"What is Maozi's contact information?" The village chief's expression was a little sluggish, and he reacted for a long time, and he didn't understand what Jin Qing was talking about!

It seems that there are really different races! There seems to be no way to communicate between himself and the savage man in front of him.

Jin Qing's hoarse voice made the village chief feel excited, but it also confirmed that Jin Qing, who was suspected of being a wild man in front of him, had absolutely no ill will towards him.

Looking at the village chief whose eyes continued to be dull, Jin Qing stopped talking, and it was important to do business first.

Afraid that the wolves would steal their spoils, Jin Qing sent away his eyes and led the number wolves to lie in the distance, not allowed to get close to the horse team.

Anyway, after such a long time of taming, Baiyan has already accepted his identity as a little brother, and he no longer has the intention of escaping, and he is not afraid that they will take the opportunity to slip away, mainly because Jin Qing is confident that he can run faster than Baiyan.

White Eyes: Hehe, whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway!

Seeing Jin Qing ignore himself and walk straight back to the horse team, and the wolves also ran to the distance and crawled down lazily.

The village chief came back to his senses and hurriedly followed Jin Qing to help, although the communication between the two was not very convenient, but it was always no problem to help with some small things.

The corpses of the Yi people and the Jin people on horseback were all dismantled, most of the corpses of the Jin people were incomplete, and while the village chief was crying out in pain, Jin Qing had carefully put them close to the village chief.

The corpse of Yirenmen, along with the body of their leader, was laid flat on the ground on the other side.

Although there was no difference between the Yi people and the Jin people in Jin Qing's era, it did not delay Jin Qing's deep hatred for this kind of behavior of torturing others for fun.

Therefore, when attacking these Yi people, Jin Qing did not hesitate, the murderer will always kill him, depending on whose fist is bigger, who is the truth.

The once peaceful village is now like an Asura field, strewn with corpses all over the ground.

The village chief's mood is very complicated, seeing the body of the Jin people has an indescribable bitterness, and seeing the body of the Yi people has an indescribable joy.

The village chief, who was hit by two emotions at the same time, felt that he was going to be a demon. Finally, the village chief, who finally calmed down, walked to the Jin people's side and decided to help his people clean up first, so that they could settle into the ground.

And Jin Qing did not have any empathy for the village chief's psychology.

The text said that as long as the head of the Yiren was placed, Jin Qing checked the knife in his hand after arranging the corpse of the Yiren, found a convenient direction, and chopped it towards the neck of the Yiren.

Unsurprisingly, I heard 707's voice again: "Stop, don't!" ”

Jin Qing stopped halfway, only to hear the sound of the card, the tendons in his shoulder flashed, Jin Qing gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words to 707: "It's the third time today, you'd better give me a reasonable explanation." ”

"We are a compassionate system, and the host cannot do such a brutal thing! Otherwise, the score will be dropped in the future. 707 replied neatly.

Jin Qing: "Hehe! "What a big archway of chastity!

I don't want to deal with the screaming 707 anymore.

Jin Qing looked in the direction of the old village chief, who was bowing his head at this time, sorting out the corpses of the Jin people on the ground in distress.

recalled that this was how he collected the corpses of the former villagers.

For a while, sadness came from it, while trying his best to piece together the bodies of his subordinates, so that they could return to dust and dust.

On the other hand, because of the tragic death of these poor people who were also burdened by the troubled times, they whimpered in a low voice, and they were born in the troubled times, and tomorrow this may be their own end.

The village chief, who was immersed in his own world, had completely ignored Jin Qing's calculating gaze at this time.

Carrying a knife, he walked in front of the village chief, and Jin Qing's hoarse voice sounded again: "Can you do me a favor?" ”

The teary-eyed village chief raised his head, and Jin Qing's dirty face seemed to be coated with a layer of golden light under the sun, making the village chief a little unable to open his eyes.

"My lord, what do you command? Although I told the little old man that the little old man is willing to serve the dogs and horses! The village chief got up from the ground and bowed to Jin Qing, the life-saving benefactor.

Hearing the village chief say that he was willing to help, Jin Qing's happy eyes narrowed into a line, and handed the Yiren scimitar in his hand to the village chief: "Come on, help me chop off their heads!" ”

Village Chief: "......" Did the old man hear it wrong?

Turning Jin Qing's words around his head a few times, he looked at the big knife handed over by Jin Qing.

The village chief, who thought about it for a long time before he suddenly realized, sat on the ground: "Wild, wild, wild, old man, no, don't dare!" ”

"Grandpa, what is this name!" Jin Qing was puzzled, unaware that the old village chief was called a savage man.

"You can call me Miss Jin, or Jin Qing." Because it involved the immortal tablet in the later stage-belief power, Jin Qing generously informed the other party of his name.

Old Village Chief: The old man would rather believe that this cruel thing in front of him is a real wild man than believe that you are actually a girl.