"You can't say that...... old farmer touched his head.

"Then how do you say it, if you want me to say it, tomorrow morning, let's go out of the city, forget it, don't fight, to be honest, until now, we haven't really worked hard, even if we fight until now, there is no loss, let's talk about peace with them tomorrow morning." ”

As soon as he heard the falcon say this, the old farmer was not happy, if he went to negotiate peace at this time, would all the previous sins be in vain.

"Big brother, don't be in a hurry to speak, take a look, look around. The falcon patted the old farmer's arm.

On the surrounding city heads, one by one Mahayana cowered and snuggled on top of the city, holding the steamed buns that may have been a few days ago in their hands, looking at the situation below, and mechanically delivering the steamed buns into their mouths.

Looking at them one by one, it's like a zombie, there is no hope in the eyes, and there is not even any emotion.

"Look at them, when they were at home, although they couldn't eat two mouthfuls of food, did they ever have this kind of situation? ”

The old farmer looked at the walking corpse-like people around him, and he didn't know how to jump back to the tendon in his heart.

"What you said, hi ......"

As soon as the old farmer waved his hand, he turned around and was about to leave, but when he turned around, he found that the people behind him were almost in this state, and he stopped after walking two steps.

Falcon turned his head to look, he was also in a dilemma on both sides now, and it would be best if he could reconcile.

He also talked to him about peace according to Mu Yang's meaning, he was also quite willing in his heart, and he had some feelings more or less here, if he really fought for his life, it would not be beautiful.

The old peasant sighed, waved his hand, and walked down from the castle tower alone.

At this moment, where did he still have any half-saint master's shelf, he looked completely like an ordinary farmer.

......

At night, Mu Yang stayed in the room and the people of the Thirteen Taibao were communicating through the communicator, a few people who were closer to the center had not yet been contacted, and several other people had already been contacted, several of them were in different locations of the demon clan, but they were also far away from here in the north.

Their locations are also different, Mu Yang had already asked them a few days ago, and after they went back, they also inquired through their own connections, such as their families or the surrounding cities, and they didn't see these people.

All of this is also expected by Mu Yang, these families are on the border of the Middle Dynasty, and it is not easy to go with the north, only relying on those families who are on the right road or in the center, this is the news that has just been passed on there, and there is no reply.

Mu Yang was holding a communicator in his hand, waiting for news, but Li Dahe suddenly stepped on the water and flew to Mu Yang's side.

......

"Lao Jia, where is your Muyang Alliance leader now?"

The two Mahayana on duty were pulling the supper in the bowl when they looked up and saw an old man dressed in coarse linen.

"You are ......"

One of them looked up and asked, and the other straightened up, looking at this person's figure, and could be slightly stunned, "Wait, you're not that ......"

At this time, this one here also reacted, and slapped on the smart magic weapon next to him, and a sharp voice suddenly spread throughout the entire camp.

"Young man, don't be nervous, I didn't come to attack you this time, I just wanted to talk to you Muyang Alliance Master. ”

The old farmer didn't mean to do anything, so he stood there and said to the two people next to him.

But these two people didn't dare to relax their vigilance, and quietly walked out of the sentry with the bowl in their hands, and stepped back cautiously.

When they had retreated from a relatively safe distance, the old farmer began to walk slowly, keeping the same speed as them, and walked up the hill together.

However, the wind was blowing from top to bottom, and the two people's bowls happened to be the broth that had just been stewed in the evening, and the fragrance of the week wafted into the old farmer's nose along the wind.

The old farmer's eyes were always fixed on the bowl in the hands of these two people, and he would not leave it at all.

The two men looked down at the contents of the bowl, and then looked at the old farmer, although they were a little reluctant, but the two of them were also afraid that the old farmer would suddenly burst out and hurt people, so they had to take out a greasy chicken leg from their storage bags, and then carefully gestured like the old farmer.

But the descendants of the old peasant are also the leaders of an army, and they originally wanted to save their faces, but after staring at the chicken legs, although he refused in his heart, his body was still very honest and took the chicken legs in the hands of the two of them.

The two people were also a lot more relieved at this time, and continued to retreat cautiously, the old farmer stared at the chicken leg in his hand, swallowed and foamed, or took a bite carefully, he had to make sure that there was no poison in it first.

When these two people looked at his small mouth, they also understood in their hearts that they had good intentions, but they still did this, and they felt a little uncomfortable in their hearts, so they glanced at him.

The old farmer was also a little embarrassed when he saw the two of them.

After all, meat is so expensive these days, who is idle and has nothing to do with the medicine in the meat.

After walking a distance, the number of people on it gradually increased, and they naturally heard the alarm, and put their hands on both sides of the mountain road, staring at the old peasant with hostility.

But no one made a move, and now these two sides are all Mahayana level masters, but if you want to keep him with these few people, you naturally can't stay.

The old farmer was not worried about his situation at all, and concentrated on gnawing on the chicken leg in his hand, and the middle of the bone could not be bitten, but the big heads on both sides made him bite it with his teeth.

Before he could finish the second chicken leg, he saw that the lights had been lit on the mountain, and the smell of barbecued meat wafted over.

At this time, who cares about the combination of meat and vegetables, after tasting the meat once, the clear soup is less watery, and after eating it for so many days, the attraction of barbecue is much better than those stir-fried vegetables.

The old peasant swallowed and spit, and was just about to speed up, but he thought of his identity, so he coughed dryly, continued to nibble on the things in his hand, and then walked up the hill in small steps, setting up a half-holy shelf.

Everywhere he walked, the Mahayana surrounded him behind him, and then they walked up the mountain together.

After stepping up the stairs step by step, he finally saw the thing he imagined, there was a young man sitting behind the campfire, this young man was not the first time he had seen him, but every time he met, his mood was different.