's choice is right or wrong, good or bad, because different people have different standards for judging right and wrong, so Pang Xiaodou never said what he wanted to say to Bakr Bloodhoof.

What he wanted to say most was: "You're a demigod now, in the Bloodhoof Clan, in Thunder Cliff, you're the rule now, don't say that what you say is the truth, it's not the truth, who dares to say half a word in this group of guys!?" ”

But he still held back, it was just his own idea, to guide Buckle Bloodhoof in this way, Pang Xiaodou actually felt a little shameless, although he thought he was actually right, but let Buckle Bloodhoof choose for himself.

However, there is one thing that Pang Xiaodou can conclude that Bakr Bloodhoof's brother cannot lead the Minotaur of the Bloodhoof tribe to live a good life, and such Bakr Bloodhoof must not be a great leader, because in the face of real enemies, such pure simplicity and kindness are weakness......

And he said it from the beginning, he was teaching this guy to be a great chief, not a good man!

It was at this time.

"I'm Bakir Bloodhoof...... Not a liar!! Nor is it a disgrace to the Bloodhoof!! ”

Bakir Bloodhoof suddenly roared loudly.

Just with a sudden shake of his body, he shook aside the few equally strong minotaurs who were escorting him before, this is the strength of Bakr Bloodhoof, who has become a level 200 demigod, he can even retreat when facing three mutated big zongzi, how can these minotaurs be his opponents?

Turning around, his eyes were even bloodier red than before, but there was no longer the helplessness and despair in his eyes, but there was incomparable firmness, the momentum and unquestionability of a chief who was about to rule and lead a tribe!

"Thank you, my lord, I figured it out...... I will be a great chieftain, not a weak minotaur who has lost his surname! ”

Looking at Pang Xiaodou, Bakr Bloodhoof's voice once again became calm, instead of speaking in a pleading tone like before.

"Hmm."

Pang Xiaodou smiled and nodded.

"Bakker, what are you doing!?"

However, his performance made Cook Bloodhoof a little flustered, he tore his throat and loudly reprimanded Bakr Bloodhoof, and then his face showed murderous intent, and shouted at several minotaurs who were shaken open by Bakr Bloodhoof, "Didn't you guys hear what I said before?" If Bakr dares to resist, he will be killed! Give me ......."

"My brother, this is the last time I warn you, don't call me Bakker, please call me Bakker Bloodhoof!!"

Buckle Bloodhoof's eyes were cold, and his tone was resolute, "This is the surname given to me by my father, no one can take it away, and no one has such power from today onwards, unless I am willing to give it up myself!" ”