"Yun boy, who is this, what are you keeping him for, why don't you kill him?"

Just as Fengyun admired the expression on the face of the Black Crow King's son when he saw his people being slaughtered, a one-armed old man walked over, his eyes paused at the Black Crow King's son, and a trace of confusion appeared on his face.

"Uncle Tyrant, take a closer look at him. You'll understand that I didn't kill him. ”

Fengyun raised his head, looked at the old man, and smiled.

"What's so special about him?"

Storm looked a little disdainful, but he still looked at the face of the Black Crow King's son, and soon, he showed a sudden expression of realization and said, "I understand." He and that bastard of Raven Tyrant should be related by blood. What's his relationship with Ravenba?"

"He must be the son of Ravenba. As for his rank among his children, and what his name was, I don't know. ”

"It's enough to know that he's the Raven's son. ”

After listening to Fengyun's words, his eyes lit up for a moment, and then he asked: "Yun boy, what are you going to do with it?" The crossbow arrow from his neck is strong enough, maybe as soon as he pulls it out, he will hang up. ”

However, after he saw the arrow on the neck of the Crow King's son clearly, he couldn't help but show a disappointed expression.

Tyrant has extremely rich experience in actual combat, and he has a very good understanding of the structure of the human body, and when he took a look, he immediately realized the danger of this crossbow arrow that pierced through the son of the Crow King.

Don't look at him now, he is very sane, but if he takes off the crossbow arrow, he will be paralyzed at least and hung up on the spot.

With his understanding of the Crow King, using him to blackmail him is likely to be very poor, or even ineffective at all.

The Crow King is ruthless to his enemies, and even more ruthless to his own people, and if necessary, he will never be merciful.

Don't say that what is in Fengyun's hands now is just an immortal son, even if it is a living son, he may not necessarily accept Fengyun's coercion.

"Uncle Tyrant, I never thought of using him to blackmail the crow bully. ”

Fengyun and Storm have been together for quite a long time, and they still know his mind very well. Although he didn't say it bluntly, he still guessed what he was talking about.

"So you've thought of it a long time ago. So what are you going to do with him?"

Storm looked at the Crow King's son again, revealing a curious expression.

"I'm going to use him against the people of the Black Crow tribe who are still attacking the Hundred Grass Tribe. I'm going to do that. I ......"

Fengyun said his thoughts at a very fast pace, and at the end, he asked, "Uncle Tyrant, what do you say about my plan?"

"Good, good, very good. ”

He applauded violently, his face even flushed with excitement, clapped his hands heavily, and said, "Yun boy, if your plan succeeds." Not only can it relieve the danger faced by the Baicao Tribe, but it can also make the bastard Crow Ba feel pain for a while. ”

"Yun boy, without further ado, you can do it quickly. I'm sticking with you. Don't worry, I'll get rid of these little bugs as soon as possible, and I won't delay you. ”

He waved his hand and let Fengyun leave quickly.

After listening to Fengyun's plan, he understood that if his plan wanted to succeed, in addition to the tacit cooperation of everyone, he also had to rush for time, and if it dragged on for a long time, the effect would not be good.

"Uncle Tyrant, I'm leaving. ”

The plan was conceived by Fengyun, so he naturally knew the importance of time better. He nodded at the storm, and his hand grabbed the arm of the Raven King's son, and with a slight force, lifted him up, and lifted his feet off the ground.

His feet stepped on the ground, his body squatted slightly, and the whole person shot out, like a gust of wind, speeding away in the direction where the Baicao tribe was.

His speed is indeed very fast, and his movements are also very smooth, as if the bamboos all over the purple bamboo forest do not exist, and it is impossible for his steps to stagnate even a little.

A moment later, he had left the tragic battlefield far behind, and he could already see the outline of the Hundred Grass Tribe.

After flying forward for some distance, the Baicao tribe was already able to see more clearly.

The battle is still going on.

Although the group led by the Crow King's son left, and the other commanders also sent some people, the number of remaining people was still quite large.

However, Fengyun could also see that the situation on the side of the Baicao tribe was much better than when he first came.

Although they have not yet been able to gain the upper hand, they can only barely reach a draw with the enemy, which is enough for them to breathe a sigh of relief.

Fengyun's footsteps did not stop, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the edge of the purple bamboo forest, but he did not rush out directly, but stopped.

Looking around, he took two steps to the left, and stuffed the Crow King's son into a cluster of bamboos in his hand, letting the bamboo hold him and prevent him from falling.

The face of the Crow King's son was even more ugly now, red and purple, and it looked quite terrifying.

Fengyun knew why he was the way he was.

The crossbow bolt had caused internal bleeding from the wound in his neck, and blood gushed out of his throat and into his airway.

However, because the crossbow arrow wounded his spine, he lost control of his body, and he could not spit out the blood at all, and it accumulated in the airway, so that he could no longer breathe, and his face became so ugly.

Fengyun didn't mean to help him breathe smoothly, not that he couldn't do it, but that he didn't want to do it at all.

Under the influence of his ears and eyes, his heart has become very cold and hard for the enemy, and he doesn't care about the feelings of the Raven King's son at all.

Of course, he did this because of his physical condition.

Although the son of the Black Crow King is not powerful, he is just an intermediate totem warrior, but as long as he becomes a totem warrior, he is not comparable to ordinary people in all aspects.

For example, the time that ordinary people can hold their breath is very short, while the totem warrior is much longer.

Don't look at the face of the Crow King's son who has become ugly because of his breathlessness, in fact, it is far from reaching his limit, at least for a while, it is impossible for him to hang up.

After Fengyun placed the son of the Crow King, he took off all the quivers he was carrying and sorted them out.

These quivers were taken from the dead Crow Tribe warriors when Fengyun left.

After some placement, Fengyun found that his harvest was not bad.

In total, he got almost two quivers of arrows.

He plunged the two quivers into the dirt in front of him, and then took the bow off his back.

He glanced at the Black Crow Tribe warriors who were still fighting with the side of the Baicao Tribe through the bamboo, and there was a cold light in his eyes.

He reached for a quiver, and out of it several arrows were thrown into it, all of which were attached to the bowstring and pulled away, but instead of shooting them out at once, he turned first to look at the Raven King's son. (To be continued.) )