"What do you mean, little ghost! Explain it to Lao Tzu!"

The dead fat man shook Beichuan in his hand again, he was a little scared, and he urgently needed an answer to comfort his weak heart.

At this time, Old Bond slowly stood up, walked to the dead fat man with his hands behind his back, and said slowly

"Lord Darsr, put this child down first, and if you have anything, let's talk about it. ”

"Why? Old Bond, you damn old fellow, don't think that if you're not a slave, I won't dare beat you! Get out of the way! or I'll kick you to death!"

The dead fat man cautiously took a step back.

Old Bond glanced at Beichuan, who was grimacing at him upside down, shook his head and said

"Lord Darsel, I'm old, this old bone is too lazy to die, and I don't want to move, if you hadn't shown off here today, I wouldn't have been able to stand up like this. ”

"What do you mean?

The dead fat man took another step back, and he finally realized what was wrong.

"What the hell do I mean your uncle! You idiot two hundred and five! What are you like like Raushzi level 0 inferior is very strong? Let me tell you! Uncle Bond is a level 0 middle warrior! You quickly let me go! Otherwise, I'll let Uncle Bond beat you to death!"

Beichuan twisted his body again and scolded at the dead fat man.

Forehead?

Hearing Beichuan's words, the dead fat man was dumbfounded, and looked at Old Bond incredulously.

He never thought that the old cook who had been cooking by his side was also a warrior, and he was stronger than himself?

The soldiers in the camp admit that they are stronger than themselves, so that they can firmly suppress them by virtue of their noble status.

However, an old cook actually stood up and said that he was a level 0 middle warrior? This really made the dead fat man a little unacceptable.

"Stop talking nonsense, let people go...."

Old Bond coughed lightly with a straight face, and the hair on the back of his head began to fly.

It's not that he's really angry, but he's really embarrassed about Beichuan's show, so it's a shame to show off, such an age, only level 0 medium, such a little strength, it's embarrassing!

"Oh, good, good..."

The dead fat man felt the momentum coming from Old Bond, and instantly softened, especially when he saw Old Bond's gloomy face, he thought he was angry.

Hurriedly accompanied by a smiling face, he carefully put Beichuan down, and gently patted Beichuan's chest and said

"Oh, Uncle Bond, don't worry about your old man, I'm not joking with my brother Beichuan? Hahaha, this kid is really powerful, he will definitely be able to surpass your old man in the future!

The dead fat man's words are really awkward to hear, Hart's black line on their faces, is this a slap on the back? Why do you feel like it's on the horse's hooves?

How do you listen to it, it feels like you're burying people.

Beyond Level 0 Medium?

Then why did they go to death just now?

Just find a place to be Haoqiang's father, okay?

"I'll go to Uncle! You fat man! A dog can't spit out ivory!"

Beichuan was holding his stomach for a long time just now, and he was carried in his hand like a toy by the dead fat man.

Now when he heard this irresponsible remark again, he suddenly became angry, raised his foot and kicked the dead fat man fiercely.

Anyway, Old Bond is here, how dare the dead fat man fight back.

"Oops, tap.... It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

The dead fat man wanted to dodge, but the size was too large, so he could only stand in place and watch Beichuan kick over.

"Alright, little one, stop, and let him take us to the port, for the longer I stay, the more unsafe it becomes. ”

Old Bond stepped forward and pulled away Beichuan, who had played a full set of military body punches.

glanced at the fat man again, and the latter shrank his neck in fright, and laughed

"Uncle Bond is right, let's go, it's not close to Zeris! It's a pity that my mount ran away, otherwise..."

"Or you'll leave us and run away?"

Coldly, Hart walked up with a bamboo gun, shook the tip of the gun, and looked at the dead fat man coldly and said

"Be honest with me, or I'll stab you directly!"

The dead fat man looked at Hart speechlessly, and his heart was already scolding.

What kind of world is this?

It's just a matter of being bullied by old Bond and that little ghost, how can even he, a pariah, who usually doesn't dare to come out when he sees his atmosphere, threaten himself.

However, these can only be thought about secretly.

On the bright side, the dead fat man still had to be bright and bright, and he agreed again and again.

I can only comfort myself silently in my heart, and when he returns to Noxus, there are a hundred ways to find a field.

The group walked silently, with the Dead Fat Man at the front, followed by Hart and another slave with bamboo guns.

Old Bond, Beichuan and the remaining four people walked behind.

Except for the sighs and sighs from time to time at the front, the rest of the people were silent, looking preoccupied.

Indeed, at least two hours have passed along the way, and I don't know what happened to Merlin?

Although it is clear that he is going to die, it seems silly.

However, Kitagawa felt that Merlin was a pure soldier, and he was worthy of Noxus behind him.

Thinking of Merlin, Beichuan looked at the dead fat man with disdain, in such a comparison, Merlin is comparable to the God of War.

"Darsel!

The dead fat man in front of him suddenly stopped, and Hart looked nervous, and hurriedly raised the bamboo gun to prevent the latter from doing something else.

Facing the bamboo spear on the tip of his nose, the dead fat man innocently raised his hands and said pitifully

"Uncle Bond, we're going to take the road next, maybe we will meet other armies and then arrest us back, either as deserters or as prisoners of war, that's not good, so we have to be careful. ”

Old Bond stepped forward and looked at the few trees left in front of him, frowning

"Is there no other way?"

The dead fat man shook his head and said

"Even if there is, I don't know, I came from here when I came, and your old man also knows, I'm not from here, how can I know the path." ”

The dead fat man said this, and the others couldn't find a reason to refute him, so they could only look at Old Bond dryly, waiting for his idea.

"That's it, then take the main road, everyone cheer up, Darsl will come over and be in charge of guiding the way, Hart, you go to the front, let us know if there is any trouble. ”

Old Bond planned it, and this is also a way out of the way, and what he said just now was just to comfort everyone.

He also knew that if he was really encountered, it would be too late to run, so he could only pray that God would have mercy and not bring these poor fellows to the battlefield again.

Old Bond prayed very reverently in his heart.

However, it's a pity that for civilians, God has always been blind, isn't it?