Han Feng, who was unable to move due to poisoning, was unexpectedly discovered by the Yedi tribesmen, and what made him a little puzzling was that the expressions on their faces when they found him were actually surprised, but they did not detoxify him, but instead tied him up and took him out of the village. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Some of these people looked very familiar to him, and he knew that they were the survivors of the village. When they passed through the village, the villagers were not enthusiastic about them, but they were not hostile, but for some reason they became like this at this time. The rope that tied him was about the thickness of his little finger, and for Han Feng under normal circumstances, it only took a little force to break it, and he felt that the poison on his body was dissipating point by minute, so he forced himself to press his mind and wait for all his strength to recover.

Outside the village is barren, with the Gobi Desert to the east, and a stone forest towering in it, which is a good place for the villagers to hide. Even if the snow sculptures attacked, the villagers were able to hide and flee calmly under the cover of these boulders. Han Feng saw them carrying himself towards the Gobi Desert, and just as he was about to put his mind at ease, his gaze was fixed on the altar at the top of the Gobi Desert.

The altar has not yet been fully erected, and at the moment, it looks more like a "flagpole" than an altar. A wooden pole about three feet high stood upright, which looked extremely abrupt in this barren world. There are more than a dozen wooden poles of different lengths on the ground next to the "flagpole", and two men are busy tying these wooden poles to the "flagpole" on a ladder.

Their hands and feet were very nimble, and in a few moments, the middle and lower sections of the "flagpole" were tied out of an inverted triangle. Han Feng was born in the capital, and he was no stranger to these things—he barely had to take a second look to be sure that the triangle was intended to be used to kidnap people.

"Didn't you tie me up?" Han Feng suddenly flashed such a thought in his mind, and he immediately laughed secretly. By this time, the strength of his hands had gradually recovered, and he knew that the so-called poison in the jerky was actually just an ordinary drug. By the time he reached the altar, he was already free.

He waited for the change, and when the group reached the Gobi Desert, they saw that the top of the "flagpole" was tied with many horizontal wooden poles, and each wooden pole was tied with colorful strips of cloth at both ends, fluttering in the wind in the night. Around the "flagpole", there are more than a circle of wooden poles, each with a strip of cloth tied to it, which is blown by the wind.

A roaring bonfire is lit in front of the "flagpole". The flame was a man tall and emitted an almost suffocating heat. The firelight made the surrounding strips of cloth turn orange-yellow, and the color of the Gobi Desert itself made this altar an orange-yellow world, which made people dizzy.

The villagers did not tie Han Feng directly to the altar, but took him to the depths of the stone forest.

The orange-yellow world was left behind, and everything in front of it turned blue and black. Feeling that his surroundings were getting colder and colder, Han Feng's mind was becoming calmer and calmer. It had been more than two hours since he came out of the village, and he could break free of the rope at any moment, but the depth ahead made him a little curious.

After another walk, there were suddenly more fires in front of me—torches in people's hands.

Roughly counting, there are about thirty or forty villagers gathered here, plus the five people who brought themselves back, there are no more than fifty villagers left, which is twenty or thirty fewer than before.

Were all these twenty or thirty people eaten by snow sculptures? Han Feng secretly took a breath of cold air. He looked carefully at the faces of those people, and the faces of the Yedi people were dark, and although there were torches at this time, under the cover of night, everyone's faces were still a little blurry. The only thing that impresses people is the wrinkles on their faces, which make each face come alive, as if the stone has been carved into relief to tell the story.

Most of the people turned their heads to look at Han Feng, people's expressions were wooden, but in this woodenness, there was great anger, like the calm before the volcano was about to erupt, which made people shudder.

Han Feng saw the elder surrounded by the villagers at a glance, and he hoped that the elder still had some impression of him, and that elder really still had an impression of him. The elder was not tall, and in addition to a torch, he also carried a spear. The spear was almost taller than him, but in his hand, it was steady.

The tip of the spear made of stone stopped firmly at the end of Han Feng's nose, and he only needed to go a little further to pierce a hole in his sloppy face, which should have been handsome.

When it was more dangerous than this, Han Feng didn't know how many he had encountered, and he looked at the elder with calm and slightly playful taste, just like watching a child play with a wooden knife. And the elder obviously didn't expect the other party to eat his own set at all, the frustration made him angry, the tip of the spear trembled uncontrollably, Han Feng was still laughing at him like a joke, but he heard a scream coming from the crowd behind the elder.

The scream shook his heart, and his eyes suddenly turned from the spear in front of him to the crowd.

Behind the elder were surrounded by horns made of three or four boulders. It was a suitable shelter, and a faint white smoke drifted out of it. More than a dozen men surrounded the corner with spears in their hands, but they did not dare to take half a step more into the corner as if they were afraid of anything. And the scream came from the corner, and immediately a woman's voice rang out: "Let him go, let him go! I'll give you everything!"

It was a pronoun, and with a soft and glutinous Fengcheng Huadu accent, it made people feel that this was a delicate woman, and at the same time, a woman with a very strong heart.

"Wanrou?" Han Feng was overjoyed in his heart, he didn't know what those people were doing around her, let alone how Wanrou, a weak woman, could confront more than a dozen Yedi men without falling behind, but at this moment, none of this mattered.

The important thing is that she is here.

The tip of the spear in the elder's hand did not dare to relax slightly, and he was obviously more taboo against the man in front of him with a calm demeanor, so that he did not dare to look back at the situation behind him at all. Listening to Wanrou's words, he wrinkled his brows and thought about it, and after understanding the meaning of that sentence with his only knowledge of pronouns, he stammered back intermittently: "Put ...... Handful...... That one...... ...... ...... Come out!"

Han Feng didn't know what the "that" he was talking about, and just wanted to ask Wanrou clearly, when he suddenly saw a child running out of the crowd and kneeling beside the elder's lap.

The little child was holding the elder's leg, and the whole person was lying on the ground, dirty, which made people look pitiful. He screamed at something, as if he was begging for something, as if he was arguing with the elders. Next to her came a bloated woman, who seemed to be the child's mother. She knelt on the ground, kowtowed to the elder a few times, and went to take her child's hand, but the child was so tight that the woman could not pull him away for a while.

The elder's face was as red as pig's liver with anger, he shook it a few times before kicking the child away, and then shouted to the men who were supporting Han Feng on both sides, and with a swing of the spear in his hand, he ordered the people behind him to get out of the way and lead Han Feng to that corner.

Near the corner, Han Feng smelled the smell of white smoke. It didn't smell bad, but it wasn't bad. He had already taken the drug, and he couldn't help but hold his breath at this time, but he didn't recognize these things, but Bai Tong knew: "It's our veterinary medicine, or the best kind." ”

Since it is a veterinary medicine, it naturally does not pose harm to people. Han Feng looked at the shelter and saw that in the darkness, there were only one person. Lijiao and Zhan Zhongqi were not with Wanrou, and this medicine was naturally given to Wanrou by Liji, and what the people of the Di clan urged me to ask for, I am afraid it is also this.

However, with his understanding of Wanrou, things would never have gotten to this point. Wanrou is kind and afraid of things, and when she saw that the village was attacked by snow sculptures, she would have taken the initiative to take out animal repellent medicine to help others, no matter what, it would not be as complicated as it is now.

But no matter what, to be able to see Wanrou, Han Feng's wish has come true. He could barely suppress his laughter, and before the elder's spear could be stabbed again, his hands shook and the hemp rope on his hands was broken. The two men beside him were holding his arms separately, but he pushed him and threw him out of the same left and right.

The Yedi people were in a mess, and just as the elder was stunned, Han Feng had already swept past him.

Han Feng didn't hurt anyone, so he didn't take the spear from the elder's hand. He went straight to Wanrou, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he had pulled Wanrou from the shelter into his arms. I haven't seen her for more than 20 days, and he really misses her very much, not to mention that after separating from Mingxi, he has been depressed in his heart, and after being caught by the Yedi people, his mood fell to the extreme. At this time, when I saw Wanrou, I only felt that my heart was wide, and happiness and happiness filled his whole mind, and for a while, everything didn't matter.

He couldn't figure out what kind of feelings he had for Wanrou, it seemed to be a habit, and it seemed to be a kind of dependence. He clearly knew that he loved Mingxi, but after these days of solitude and emotional sadness, he finally understood the position of the two in his heart. If it is said that the stream is light and hope, then Wanrou is home, down-to-earth and ordinary, but within reach and inextricable.

Han Feng was not a person who was used to expression, and at this moment, he didn't say a word after all, he just hugged harder than any time. If it weren't for the fact that the two of them were surrounded by Yedi people with spears in their hands, this would have been a moment of charming warmth, but what surprised Han Feng was that Wanrou stuffed her purple gold dagger to him while hugging him back.

After going through so many things, Wanrou has finally grown from an ordinary woman who can only scream to a woman who can stand side by side with him, although she is trembling with fear and can only rely on his support to barely stand firm, but she still gritted her teeth and didn't ask more questions. She didn't ask him how he escaped from Xuelong Mountain, where Mingxi went, or how he was captured in the Gobi Desert.

As long as he's there, they'll have a long time, and a lot of things can be left for later.

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