"Can those animals be considered human?"

In Li Xiaobai's eyes, whether it is a mountain bandit or a horse bandit, as long as they don't do personnel and destroy human nature, they are not qualified to be counted as people. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's not a human thing, who cares if they're eaten as a snack by a monster.

"Then, the slave family is welcome. ”

Qing Yao's figure suddenly became a little larger again, spitting out a bright red snake letter, and rushed forward directly.

A mountain bandit who fell at the back suddenly felt that the sky above his head was dark, and subconsciously raised his head to look, and he was immediately frightened, and he only had time to let out a heart-rending scream, and was swallowed by the huge green snake with its mouth wide open, along with people and horses.

"Ahh

Cannibalism!

This is the demon clan eating people alive and swallowing them directly.

Hearing the screams from behind, the mountain bandits who followed behind the old knife finally woke up to the fact that monsters were monsters, and they were not able to deal with them at all.

But this tragedy for them has only just begun.

The horses were so frightened that their legs were weak, and the bandits waved their whips desperately, whipping the horses' buttocks open, and the horses under them were desperately moving their hooves in severe pain, and even so, the speed of running was still three points slower than usual.

The body is as thick as a water tank, and the huge green snake with a length of more than ten zhang moves like the wind, and catches up with those mountain bandits in a blink of an eye, one bite on the left, one bite on the right, the screams of despair continue to sound, one after another mountain bandits are either bitten by the green snake from the horse's back and thrown into the sky, and then fall into the mouth of the snake in free fall, or even the people and horses are directly swallowed, and an obvious bulge can be seen on the surface of the snake's body slowly moving back, but it quickly disappeared.

Some mountain bandits who were unwilling to die in the mouth of the demon were extremely frightened, turned their heads and waved their weapons to rush towards Qing Yao.

In front of the demon clan of the Transformation Realm, the courage of ordinary mortals is completely useless.

The sharp arrow shot at the snake scales, not even a white spot was left, and the sword slash was not even qualified to tickle, Qing Yao completely ignored the resistance of these small snacks, opened the poisonous fangs and swallowed the snake mouth as usual.

"Run!"

The old knife handle shouted hoarsely as he threw away everything that could be thrown away on the horse's back, reducing the weight as much as possible and making the horse run faster.

The horse bandits who had followed him from the Gobi Desert did the same.

Straight knives, armor, water bladders, bags of dry food, and even gold and silver that they carried with them were all thrown away, and now it was important to save their lives, and they couldn't care about anything else.

Only the mountain bandits who were accepted by Fengwolf Road and Dahuangling were still reluctant to give up their belongings.

The fleeing team gradually divided into two parts, and the mountain bandits who did not reduce their burden with the old knife handle gradually fell behind, only the old knife handle ran in front with his henchmen, and the distance between the two sides became larger and larger.

The mounts of the old knife handle and others are horses that have been selected by thousands of people, even if they are called BMWs, and the speed when running at full strength is completely different from the horses and inferior horses that are temporarily given to the mountain bandits, and most of the mountain bandits are left behind.

After a burst of crying fathers and screams of despair, except for the old knife handle and five or six henchmen who fled to the depths of Dahuangling in panic, the other mountain bandits were all buried in the belly of the snake, and only a dozen horses were left paralyzed by the side of the road in fright.

"A few of them ran away!"

The green snake who ate a happy meal was a little dissatisfied, realizing that he was patronizing and devouring the mountain bandits, and actually let a few small snacks take the opportunity to slip away.

I wanted to continue the pursuit, but I looked at the vast mountains that the demon was not familiar with, covered with vegetation, and couldn't find the direction at all, after all, she was a snake demon, not a dog.

Snake letters can distinguish tastes and even heat, but they can't be pinpointed and tracked like a dog's nose.

"Forget it, poor Kou Mo chases, as long as he is still in the mountains, sooner or later he will be dug out. ”

Li Xiaobai rode a horse and Shi Ran chased after him, making Qing Yao give up the idea of chasing after him.

The transformation of the mountain bandit is also a challenge for the old knife master, and it is destined that he will not be as comfortable in this mountain as he was in the Gobi Desert.

With such a deep hatred, how could it be possible to let the other party die happily and let the old knife handle fall into panic all day long, which is in line with Li Xiaobai's wishes.

"It's a pity!"

Qing Yao still swallowed the snake letter, such an opportunity is rare.

She reverted back to a small three-foot-long snake, jumped on horseback, and got into her purse.

There was only one mountain bandit left, that is, the giant man who fainted first, and the caravan guards were not idle, they rushed up, unceremoniously tied him into a zongzi, and waited until night to make a supper for the snake demon.

As Li Gongzi said, his demon slaves really eat bad guys, thank God!

A scoop of cold water was poured on the giant man's face, waking him up on the spot.

"Demon, monster eats people!

As soon as the giant man opened his eyes, he immediately howled heartbreakingly.

This guy is not afraid of heaven and earth, he is afraid of monsters.

"Whatever you shout, you're done!"

The leader of the caravan guard whipped the giant man, and the big man who was nearly a foot old was really white.

"One left?"

Li Xiaobai rode around and saw the caravan guards punching and kicking a tightly bound captive.

Everyone in the mountain bandits was punished, and the guards were naturally not polite.

This Li Gongzi and his demon slave relieved the caravan from danger, and the guards treated him with great respect, and immediately said, "Childe, how should this thief fall?"

Although the caravan of righteousness and kindness has always been friendly with all kinds of green forests, and adheres to the disaster of spending money to eliminate disasters and generating wealth in harmony, it does not mean that they can be plundered.

Therefore, the bandits who fall into their hands are probably not much better than those who fall into the hands of the government.

"Well, it's big!"

Li Xiaobai lowered his head to pick up the giant's eight-edged gourd hammer, but did not lift it.

The hammer head the size of a watermelon with a stainless steel hammer handle can weigh no less than one or two hundred catties, and if it is slammed on a person, I am afraid that it will not die or be disabled.

Originally, he was still a little worried, but when he saw that his eight-sided gourd hammer was still unmoved, his brain was like a giant man who lacked strings, and he suddenly had a contemptuous heart, and laughed.

"Hahaha, I have a little white face, I want to move my master's hammer head, let's go to the next life!"

"Shut up, death is on the verge of death, and you dare to be arrogant. ”

"Brothers, clean him up!"

The Shang guards added their fists and kicks again, beating the giant man to the point that his face was covered in blood.

"Such a heavy guy, just used to sell scrap metal, probably enough for a banquet. ”

Li Xiaobai didn't care about the giant man's ridicule at all, and still looked at the eight-sided golden gourd hammer stained with stone powder and blood stains.

When such a heavy weapon is put on the battlefield, it is definitely a sharp weapon to destroy the withering and decaying, even the Rong people's proud rushing cavalry may not be able to withstand a hammer.

In the same way, only a warrior can handle such a heavy hammer.

"No, don't sell my hammer! Kill me, don't sell my hammer!"

In the fists and kicks that split his head and covered his face, the giant man screamed in a hurry as soon as he heard that he was going to sell his precious hammer.

Li Xiaobai retracted his gaze on the eight-sided gourd hammer in front of him, looked at the giant man and mountain bandit who was being beaten, smiled and said: "It's better to take care of yourself first! Such a big guy, wait for supper at night!"

The giant man's rough skin and thick flesh seem to be very beaten, although he was beaten on the surface, he was still alive and well.

"There's a supper at night? This is a good feeling! No, I like to make balls with wine, and I like it, I like it, uh!" The giant man screamed in surprise, and then realized that it was wrong, and his voice trembled: "When you have a supper, don't be a supper! Don't eat me!"

It turns out that instead of having something to eat, it's feeding youkai!

The little giant-like man was scared again.

"Stop!"

Li Xiaobai stopped the sweaty caravan guards, looked at the big man in front of him with arms thicker than his waist, and said, "Have you killed anyone?"

The giant man said angrily: "Killed!"

"Have you ever killed Goodness?"

Li Xiaobai asked again.

The leader of the caravan guard interjected angrily: "Childe, how can a mountain bandit not kill and injure the good? This guy must have a lot of sins on his hands. ”

"What is goodness?"

The giant man's face was puzzled.

All the guards have such expressions on their faces, these thieves don't know good and evil at all, they don't distinguish between good and evil, otherwise how could they be mountain bandits, but anyone with a little conscience will not fall into the grass in this peaceful and prosperous world.

"Merchants who come and go, farmers who farm the land, horsemen who drive chariots, craftsmen who work, Langzhong who heals the sick, soldiers who serve as soldiers, old and weak women and children, etc. ”

People are often multifaceted, and there is no way to fully define goodness in the actual sense, but Li Xiaobai still roughly delineates a part of the group, which is basically a group of people who rely on labor for a living.

The giant man didn't doubt him, frowned and thought about it, and said: "There is no one, the master has only killed a guy who rode a horse from the Gobi in the north, there are people from Erlang Mountain, and there are people from Qingniu Mountain, probably, there are...... I'm about to untie the rope on my master's body, and I can't break my fingers, how do you know how many Qingniu Mountain you have killed?"

The caravan guards looked at each other, they didn't expect that most of the people who had died at the hands of this giant man were bandits.

The guard leader's thoughtful gaze turned back and forth on Li Xiaobai and the giant man, and vaguely guessed some of Li Xiaobai's thoughts.

"How did you become a mountain bandit?" Li Xiaobai waved his hand and said to the guards: "Untie him!

The caravan guards hesitated for a moment, just this big guy knew that this guy was not easy to deal with, what if he launched a madness after untying the ropes?

"Untie it!" The leader of the caravan guard gave his subordinates a look, he already had unconditional trust in Li Xiaobai, and even those vicious mountain bandits had been dealt with, not bad for such a guy.

"The old lady is dead, the master is hungry, and one of the old knife handle's men was killed by me, so the old knife handle asked me to follow him, and the master can have a full meal!

The giant man let the caravan guards untie the ropes that bound him round and round, and as soon as he was freed, he sat cross-legged on the ground and pulled up his fingers, trying to figure out how many bandits from Qingniu Mountain had died at his hands.

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