"Uh-huh............"

Xue San lay on the ground, put his nose into the grass, took a deep breath, and looked intoxicated.

On Xue San's side, Ah Ming silently opened his wine again, drank the last mouthful of blood in it, and asked at the same time:

"The breath of nature?"

"No, it's the smell of sheep dung."

"You've got a good appetite."

Xue San shook his head and said, "Do you know what I smelled?" ”

"Didn't you just say that?"

"Not only that, but I also smelled the sheep here, which are strong and healthy."

"This skill is good, admire."

"A must."

"In the future, when the Lord's son is sick, you can help you eat what to tell the show of faithfulness."

"Why should I eat that thing from the Lord's Son?"

"Could it be that you want to eat ........." Ah Ming frowned slightly and said, "End this topic, it's so disgusting, it makes me a little regurgitated." ”

"You're also interesting, why don't you stay in the city and insist on coming out with me? Now the workshop has not been opened, the production has not been connected, you don't sleep in the ice cellar but run out, what's the picture? ”

"Play." Ah Ming said.

"Itchy hands? Oh no, it's an itchy tooth? ”

"Part of this is the reason, in the past, on the battlefield, I had to stand by the Lord's side to help the Lord block arrows."

"It's like a tool man."

"Well, so I can't let it go, I can't have fun, the lord is unlucky, and I am always shot by cold arrows on the battlefield."

"Understood, what's the other part?"

"Another reason is that after my screening and comparison, I found a kind of blood that can still taste delicious even if the strength is not strong, that is, *** blood."

"What blood?"

"***'s blood."

"No, I said you talk to me face to face, why do you have to silence it?"

"I'm used to it." Ah Ming stretched out his finger and pointed to the position on the top of his head, and said, "When we were in the comics before, what did we say, shouldn't there be a circle dialog box here?" ”

"yes, what's wrong with that?"

"Some words that can't be said won't automatically become coded? For example, if you remove the horse's eyes, it will become **. ”

"So whose blood is it?"

"I just can't tell you."

"For Mao?"

"I'm afraid you'll make a small report."

"Is it so real?"

"Yes, I know that you are holding a ball of fire in your stomach now, afraid that you will pull me into the water."

"I'm wronged."

"Not really."

Ah Ming smiled and tied the empty wine back to his waist, and in front of him and Xue San, there was a tribe.

The tribe occupies a large area, and there are many livestock, but there are not many people.

This is the west of Shentan, the territory of the original Anyang Ministry, but the Anyang tribe has been annexed by the Naiman Ministry, according to the snow tradition, the people of the Anyang tribe will be reduced to the lowest level of the Naiban tribe of slaves to move back to the Naiban tribe, and then the Naiban tribe will send their own people to take over the pasture that originally belonged to the Anyang Ministry.

This is a kind of digestion and division, and it is also the most common law of tribal development in the snow field.

But the newly splintered sub-tribes are undoubtedly still weak and will need some time to develop and recover.

"I still remember the first time I went out with the Lord, and it was a similar situation, except that I was in the camp with the Lord at that time, and now, we are outside."

In the past, he was attacked by a sneak attack, but now, he is going to attack others.

"Have you figured out the situation?" Ah Ming asked.

"You're not coming with me?"

"Oh."

"Do you think I can smell the opponent's troop layout from sheep dung?"

"Can't you?"

Xue San looked at Ah Ming with wide nostrils,

"Are you serious?"

"I think you can develop a lot more in this direction."

"Hehe, our skill points are all ordered, but now they are grayed out, you can't fool me into changing the skill tree."

"It's actually quite boring to recover step by step, so why not play some new tricks when you start over?"

"Hiss......"

"What's wrong?"

"I suddenly feel that your consciousness is so high."

"Thank you."

Xue San stood up, shook his three legs a few times, and did warm-up exercises.

"This tribe's stockade has not been repaired yet because it was breached by the Nabarian tribe earlier, in fact, there are holes everywhere, see if there is one in front of it?

There are two towers there, let's call them towers first, and then over there, there's a team of horses patrolling at night, you choose one side. ”

"Horse team."

"Okay, then I'll go and solve the tower, let's settle a time in our hearts, an hour?"

"Yes."

"Be quiet."

"Teach with you?"

"Hey, hey, hey." Xue San smiled, clapped his hands, and then, behind the two of them, nearly a hundred black figures appeared, "Two hours later, you follow up, Dai Li, inform the soldiers and horses behind, and rush to the camp on time in three hours." ”

"Yes, sir."

Dai Li began to run backwards to deliver the message, and the rest slowly disappeared into the darkness around them again.

Ah Ming said:

"The name Dai Li is really quite personal, did you choose it?"

"His parents gave it to me, and I kept it for good luck."

"Where did you see that Geely came from?"

"Anyway, I can't get on a plane in this era."

"Yes."

"Okay, let's go, I'm also suffocated, don't you know, the day before yesterday I castrated a subordinate with unclean hands and feet to the dog, and I slept soundly when I smelled the smell of blood."

"Disgusting."

"Lao Tzu smells blood and is disgusting, you still fucking drink blood!"

"Those who are good-looking are called accosting, and those who are not good-looking are called 、、、 obscene."

"Your fucking personal attack!"

Ah Ming took half a step back,

stoop

arm hem,

Full of etiquette,

Road:

"Goodbye, my three."

After that,

Ah Ming straightened up, turned around, and walked out.

Xue San pointed to Ah Ming's back and said:

"I still thought that you would turn into a blood shadow and disappear after pretending to be forced, but you still have to use your feet now."

Ah Ming waved his hand and ignored Xue San.

On the side of Xue San's body, the whole person disappeared into a shadow, and advanced towards the camp in front of him.

……

Inside the big tent,

The third prince of the Naiban Department was sitting in the tent with red sleeves and incense, reading at night.

Nothing special,

Because the third prince is indeed reading a book.

The woman who was serving next to her was dressed in a red dress, with a beautiful face and exquisite accessories, and her surname was Wu, and she was called Wu Niangzi.

Everyone in Jindi was born in a beautiful family, and her husband was a local county magistrate.

After the savages entered the customs, the county ordered to defend the city, the city was broken and died, Wu Niangzi was taken captive and became a slave, and when she was sold into the snowfield, she was bought by the third prince of the Naiban Department at the price of fifty sheep and became his concubine.

The third prince has a quiet personality, and unlike other savages, he likes poetry and books.

In the words of the barbarian head, the father of the third prince,

Even he, who is a father, didn't expect to raise such a species.

If it weren't for the fact that some of the facial features of the third prince were very similar to his father's, the barbarian king would really think that he had been given a hat by a scholar.

The third prince's reading is not vassal, he can even compose poems, and the level is very good.

When the Savage King rose, he was praised as a Wenqu star on the snow field and a prime minister seed.

On the one hand, it is praise, and on the other hand, it is also wooing.

But the barbarian department chose to wait and see and did not bet.

The third prince tried his best to persuade his father to send troops to help the savage king, but he was unsuccessful.

Later, with the defeat of the savage king, the main force of the savages in the customs was almost completely wiped out in the Jin land, and the barbarian king also counted down his son, saying that he could not understand the depths.

Several of the three prince's brothers and clan elders all praised the Naiban King for his far-reaching vision.

Later, with the annexation of the Anyang Department by the Naiman Tribe, the third prince was arranged by his father to take care of the pasture of the Anyang Ministry.

The Anyang Department is too close to the Naiban Ministry, and the prince who is really reused will be assigned to pastures far away from home to give them enough space to develop and grow the tribe, and the third prince is equivalent to being held under the nose of the Naiban King, helping to "graze".

"Your Highness, can you have some soup?"

"I'm not hungry, by the way, I told you, don't call me Your Highness, just call me by my name."

Originally, there was only one savage king on the snow field, and his father was the head of the barbarian tribe, but later, a prince of Yan came to the snow field and brought an edict to canonize his father as a prince.

His father was thus king, and several of them were called princes.

My father was very pleased with this, and feasted for three days.

The third prince was not happy, because the Yan people did not pay anything of value at all, and the Naiban tribe and other snow tribes did not get a sheep, a horse or a slave at all, so they sat back and watched the Snow Customs be occupied by the Yan people, and later, it led to the end that the main army of the Savage King was trapped in the south of the Snow Customs and could not return to the snow field and was completely wiped out by the Yan people.

"Your Royal Highness has a noble status, and the concubine does not dare to make a mistake."

"Hehe, don't say such things, I'm just a wild man in the snowfield."

The third prince put down the book in his hand, shook his head, and then called in one of his subordinates who were serving outside, and after the subordinates came in and knelt down, he asked:

"Have the messengers of the other tribes arrived?"

"Third prince, it's here, you passed from us before nightfall, and at this time, you should have arrived at the king's tent."

"Well, got it, you go down."

"Yes, Prince."

"Ugh."

The third prince sighed.

"Your Highness, those tribal envoys have arrived, what are you still sighing for?"

"What's the use of the messenger coming? The Yan Ren Pingye Bo of the Snow Customs has already announced that the Snow Plains are going to attack my barbarian tribe, if my barbarian tribe can't gather the warriors of himself and the alliance tribe as soon as possible, how can I resist the iron cavalry of the Yan people? ”

Speaking of which,

The third prince couldn't help but stroke his forehead and said with emotion:

However, after receiving this news, my father did not make up his mind, and at the cost of pasture cattle and sheep in exchange for the help of the Luo Meng and other tribes as soon as possible, he actually thought of uniting many tribes to put pressure on the Yan people, hoping to solve this dispute by not using swords.

Father, it's really ........."

The following words, the third prince did not say it, he admired Zhuxia culture since he was a child, and he still understood the truth that the son did not say anything about his father's fault.

"Your Highness, would the Yan people really call so quickly?"

"Yan people's style of acting, has always been vigorous and resolute, the snow customs of the Pingye uncle, looking at its style, dare to lead a lone army deep behind the enemy, surprise attack the snow customs, moreover, young.

This person will either not do it, or simply and neatly, and will never just talk about it.

It's just that the snow customs should be overstretched, if the father can gather the allies early, I can't say that things can take a turn.

If it's the worst........."

The third prince looked at Mrs. Wu, reached out to hold her hand, and said:

"You'll be able to go home."

"Your Highness, the concubine doesn't dare to think about it, the concubine just wants to be by His Highness's side and serve His Highness now."

"The wind of the snow field will wrinkle your face, the cold of the snow field will grow old with your voice, and the land is the place where people are really raised.

I told you a long time ago that if you want to go back, I will agree, this is not a backword, it is not a lie, I mean it. ”

"Your Highness, the concubine has no home, even if she returns to Jindi, how should she deal with herself?"

Hearing this, the third prince sighed and said:

"Home, it's still there, otherwise, why do those Jin slaves in the tribe want to escape to the Snow Customs.

Alas, in the end, this time my eldest brother was too arrogant, and he chased the escaped slaves to chase them well, and actually killed those slaves to become Jingguan.

In the past few years, the Yan people have fought against foreign countries and won successive battles, breaking the Qian, swallowing the Jin, killing Chu, and expelling our holy clan, how could that young Yan uncle endure this humiliation?

In fact, after all, I am too wasteful to take care of things, otherwise, when the king started the incident, even if my father did not agree, I should lead a group of loyal subordinates to kill my father and a few brothers first, and then ask the king to send troops to help me control the barbarian department. ”

The eyes of the third prince flashed with a murderous aura.

Wu Niangzi immediately said:

"Your Highness, if Your Highness goes, maybe, maybe, you may ............"

"Are you afraid that I will die south of the Snow Customs? Hehe, in fact, it's just a loss, don't look at the current scenery of my barbarian, it's just a late loss for a while.

In my opinion, the reason why the Yan people did not take advantage of the situation to attack the snow field is that they need to recuperate, and second, they need to beware of the Chu State.

But when the Yan people are ready, they will inevitably send troops to the snow field, Uncle Hirano, Uncle Hirano, the Emperor of the Yan people gave the title of Chief Soldier of the Snow Customs, and the intention is actually very clear.

Now is the .........

If I can really stand up to things,

I should have joined forces with the Yanren uncle in the Snow Customs early before my eldest brother committed the crime, and begged him to help me rebel against my father's control of the clan.

In this way, although I am a barbarian will be reduced to a dog under the earl's chain, it is better than becoming a dead dog. ”

"Your Highness, what you said today ........."

"Do you know one thing that I have understood more and more since reading the book?"

"Your Highness, the concubine doesn't know."

"Heh, that's useless to be a scholar."

Wu Niangzi didn't dare to speak.

The third prince slammed the table,

This prince, whose face is a savage but exudes a scholarly atmosphere,

At this time, his eyes were red and he said word by word:

"But originally, my Holy Clan has a chance to win!"

……

Ever since he was beaten by the lord, Xue San's mood has been very bad, and it is very bad.

These days, he has been reflecting;

Obviously smart and cute Yushu Linfeng himself,

Why do you make such a low-level mistake?

He couldn't figure it out,

The more I can't figure it out, the more angry I get,

So

When he plunged the dagger into the neck of the barbarian soldier, he deliberately stabbed a few centimeters deep and stirred it.

This was a big no-no for the Assassins, as it could cause more noise or more blood to be spilled.

But Xue San felt that the depression in his heart seemed to dissipate a little because of this,

So

After lurking on the side of another Barbarian soldier,

He stabbed his dagger into the chest again.

call

Much more comfortable.

The two corpses were thrown aside, and Xue San looked up at the two soldiers above who seemed to be dozing off, and climbed up at a very fast speed.

These two people are really dozing off.

Back to back, already asleep, still snoring.

This made Xue San a little dissatisfied, the uncle worked hard to lurk over to kill you, pull out the nails, you treat the uncle like this, my pay?

Your vigil is hard, but please respect my labor, okay?

So

Xue San stretched out his hand and slapped them awake,

After they open their eyes,

The two daggers were stabbed into the necks of the two of them very accurately by Xue San, and the two of them were struggling, their eyes widened, staring at Xue San in extreme horror, and they couldn't make a sound.

Xue San looked at them like this, and enjoyed the feeling of looking at each other,

All the way to,

They lost their breath.

"Hoo ......"

Comfortable.

Xue San pulled out the dagger and stood up, his steps were a little vague, and his body was a little shaky.

Rise

Look at the dry and bright sky on the snowfield,

This is yourself,

The life you want.

The three masters all wanted to sing a song, but this was not the time.

I could only go down the tower, lurk under another tower, and after killing the two barbarian soldiers below, I climbed the tower again.

This time, the third master was quite satisfied, and the two barbarian soldiers on the tower did not sleep.

But the vigilance, in fact, is not high.

A girl leaning against the railing, as if thinking about the girl in someone's tent.

One sits on the wooden planks of the tower and weaves wreaths.

The very melancholy painting style, with this starry sky, should be added with a soothing violin soundtrack to enhance the atmosphere.

The third master has some pity for this picture,

Silently hung himself on the edge of the tower, and "drank into three people" with them, enjoying this literary tone together.

I don't know how long it has been.

in a word

Because he is too efficient, he leads to the previously agreed time, and there is still a lot of wealth.

But the soldier who was weaving the wreath on the tower stood up and shouted below, presumably in response to his companions below.

So

The atmosphere of peace and tranquility ends,

Just as one can choose to immerse oneself in this tranquility for a short period of time, one still needs to raise one's head and face the reality after all.

A dark crossbow was aimed at the soldier holding the wreath, and at the same time as it was shot, Xue San's body also flew over, sending the dagger into the neck of the soldier who was in a daze in the distance.

Two people, who died quickly, very simply.

Xue San sat down silently,

Now, it's still three people.

But it doesn't seem to be the same anymore.

Xue San got up and re-put the soldier who had looked into the distance back into his previous posture, and used extremely precious silk threads to fix it.

The other sat cross-legged and placed the half-woven wreath on his knees.

After doing this,

Xue San leaned against the railing,

Slowly close your eyes,

Well

It's that smell.

……

And unlike Xue San's side, which needs to be quiet because it is close to the camp,

The horse team that Ah Ming needs to solve is far away from the camp, so he can be more free.

There were eight people on the other side, swimming aimlessly around the periphery.

It seems that they are doing patrols, but you can feel the kind of casualness that emanates from them from afar.

Obviously, Uncle Hirano, the chief soldier of the Snow Customs, has issued a will to the Snow Plains to conquer the Barbarian Department.

But the people of the barbarian tribe don't seem to realize that war is coming.

On the one hand, he did not hesitate to dispatch troops, and the barbarians who had just arrived did not even rest, they were directly transferred, and an extremely detailed battle plan was formulated.

On the other hand, it seems that you are still enjoying the beautiful season of the year in the snowfield.

Whether it's really carelessness or because of full confidence,

Ah Ming felt that he liked the posture of the eight barbarian sentry horses.

So

Ah Ming didn't sneak in, but chose to stand on the ground where they were about to come, just standing, not moving.

The sentry team came, and the leader quickly spotted the figure standing in front of him by the light of the moon.

I have to say that the sentry is scattered, but they still remember what they did when they didn't sleep at night and walked outside, and immediately two Nabarian sentries opened their bows and arrows, and shot at Ah Ming without hesitation.

"Poof!"

An arrow missed, and an arrow hit Ah Ming in the chest.

And then

Ah Ming fell.

Immediately, these eight sentinels rode horses and surrounded Ah Ming, who was lying on the ground.

One of them has a very good habit, even if Ah Ming, who was hit by an arrow, was lying motionless on the ground, he still opened his bow and shot another arrow at Ah Ming.

It's a pity that Uncle Zheng is not here at this time, otherwise he would definitely praise this kind of mending behavior.

"Poof!"

This arrow hit Ah Ming in the abdomen.

Ah Ming was still motionless.

But because Ah Ming's clothes did not look like slaves, the leader still motioned for one of his subordinates to dismount, carry Ah Ming's "corpse" on horseback, and plan to take it back to the camp for a closer look.

They began their return journey.

If this is a game of Russian roulette, the first lucky player has already come out.

And he didn't happen to fall at the back of the line.

The lucky savage knight only felt a gust of wind behind him, and then he felt as if he had been bitten on his neck.

What does it feel like to be bitten by a vampire?

If you are a low-level vampire, it will hurt when bitten, no different from being bitten by a dog.

But high-level vampires are different, after all, at their level, they have begun to enjoy the atmosphere of the meal and begin to understand the respect for food.

Therefore, when Ah Ming's fangs pierced into the neck of the savage pawn, the savage pawn did not scream, and his face showed a look of intoxication, as if he was enjoying this feeling.

That itch, that sour, that comfort,

It's like dreaming that you're flying in the clouds.

And then

It was in this state that he lost his life.

forthwith

Ah Ming jumped onto the back of the savage knight in front of him, and stabbed his fangs into it.

And then,

Draw a scoop according to the gourd.

Because Ah Ming's body is as light as a ghost and his movements are extremely smooth, he has solved five savage knights in this way in a row, but he has not been discovered.

If it weren't for the wild man in the lead, who just turned around and was about to say something, and saw that all of his subordinates in the back were actually prostrate on horseback, maybe Ah Ming could really send them all back to the embrace of the stars in silence.

But

If you find it, you will find it.

Ah Ming's figure catapulted directly, and then fell behind a wild man in front of him, his fangs pierced in, but this one was not the lucky one, and he couldn't enjoy the spiritual spa before death like his previous companions, Ah Ming's neck was raised, and the brother's neck was directly torn off.

Of the eight sentinels, only two are still alive.

The leader drew his knife, and in the face of this strange scene, he did not choose to escape, but took the initiative to rush towards Ah Ming.

Ah Ming jumped forward and greeted him.

"Poof!"

The knife edge stabbed into Ah Ming's chest almost without hindrance, but the inertia of Ah Ming's body caused it to slide forward along the blade and come to the front of the leader.

The leader of this sentry cavalry team had even sensed that his palm holding the hilt of the sword was actually already in Ah Ming's body.

It's not hot, it's cold, it's icy!

"Buzz!"

A glow was released from the leader, and it was clear that he was a warrior.

How high the rank is, Ah Ming doesn't know, and he doesn't need to be clear.

Because when it comes to the real fight, in addition to the absolute strength factor, there are actually too many external conditions that can affect the real result of the duel.

For example, when the leader has just shone on his body,

Ah Ming's ten nails,

It has already pierced into the chest of this brother.

"Click!"

Under the agitation,

The other party's body spasmed, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and he was directly cut off.

The only remaining fish that slipped through the net did not have the courage of the leader, this was the previous savage brother who had a good habit of mending knives.

It was precisely because he personally "mended the knife" that he was sure that Ah Ming was really dead, but the dead man came back to life and killed his Shangfeng and other companions, which directly broke his mind.

Run, run, run!

It's the devil, the devil!

Ah Ming didn't chase it,

Instead, he silently drew out the bow and arrow that hung from the leader's saddle,

Bow and arrow,

aim

The whole set of actions, all in one go.

Because it used to be used as a target for archery practice by the Lord,

Therefore, Ah Ming has long been accustomed to and proficient in the art of archery.

The Bloodline's keen perception is instilled into the arrows,

Even the wind speed has been taken into account.

"Buzz!"

Arrows are fired,

Straight through the neck of the last survivor, who fell straight down and dismounted.

Ah Ming stretched out his hand, wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, and then pulled out the knife that was still in his stomach, and threw it on the ground very casually.

The injuries on the body are recovering at a speed that is visible to the naked eye.

If you can stand next to Ah Ming at close range,

You can even hear the slight crunch and wriggling of the flesh as it is put together, like a torn sweater that has been stripped of the threads and started to be re-knitted.

Ah Ming took out a small bottle from his arms and pulled the stopper open, and there was black blood inside.

yes

Xue San is not the only one who plays with blood to do experiments.

The demon kings actually have nothing to do, so they will ask each other for blood to do research.

In the past, it was really difficult to find so much novel blood, but it happened to be on the Lord's side, and there were a lot of raw materials, so it was easy to borrow.

Today, I asked you for a few hundred milliliters, and tomorrow I will return a few hundred milliliters to you, so that you can borrow it and pay it back, and it is not difficult to borrow it again.

In this bottle,

It was filled with Pixiu's blood.

Yes, that's right, it's the Pixiu under Uncle Zheng's crotch.

When Ah Ming bared its fangs and walked towards it, it could only lean there very aggrievedly, and let Ah Ming take some of its blood very quietly.

In order not to be found by the Lord that his beloved mount was artificially bled by hand,

Ah Ming also deliberately chose the position of Pixiu's abdomen to bleed,

And then when Pixiu obediently turned over to the side and let you pick up,

Ah Ming found that there had been many openings on the stomach of the cargo, which proved that a group of animals had come before him!

At this point,

While his wounds are healing themselves,

Ah Ming poured Pixiu's blood into his mouth.

The strength of the blood clan comes from the blood, and the division of the level and strength of the blood clan, that is, the essence of the blood level, is the level of power contained in the blood.

The truly powerful bloodline, even if there is only a drop of blood left, can rely on the power contained in this drop of blood to start repairing their bodies again.

So what Ah Ming is doing now is to try to see if his grade can't be improved, then he can find another way to increase his strength horizontally.

And then

Hiss............

The wound that was healing in the abdomen suddenly began to be disordered, and the yarn that was originally being tied suddenly became out of proportion and began to tie knots.

This kind of pain is no longer describable by torture.

Ah Ming's arms were holding the war horse under his crotch, and the war horse was also affected by Ah Ming's breath, and became very well-behaved and didn't dare to toss.

Long

Ah Ming raised his head with a pale face,

Reached out and touched the position of his abdomen,

The wound has not completely healed, and even because of his previous tossing, his body has become extremely empty.

"Is this what the blind often call a bond, a bond between us and the Lord?"

Whether it is longitudinal or horizontal,

You simply can't get the possibility of increasing your own power from sources other than the Lord.

Ah Ming opened his mouth,

let out a few self-deprecating laughs,

"Huh.........

In summary

I still have to go back and continue to lick the Lord. ”

"What's the matter, you still want to turn the sky upside down?"

Xue San's voice appeared beside Ah Ming, and immediately, he walked out of the shadows and said with a disgusted expression:

"I mean, you vampires are so showy? If you don't hang some colors for yourself, you can't pretend to force yourself to heal yourself, right? ”

forthwith

Xue San sniffed,

He smelled a familiar smell,

Immediately shouted:

", this is Pixiu blood, you dare to secretly bleed the treasure mount of the master!"

"Huh." Ah Ming was too lazy to take care of him.

Because he didn't believe that Xue San didn't let it go.

"How do you say it, if you want to do an experiment, I'll build a small laboratory, and let's do it together, what do you think? If you do it yourself, it's easy to cripple yourself, it's too unsafe. ”

"If you do it, I'm afraid I'll just mess myself up."

"Look, look, that's ugly, isn't it?"

Xue San didn't continue grinding his teeth, but looked to the other side, where hundreds of black shadows had already begun to infiltrate the savage tribe camp along the route that he and Ah Ming had swept out before, and the scythe of the god of death had been raised high under the cover of night.

"Actually, there are the simplest and most practical methods, just two words."

Xue San jumped up as he spoke, patted Ah Ming's shoulder, and continued:

"Do you know what those words are?"

Xue San pursed his lips,

Spat on the ground,

Self-questioning:

"Resign to fate."

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Good night everyone.