He cautiously took a step back, looked at his military uniform, and tried to stretch out his clenched hand, which made him breathe a long sigh of relief, and suddenly he stepped out, and walked towards the big man who was watching the pot step by step. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The man shook the big spoon and stirred vigorously in the pot, and his mouth kept scolding.

"Big thin, two fat, two bastards, caught chickens and ran for a long time, and they haven't come back yet! I haven't come back yet! I missed the time to start the meal, see how I fix you......" He kept yelling at the two people behind him, until he saw the strange figure in front of him.

"Hey, boy, you're here too early, it's estimated that you'll have to eat later today......" and then looked at Wan Tingjun in some surprise, "Ah, is Lord Scar back?"

"Well...... I had a stomachache, so I came back first. Wan Tingjun rubbed his stomach and argued, but the big man's expression was not relieved in the slightest.

"You...... This ......" guy dragged out a long voice, looking at Wan Tingjun from top to bottom, no matter how he looked at it, he felt awkward.

"Oh, yes, yes, my clothes were torn during training, so I wore them first, I wore them first, well? I borrowed Scar-smear's clothes. Wan Tingjun made it up all of a sudden, and he didn't know what to say, but he only remembered the name "Ah Scar" relatively clearly in his mind, so he could only make a mistake like this.

At ......the same time, the stomach rang out inappropriately.

"Aha, that's it!" The guy laughed all of a sudden, took a few steps forward, stared at Wan Tingjun's face vigorously, and a strange smile appeared on his face; "Well, yes, no wonder, no wonder, it's a handsome boy, this is Lord Scar's clothes, well, it's a little bigger, but it doesn't matter, what's that? Hungry, you wait......" After speaking, he turned around and ran towards the stove room.

Wan Tingjun was at a loss, the guy's enthusiasm made him dumbfounded, and then he looked down at his outfit, what was wrong? "Is it a handsome boy?"

Thinking like this, the man had already pricked it out all at once, holding a steaming burrito in his hand, which was fragrant, and Wan Tingjun's stomach was shaking again.

"No, just came out, pad your stomach first......" The big man smiled and stuffed the cake into Wan Tingjun's hand, his eyes narrowed into a slit, very bright.

"Oh, this?" Wan Tingjun was refreshed, it is estimated that the guy thinks that he is closer to that Ah Scar, so he wants to please himself, he understood at the moment, and took two bites directly on the cake, chewing it carefully, "Well, it tastes really good, I will say a few good words for you in front of adults."

"Oh, really, thank you so much, you know, in fact, I have always wanted to be a general, and besides, I have been on the real battlefield, I have followed General Nangong Lie, fought against those natives of Loulan, and I have killed ...... with my own hands. ”

The guy was so excited that he couldn't finish talking, but Wan Tingjun reached out in time to stop it.

"Oh, I understand, you can get busy first, I'll just wait here by myself, I should start eating soon!"

"Oh, yes....... The man suddenly understood that there was a shortage of manpower today, and there was still a lot of work to do, so he turned back and ran towards the stove.

"Hehe, interesting people....... Wan Tingjun laughed, turned around, reached for the burning bonfire, grabbed the most burning wood in his hand, and walked towards the rows of tents in front of him.

At this time, in the stove room behind him, a deliberately suppressed laughter came out, making Wan Tingjun stand unstable and almost fall down......

"Hey, who was that kid just now, you were talking so speculatively. ”

"Shh......h Be quiet, I'll tell you, that's Scar's little lover. ”

"Ahh......h ”

"Hehe, that's Scar's clothes......"

The weather was already very hot, and he couldn't remember how many tents he had lit, but when he saw the fire burning, he ran up as if it were alive, and then he shouted at the top of his voice.

"Come on, someone, it's on fire...... Come on, put out the fire!"

In the midst of an uproar, the whole barracks exploded, and there was a burst of noise and noise; the soldiers who had not come out of the training panicked out of the camp tents and fled in all directions in terror.

"Fight the fire!" The noise came and went, Wan Tingjun carried the bucket, but instead of going to the water source, he went directly to the fence of the camp.

Hurriedly ran to the shade of the trees over there, stuffed the bucket directly into the soldier's hand, panted, and gestured very anxiously.

"Quick, quick, there are not enough people, go put out the fire. ”

At the same time, Wan Tingjun patted his chest and abdomen, and ran straight to the front of the hut, where the veteran was lying under the eaves and asleep, and the snoring was so loud that he would not wake him up if the sky fell.

Wan Tingjun paused, slowed down, and slowly paced up the stairs, there was a sound of flapping wings behind him, and the strange scream of "chirping, chirping" grabbed his shoulder, Wan Tingjun's eyes were quick, and he grabbed its long beak at once, and stretched out his hand to point at the veteran on the ground, with a little strangeness.

"Understood?" he said, biting his lower lip, making a threatening gesture.

The bird was very well-behaved, and even nodded its head, leaving Wan Tingjun speechless for a while.

"Hey, what should I say that you're standing here, and you want to give up all your efforts?" At this point, he ignored it and walked directly to the door of the hut.

The door was not locked, but was inserted from the outside by an iron rod, and Wan Tingjun pulled the latch open and gently pushed it open.

The devouring gloom makes people's hearts chill, and it is pitch black inside, like a hole in the abyss, with no end in sight.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wan Tingjun walked in with great steps, avoiding the door and letting the light brush in.

The surrounding scenery gradually became clearer, the hut became a cage, the windows on both sides were sealed tightly, and it was difficult to see the slightest light, and the room was full of mess, and a foul smell hit the nose.

Vegetable leaves and rice dregs were all over the place, and there were porcelain-white fragments cracking on them, and what caught the eye was the red-spotted iron chain coiled up by snakes, which was tightly wound around the pillar in the middle of the house, and the person who was tied had long unkempt hair, and he could not distinguish his face when he saw only the long hair, because the hair covered his whole head.

The heart is "plopping, plopping." Wan Tingjun knew the man, he reached out and slowly touched the messy hair.

However, the eagle's movements were even more urgent, and with a flap of its wings, the bird was already standing on his shoulder, its long beak gently rhythmic, combing his messy hair.

The room was also bright, and Uncle Tengmu noticed it, he raised his head with difficulty, his eyes were slowly slammed together, his hair was naturally scattered to the sides, and his face was as withered as chaff.

Is this, this face, still human?

Wan Tingjun's hand stopped, the man's face lost the slightest blood, the original bronze skin was also dull and lusterless, like an old vine, showing a terrifying dead gray, the lips were cracked and opened and closed dead skin, if it wasn't for the slight light in the eyes, it really made people suspect that this was a corpse.

"Teng, Tengmu?" Wan Tingjun shouted, reaching out and holding his hair around his face, his eyes looking up and down, trying to see how the man in front of him was tortured.

"Heh, hehe, Eagle!" The uncle looked at the black bird on his shoulder, smiled weakly, and then heard Wan Tingjun's shout, and the smile became a little more intense, "Tian, Wan Tingjun? Okay, good boy......." The words in his mouth popped out one by one, and suddenly his eyes moved inexplicably, his body tensed a lot, and his voice became eager, "Hurry, go back quickly, and tell everyone that these guys are chasing again."

"Well, I know, get you out first. Wan Tingjun pulled the chain on the uncle's body until he touched a black ink-colored iron lock, shook it for a long time and didn't open it, and then pulled the chain angrily.

"No, it's useless, the key was lost, I can't get out, you have to remember to hurry up, there's no time, tomorrow these guys will surround the village." The uncle shook his head and stopped him, and then laughed self-deprecatingly, "Remember, there was a traitor in the village, and the second elder and these robbers found my house, and I could have escaped, but the scarred guy was too fast, and I couldn't avoid him in the woods." ”

"Second Elder, Second Elder, is it really him? But why did they wait so long?" The clues in my head gradually strung together, but there were still some things that were not very clear.

"I'm looking for something, the old chain blow mold elder asked them about the consumption of the Huiye sword Qu Tu crazy, so the manager had to buy himself some time, but their limit was only two months.

Now, it's time to arrive, Wan Tingjun, go quickly, and lead the people of the village to climb up to Yutian, there is a suspension bridge there, through which you can cross the Tianwu Sea and reach the Thunderstorm Alliance, but remember, when you get there, you must cut the rope bridge, so that you can be safe."

"But......" Wan Tingjun hesitated, and couldn't bear to leave, "What are you going to do? I burned the camp, they will find it right away, and ...... then."

"Hehe, don't worry!" The uncle laughed very firmly, and the tense nerves eased a lot, as if he said to himself, the vicissitudes of his eyes made his heart twist, he slowly looked out of the door, "The sun outside is very warm, I haven't lived enough, the child won't kill me, hey, how to say it, it's also a poor ......." ”

Wan Tingjun didn't know why, and was about to ask a question, but the uncle's eyes sharpened again.

"Let's go, what are you waiting for? You know, we're running out of time. ”