Not only that, after this Ye Phlegm, the old man looked at Fang Senyan with a triumphant look, what can you do with me? Drive me away! My brother couldn't help it

Facing the provocation of old Muerbo, Fang Senyan said calmly:

"If that's the case, then I don't have anything to say......"

As he spoke, he threw all the Pandora soul crystals and Na'vi elixirs he had obtained from Murbo in front of old Murbo, as if he had thrown away a lot of garbage. Old Murbo was overjoyed, but when he saw these treasures being thrown on the ground at will, he trembled with distress, and waited until he had picked them up and put them away before sneering:

"It's best if you don't......"

However, at this time, Fang Senyan had already retreated into the group of swift beasts, and then ordered the vast swift beasts to gallop towards the east.

Old Murbo didn't know why, but suddenly there was a feeling of indescribable fear. He suddenly woke up to something, and hurriedly shouted:

"Hey! The Mossack tribe is obviously in the west, what are you doing in the east? ”

At this time, the black buddy who stayed next to him said with a smile:

"He's going to collect debts."

Old Murbo was stunned and said:

"What debts?"

The black buddy took out a tooth mushroom and lazily picked between his teeth:

"The boss gave you all your stuff back, right......"

Old Murbo suddenly felt that the treasures in his arms were as hot as coals of fire, and even had the feeling of burning his skin, and he nodded numbly.

The black buddy spread his hands and said very simply:

"That's it, since our deal is canceled, of course the boss will have to get back the investment in the Riding Clan, which includes not only those captives of the Mosak Clan......"

"Yes!" The gold mine didn't know when it jumped out from behind Mo Gansha, and he also took a tattered old-fashioned calculator in his hand, and said sharply after a long time:

"A total of 179 captives, 84 tons of animal meat, 117 furs, 62 cylinders of wine, 8 plastic bags, 2 toothbrushes, of course, the cost of mental damage, the loss of youth, child support, personal income tax, interest, etc., are calculated separately, because at present it is more complicated to calculate."

The muscles on Old Muerbo's face kept twisting with joy, and he couldn't help but roar out:

"Where are there so many?"

Mo Gansha glanced at him and said coldly:

"Great Priest, you really owe us so much, oh by the way, Mr. Goldmine, you forgot to count one thing......"

The gold mine was stunned, and then screamed:

"How so? How could I have counted things less!! It was never possible for me to make such a bizarre and childish mistake! ”

Mogansha looked at old Murbo with bad intentions:

"The son of this old thing was a useless cripple before he met us! Well, there are two more legs! ”

Gold Mine held his face and screamed exaggeratedly:

"My friend, how do you get back the legs that have grown on your body?"

Mo Gansha said coldly:

"What is your approach to chicken thighs? That, of course, was cut off. The leader said, there is no need to make any sense about some fools who cross the river and tear down the bridge, if they dare to pay one pound less, they will cut two pounds of meat from the clansmen of the riding tribe to make up for it! ”

Hearing the dialogue of this unscrupulous duo, old Murbo's eyes suddenly flashed with a fierce light, and the pure black giant manta ray pterosaur under his crotch also sensed the master's mood, flapped his wings and roared angrily! It was like a mountain that felt like it was about to collapse at any moment. Apparently this old guy has already made a move

But Mo Gansha pursed his lips vigorously, strode forward, grabbed the barrel of Zi Huang Jindi, and hit the old Murbo in the face with the butt of his backhand! Mo Gansha used so much force that even the nosebleed of old Murbo was beaten, and the Venus in front of him was in chaos!

Old Murbo didn't expect such an outrageous thing to happen, and for a while he only felt that the blood on his body was gushing to his face, and he was about to make a move with a wild scream, but Mo Gansha vomited on the ground. Phlegm replied to him, and his eyes were full of disdainful contempt:

"Old thing, I think you're greedy and have forgotten the most fundamental things. How do you compare to Chir Okeo? How do the Rider tribes compare to the Mossacks? They are now beaten like dogs by us, and they don't dare to come out of the windy stone heights with their tails between their legs! You bullshit Mother Eva can't do anything about us. Do you dare to play the trick of crossing the river and demolishing the bridge with us? ”

When the black buddy said this, he continued to gently pat the old Murbo boat in the face with the butt of the gun:

"I'm telling you, if you dare to touch off a single hair of mine (black dudes are bald) and the Riding Clan will kill a man! If I shed a drop of blood, everyone in the Rider tribe will bleed! ”

Old Muerbo's hand pressing on the handle of the beast bone blade on his chest suddenly stiffened, his face suddenly became miserable, his mind was also blank, and his body trembled violently. Even though Mogansha was likely to be killed by him and his powerful wyvern in a single blow, and even though Mogansha's rifle butt was still humiliatingly slapping his face, he couldn't make any moves, he didn't dare to make any moves!!

Mo Gansha seemed to be satisfied with the reaction of this cunning fellow, and said after a while:

As he was leaving, he just went to make a feint to see if the pressure from the periphery could lure the people of Mossack out of the ride. However, if he hadn't gotten the first hand of the Mosak clan within twenty minutes, the feint would have turned into a real debt collection operation against the Riding Clan. ”

Old Murbo closed his eyes at once, and then mixed with anger, his miserable face gradually turned into a blank face, and then he knelt directly on the ground, lay down in the dust and kissed the back of Mo Gansha's shoes, and said in an emotionless tone:

"You'll get what you want very quickly my master......"

After saying that, the elder Murbo handed over the same things that he had taken back before, and then jumped on his beloved manta rainbow pterosaur and flapped his wings and flew away. This time, it took about ten minutes for the elder Murbo to return, but he fell to the ground and fell unconscious as soon as he got off the manta ray.

You can see that there is a very terrible wound on the thigh of old Muerbo, and it looks as if he has been picked up by the claws of some giant beast, and tears a long muscle alive, and the blood almost gushes out like a spring:

Its mount also kept flapping its wings and screaming bitterly, and at least three or four more long arrows had appeared on the surface of its body, which penetrated deeply into its body. If it weren't for the huge size and strength of this black manta ray, I believe these few arrows would be enough to kill it!

Although the Mosak tribe does not have the high-speed maneuvering power that can fly in the air, it is also very powerful in the air, and it is definitely not to be taken lightly!

When Mo Gansha saw this scene, his brows furrowed, and at this time, Fang Senyan also rushed back, seeing that Old Murbo was really fighting for his life this time, and it was inconvenient to urge anything. Fortunately, the medical level of human beings is much stronger than that of the Na'vi people, and the old Murbo was quickly treated and bandaged, and the strength of this old thing was also very strong, and he woke up after a while, and still struggled to kneel down and kissed Fang Senyan's instep, and then he said:

"I guess the Saxak tribe will last a long time, they have run out of food, but they have already begun to kill the wounded people and the tamed beasts for food......"

When Reef heard the news, he couldn't help but say:

"Isn't Chir Oke O afraid of the strife?"

Old Murbo Muran's words:

"All the people will take this and hatred on us, and they will be united by the flesh and blood of their people, but this is what the chief told me before, I still see resistance and crying in my eyes and ears......"

Fang Senyan nodded, was silent for a moment, and then turned around and walked away.

Night fell again.

Fang Senyan and the others lived in the dense forest next to the Fengshi Heights. The Zerg's hosts are in the sky 24 hours a day, and these creatures that don't get tired are the best sentinels and eyes, and not even a bird can fly. Therefore, Fang Senyan and the others boldly camped in the dense forest, and did not arrange any guards.

The riders originally grew up in the dense forest, and casually pulled some inconspicuous plants and covered them on the bonfire, so that the faint white smoke fumigated, and those annoying blood-sucking insects disappeared directly After they joined, Fang Senyan and them were also more convenient, and they quickly fell asleep in the tent and sleeping bag. Because I knew that sooner or later there would be a very difficult battle, everyone was recuperating, resting as much as possible, and taking the best breath to meet the hard battle:

However, Fang Senyan had insomnia that night, he had been thinking about the problem of the Mosak clan, because he had invaded the city of the Mosak clan before, so Fang Senyan was also very familiar with the easy-to-defend and difficult-to-attack terrain, so if Qi'er Ouke was determined to use the clan as food, then it was really very tricky. It is really not certain that you can take it down if you use a swift beast to attack, and after all, the time for your group to stay in this world is very limited.

The night on the planet Pandora is not dark, but because there are a large number of luminous plants, it has a hazy beauty, but Fang Senyan knows if he encounters any difficulties...... Don't show it in front of your teammates until you have to, otherwise, it will affect your authority and make the party feel distracted in vain:

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