Feng Jun listened to it with a puff of teeth, this woman seems to do this kind of thing often, "Have you killed a lot of people?"

"Not much," the woman replied dryly, shaking her head, "I've killed three, but only this time, I was able to pick things up." ”

In the end, there was a faint, satisfied smile on her face.

Have you killed three? Feng Jun was secretly speechless when he heard it: Nima, this space ...... It's kind of cruel.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the woman bent down and picked up the corpse on the ground, her two strong thighs walked quickly like flying, walked to the hillside more than 20 meters away, and threw the corpse out of her hand vigorously.

The naked corpse crossed an arc in the air, flew more than 20 meters, and then fell down the hillside, then rolled through the bushes for a while, and finally disappeared.

After throwing the corpse down, the woman walked back with a calm face, "In a few days, his corpse will be eaten by insects and ants...... Don't you want his sword?"

Feng Jun saw her natural demeanor, and couldn't help but tremble in her heart, this woman's psychology is really strong.

As a law-abiding citizen of the earth realm, this is also the first time he has killed someone, and he thinks that he can kill people so naturally, without much discomfort, he can already be regarded as ruthless, and his psychological quality is outstanding.

But compared with this woman, he feels a little bit small, and he really can't compare with this kind of demeanor.

But when it comes to the loot, he still has to fight for it, "The sword belongs to you, I'm a little curious about that sword." ”

The woman was not surprised, in fact, the rule here is that if the two sides cooperate to kill, the spoils must also be divided equally, and it is okay if the man doesn't want clothes, if he doesn't even want a sword, she will doubt the other party's true intentions.

So she nodded very dryly, "That sword is indeed better than a knife, it should be a martial artist's weapon, a pseudo-combat weapon, but that also means trouble, I prefer this machete...... Such a large piece of iron, practical. ”

As soon as Feng Jun heard this, why did he feel that I had taken advantage?

So he emphasized again, "Since I want this sword, you don't have to give it to me." ”

"How can that be?" the woman's eyes widened, "My Lang family has always been about rules, you helped me protect the spoils of war, and I am eligible to share half of it, if it weren't for you, I might have lost my life." ”

Feng Jun didn't want to dwell too much on this matter, so he just asked curiously, "This Yaling green bamboo shoots...... It's not as expensive as this sword, is it?"

"This is not necessarily," the woman shook her head, "Yaling Qingzhu, the peak martial artists can use it...... This thing is a consumable, a rare medicinal material, unlike a weapon like a long sword, which can be forged repeatedly. ”

Feng Jun smiled and nodded, "I see...... I'm a stranger and don't know much about the situation here, can you give me an introduction?"

When the woman heard this, she replied apologetically, "I don't know much about these things, or you go back to the village with me and let my father tell you about it, he has been in Fucheng." ”

So the two of them packed their bags and walked briskly towards the village.

Walking and chatting along the way, Feng Jun knew that this woman's name was Sister Lang, and her father's name was Lang Zhen.

Around the village, there are simple fences, and when I saw Sister Lang come back and brought a young man dressed strangely, more than a dozen people suddenly ran out of the village to watch.

However, what made Feng Jun depressed was that although he saved Sister Lang, the people in the village were not very enthusiastic about him, so they watched him from a distance, with no expression on his face, and even a little indifference, which was a deliberate sense of distance.

After Lang Zhen heard about it, he came out, but his attitude towards Feng Jun was not very enthusiastic, and after listening to his daughter's statement, he arched his hand at Feng Jun, "Thank you for your help, I don't know where you came from and where are you going?"

Feng Jun thought for a while and replied, "I originally had no fixed residence, where I went, I plan to use it in the village for two days, I don't know if it's okay?"

At this moment, a young man shouted, "This is impossible, our village refuses to allow outsiders to stay!"

This man was about 20 years old, with a thick beard on his temples, and if it weren't for his young and clear eyes, some people would believe that he was thirty years old.

When Sister Lang heard this, she was immediately furious, "Jia Xingwang, when your uncle came to the village, who chased them?"

The bearded man glanced at her and spoke anxiously, "Eldest sister, I think this person is weird, you have to be careful that he is a thief...... My uncle is a relative of mine, so why can't he live in the village? What do you have to do with this stranger?"

Sister Lang became anxious when she heard this, "Rogue, how can he be a thief?

"Give it to me, and I will save it," Jia Xingwang was also a little anxious, "Eldest sister, you have always been honest, be careful of being deceived, these strangers are the most untrustworthy, prohibiting outsiders from living in the village, the earliest was proposed by Uncle Lang and set it as the village rule." ”

When Feng Jun heard this, he looked at Lang Zhen.

Uncle Broken Arm nodded, and spoke in a deep voice, "Outsiders are no better than locals, they do bad things, just run away, I don't approve of them living in the village." ”

After this period of running-in, Feng Jun could roughly understand the other party's words, and he was furious when he heard it, "Uncle Lang, how can I say that I also saved your daughter, and that's how you repay your benefactor?"

"The lone wolf is right," a loud voice sounded in the distance, and a stout middle-aged man walked over, this person's appearance was seven points similar to Jia Xingwang.

He laughed loudly, "Stranger, if you want to stay overnight and live outside the village, we won't pick you up, and the beasts will not be able to come easily, you are safe...... It's in the mountains, and anything can happen. ”

"That's okay," Feng Jun nodded lightly, "I saved people at will, and I didn't want you to do anything, since I am not welcome here, I just left." ”

The beard smiled at him, "You think beautifully, just come and go, what do you think of my Xiaohu Village?"

"Prosperous!" Lang Zhen snorted coldly, and his face pulled down, "Your father, the village chief, is here, and it's not your turn to speak!"

"Uncle Lang," Jia Xingwang's face suddenly turned red, "I'm for the good of my eldest sister, this stranger is strange, and it's hard to guarantee that he is not a spying of a bandit." ”

It can be seen that he has an unusual concern for Sister Lang.

"The spies of the bandits?" Lang Zhen glanced at him angrily, "The spies of the bandits will carry the thorns of the spirit hedgehog with them?"

"Huh?" Feng Jun looked at him strangely, and reached out to touch the hard thorn on his back, which was more than a meter long.

This hard thorn was picked up by him next to the power grid, and after the hedgehog hit the power grid, he was frightened and forcibly ran away, but the power grid at the scene ripped off a thorn from it.

Feng Jun picked up the thorn and played with it for a while, and found that the thorn was extremely hard, and it could be pierced out of the stone, not much worse than the Swiss Army knife in terms of sharpness, but it was still too hard to talk about.

So he carried the thorn to his back, which could be used as a long sword, but not so glaring, just right for him to use when he traveled around.

However, Lang Zhen's vision is also extraordinary, and he actually recognized the root of this thing from a distance.

Seeing that he knew the goods, Feng Jun couldn't help but pull out the long thorn of the spirit hedgehog on his back, and said with a smile, "I picked up this thing." ”

"It can't be picked up," Lang Zhen shook his head and spoke with certainty, "I haven't been dizzy yet, this thorn contains strong vitality and resentment, it must have been taken alive, young man, don't be hard-mouthed." ”

"Admire," Feng Jun smiled and arched his hand, "I took it alive, but it was really a coincidence...... I can't beat that guy. ”

Lang Zhen snorted coldly angrily, "You definitely can't beat it, it's a spirit hedgehog, let's go to the whole village, and it's just to deliver food." ”

Feng Jun didn't want to leave when he heard this, so he asked with interest, "Is there a spirit hedgehog in this mountain nearby?"

Before Lang Zhen could speak, Jia Xingwang laughed loudly, "Haha, spirit hedgehog, if there is a spirit hedgehog in the mountain, do we dare to live here?" ”

Feng Jun is really tired of this person, and the people in this village don't seem to have a good impression of him, even the Lang family doesn't think he is good at saving people.

At this moment, he was really tired of his heart, so he turned around and walked out of the village, "Since you are not welcome, then I will rest by the village." ”

In the evening of the same day, there was a light rain in the sky, Feng Jun, who was resting in the open air next to the village, took out the rain cloth, built a shack, and sprinkled a little insect repellent medicine around the area, and secretly made up his mind to leave this broken place when the sky cleared.

Of course, he could feel that there were still many curious eyes in the village, watching his every move, but it didn't matter, he didn't like this cold village.

However, not long after he set up the shack, Lang's eldest sister came, followed by two children, one twelve or thirteen years old, and the other seven or eight years old, who were her two younger brothers.

She was carrying a crockpot with a lid in her hand, and the lid was still steaming.

She braved the rain and walked under the shack, smiled and handed over the crockpot, "This is the meat porridge boiled at home, the weather is so cold, drink a little to drive away the cold, save yourself from getting sick." ”

Feng Jun's big backpack actually has a liquefied gas stove, but it is not very convenient to use at the moment, and it is not even convenient to boil hot water.

So he didn't shirk, took the clay pot, put it on a flat stone, and took out a pair of chopsticks from his backpack.

Lang's two younger brothers looked at the canopy curiously, and the older boy saw the rain rolling down from the tarpaulin, and even pulled the tarpaulin curiously, with a very slight force.

The younger boy also wanted to pull the tarpaulin, but he couldn't reach it, but soon, he was seduced by the smell of porridge, and his eyes stared at the crockpot without blinking, and he was reluctant to move it.