"You say, say something-" Ren Yao roared, every time he saw Han Ji in the past few days, he had this expression. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Ren Yao finally couldn't help it, her voice was like thunder, tears were like rain, and she choked up.

"Do you think I don't want a comfortable life?" Han Ji finally spoke, his voice low, declining, and with suppressed anger.

"How comfortable the Hechuan tribe was at the beginning, how free life was, and now?"

"I'm trying my best to expel the ancient city, what am I fighting for? Is it just a Duangu?"

"There are no eggs under the nest, don't I want to live a comfortable life, the Ninth Five-Year Supreme has still fallen, what about us? A person with no name, no strength and no power, will there be eternal comfort? Will Ding Qiu let us go like this?"

There was mist in the scarlet eyes of the cold scarlet, and the loud voice roared.

In the midst of choking, Ren Yao's eyes were confused, this was the first time Han Yao roared at her, and for a moment she felt very powerless.

Maybe Han Ji is right, the current Han Ji still has some influence, even so, Ding Qiu is treated like this, what about the future? Without a trace of influence, maybe no one will look at them just yet.

Weakly choked, she felt so weak in an instant, and there was only a blank in her mind.

Getting up, Han Ji walked over and hugged her soft body, letting her cry.

At this time, Mu Zheng's voice sounded outside the camp, "Big brother, two thousand three hundred people from the eight major tribes have been brought, do you want to go and have a look." ”

After smoothing Ren Yao's hair a few more times, Han Ji lowered his head and kissed her lightly on the forehead, "Wait for me here." ”

Outside the tent, Mu Zheng took Han Ji around a few paths mixed with the trees, and on a raised boulder, Han Ji condescended, and saw from a distance that more than 2,000 of the eight major tribes were being guarded by a hundred elite soldiers of Mu Tiancheng and walked towards the mining area of the Tianshan Mountains.

In the dragon-like procession, several children cried out of fear and anger, and the cry broke the original silence, but also caused the irritability of the elite soldiers on the side.

"Whose child, hurry up and calm him down, and gag him in such a noisy old man. An elite soldier yelled at the group.

The child was frightened, but the crying became louder. The adults around him were so busy picking up the child, and the palms of their hands were buckled on the child's mouth to prevent the child from crying, but the rapid whining sound showed that the child had no heart.

In the central team, a pregnant woman with a big belly, who was obviously several months pregnant, suddenly changed her face drastically, clutching her stomach in pain, bending her waist, and her forward speed couldn't help but slow down.

"You bitch, hurry up, if you grind again, you'll dig the mongrel in your belly!"

As the vicious words flowed, the elite soldier kicked the pregnant woman who turned to look at him, "Hurry up." ”

Next to the pregnant woman, a young man less than thirty was about to rush out with angry fists, but he was desperately pulled by several clansmen behind him and disappeared into the crowd.

Behind the rows of old people who have entered the sixtieth year, and most of their bodies have been buried in the ground, gasping heavily, walking forward with difficulty. Their hands were bound by an iron chain, and at the other end of the chain, four elite soldiers were connected.

As soon as the speed of the old people slowed down, an elite soldier almost tripped over the stone under his feet and fell to the ground, turning around and slapping the old man who couldn't walk.

"A bunch of old immortal things, do you want to kill Lao Tzu? ”

An old man was slapped hard by him, his head buzzed, his eyes went black, and his body fell to the ground abruptly, unconscious.

"It's a bunch of burdens. A crack soldier shouted dissatisfiedly, untied the chain, pulled the man out, and kicked it out three meters away. The old man's body rolled down the slope, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

"These brutes!"

It was Ren Yao who didn't know when he appeared beside Han Ji.

The autumn wind blows, kicking up dust and yellow scattered leaves.

In the wind. This procession is not like a journey, but more like an escorted prisoner, or like a funeral procession, showing desolation and sorrow everywhere.

Late at night, everyone slept, and Han Ji, who was lying on the couch, raised his head, kissed Ren Yao's pink face while he was asleep, got up and walked off the couch.

"What are you going to do?" Ren Yao, who seemed to be asleep, also turned over and asked softly.

"I want to see the people of the Eight Great Tribes. Han Ji's words were soft, but they seemed to contain countless layers of meaning, "They are gathered together by me, and I can't watch them being tortured like this." ”

His brows furrowed slightly, and his cold gaze was deliberately staggered with Ren Yao, not knowing what to think.

"I'll go too. Ren Yao said.

"You-"

"You're right, there are no eggs under the nest, and only by standing in the highest position can you be leisurely and comfortable. ”

In one afternoon, after not many scenes, Ren Yao's heart changed, became resolute, and became no longer merciful, at least to enemies and bad people.

The 2,300 people of the eight major tribes have not rested for a moment since the arrival of the afternoon, and under the compulsion of the elite soldiers, the ore veins that originally did not have a hole entrance were dug by them to dig several wide mine roads, between the mountains, like a dragon entrenched in it.

The sky outside the mine was starless, and only half of the moon was obscured by clouds that drifted by from time to time, and the light shining on the earth was very small.

Under a few torches, six elite soldiers on duty caught a few pheasants from somewhere, and they were setting up a stove and roasting on a fire.

"Well, it is said that the game in the mountains is the best in the world, and this taste is really not comparable to that in Mutian City. An elite soldier was the first to remove a chicken leg, and despite the heat of the freshly roasted chicken, he put it to his mouth and took a small bite.

"Hey, yes, come on, come on, everyone try it. ”

The six tasteless soldiers had long since lost their vigilance. As soon as the breeze blew, the smoke and fragrance drifted away, and at this moment, six blood-red three-inch short blades flew along the path of the smoke, piercing all the hearts of the six people in an instant.

As the bodies of the six people fell, the figures of Han Ji and Ren Yao appeared silently.

Collecting the bloody blade, the two of them walked towards the mine.

The cave is much longer and more rugged than ordinary caves, not to mention that it is night, and even during the day, there is not much light that can shine into it.

Several braziers inside emitted a bleak and weak light, barely banishing the darkness around them.

Not deeper, in a wider place, the eight tribal chiefs and a few young people from their respective tribes gathered together.

"Minister, let's fight, even if you can't escape, it's better than dying like this. ”

"That's it, let's fight, it's a big deal to fight to the death, we're already homeless, what are we afraid of?"

A few young men kept arguing, making noise, and venting the grievances in their hearts.

The eight ministers all had calm faces, not knowing whether they were pondering deeply or unable to make a decision.

Just as one of the ministers was about to speak, a young man rushed out of a fork in the road, pointed at the eight ministers with great excitement, and roared: "You cowards, if you don't beat me, won't you die?" ”

He is the man in the afternoon crowd, the pregnant woman, because of the long-distance walking, the pregnant woman's body is abnormal, tonight is about to give birth, but the blood does not stop, just now, the adults and children are all dead.

As the young man spoke, he stretched out his hand to look at a rock beside him, and in full view of everyone, the rock began to crumble rhythmically, and in a short time it turned into the shape of a large knife. Although it is a stone knife, this kind of transformation by the Rock Soul Melter is not much worse than an ordinary sword.

The enraged young man, knife in hand, was the first to walk out of the mine, he was going to kill the men. Kill the emotionless soldier.

The atmosphere was tense, the crowd was surging, everyone was like a pile of dry wood, and the young man's actions were like a spark, instantly igniting the flame of resistance.

"Damn, I'll go too. ”

With a roar, the middle-aged man who lost his father wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and walked out the second.

"Lao Tzu also fights. ”

"Yes, fight. ”

"Fight. ”

More and more people are going out.

The scene was out of control, and at this time, the eight ministers spoke: "Give me back, you are so reckless, aren't you sent to death in vain?"

"If you don't go, it's death to wait here. ”

The crowd is excited, but anyone who hurts the depths of his heart can't control his emotions at all.

However, just when they walked out, they happened to meet Han Ji and Ren Yao who entered.

"It's you," the young man at the head recognized Han Ji at first sight, stepped forward, raised the stone knife in his hand, and put it on Han Ji's shoulder, "This is what you said about jointly resisting foreign enemies? We didn't participate in the war, but we dug up a lot of resources, didn't we use them all for you? The enemy is gone? Why do you bastards do this to us? What do you say about common prosperity?"

After losing his wife, his emotions were like a flood of water, which was difficult to control at all, and his blood-colored eyes seemed to be about to be squeezed out, hideous and terrifying.

Han Ji knew that it was useless to say anything to him, but he just looked at him with his eyes, and in an instant, a bloody aura of begging poured out, which made the young man's spirit lose control for a moment, and as soon as his hand was released, the stone knife fell.

In the next second, the young man regained his senses, but he didn't have the slightest timidity, so he yelled at Han: "Hehe, you are strong, come, kill me, why don't you do it, come and kill me!"

"Tianqing—"

At this moment, the Eighth Minister heard the movement outside and walked out, and when he saw that it was Han Ji coming, he hurriedly grabbed the young man.

Tianqing didn't listen, he was still roaring, and when the minister saw this, he hurriedly asked Tianqing to pull aside.

A fresh breeze blew in with the mouth of the cave, and the light of the fire swayed along the breeze, shaking the figures reflected in the rock walls.

The eight ministers looked at each other and did not speak. It wasn't until the young guys' emotions calmed down that Han Ji asked softly, "Tell me, how many of you have succeeded in melting your souls." ”

Looking at the direction of the entrance to the cave, a minister replied expressionlessly: "A total of 1,210 people." ”