The man came out, and the little native also came out, and then out of the back of the little native was an indigenous woman, holding a child in her arms, and came out behind her, and three little girls, one of whom was staggering and walking, about two years old, and the other two were only three or four years old.

Chu Xiangjun looked at the man carefully, looking at his clothes, a bit like the clothes worn by the Tang Dynasty people painted in history textbooks, the man looked like a sword, but unfortunately his skin was a little darker, looking at the mixed race children who followed him, he knew that the man had been here for some years.

The desert sun is scorching, and it is understandable that it is sunburned like this.

Chu Xiangjun looked at the man with sympathy, and suddenly, an extremely unfriendly gaze burst out from behind the man.

Chu Xiangjun raised his eyebrows and looked at the indigenous woman behind the man, only to see that she was only seventeen or eighteen years old, petite, and wearing the same clothes as the man, but it was obviously a man's style, thinking that she had been robbed from a captive man.

The woman's condescending expression carried a strong warning to Chu Xiangjun, and she tightened the child in her hand, silently declaring to Chu Xiangjun her possession of the captive man.

"Ho ho clip, ho ho clip. ”

The indigenous leader said something to the man, the man nodded with low eyebrows, and then said a few words of indigenous language to the natives, and the natives carried Chu Xiangjun, Xiahou Qin, and Rhubarb from the ground in front of the man.

Getting out of the blazing fire, Chu Xiangjun suddenly felt a lot cooler, the man glanced at Chu Xiangjun, squatted down to help her untie the rope, and the indigenous woman behind her was busy "ho ho clip".

The man replied to him with two words, "Ho Ho Clip", and the woman stopped squeaking.

Chu Xiangjun guessed that the woman might ask the man not to untie himself, for fear that he was a bad person, so the man said don't worry, they can't escape the same kind of words, and at the same time, he especially admires the brain circuits of the indigenous people.

"Were you also captured by them, these damned natives, don't worry, I'll try my best to convince them to let you go, but after you get out, please help me find someone from the Shangguan family to save me. ”

Because the aborigines don't understand Chinese, the man untied the rope and directly communicated with Chu Xiangjun and them in Chinese.

Xiahou Qin was relieved immediately after Chu Xiangjun, and then he immediately stood next to Chu Xiangjun, facing the man in ancient costume opposite, a trace of doubt flashed in Xiahou Qin's eyes.

"You were also captured?"

Xiahou Qin asked, his tone detached, polite, and obviously guarded.

The man naturally knew what Xiahou Qin meant, smiled bitterly, and said, "Expedient, if I don't marry his daughter, I won't be able to live, and you won't have me as an intermediary now, and you will be roasted and eaten by them in a while." ”

Chu Xiangjun: "......"

Xiahouqin: "......"

It makes sense, but it makes people speechless.

However, we were roasted and eaten and you didn't seem to have anything to do with marrying an indigenous woman, and such a blunt connection would make people feel that they owed you a great favor.