"Brother, are you alright?"

Seeing the pig Ganglie and them leave, Fengyun turned around and said to the slave with a smile.

The slave looked in his thirties, and it was not a loss for Fengyun to call him an old brother.

Nu'er stood up with difficulty, nodded at Fengyun, and said, "Thank you." ”

"It's okay, it's a gesture, brother, you're also a traverser, right?" Fengyun said with a smile.

The slave was not surprised by the word traverser, but shook her head and said, "I'm not. ”

"Oh?" Fengyun was a little surprised, and asked in surprise, "Then how do you understand my words?"

"Monkey King?" said Nu'er with a smile, "When I was young, my father told me the story of that monkey. ”

"Father?" Fengyun seemed to understand something, and asked, "Are you a descendant of the Traveler?"

Nu'er nodded and said, "My surname is Long, and my name is Long Yingtai." ”

Fengyun was in awe, nodded and said, "Awesome, if your name is not a descendant of the traverser, I will kick your head as a ball." ”

The severe pain of the wound made Long Yingtai still sweat coldly when he spoke, Fengyun looked at his wound and said, "I'm sorry, your wound is too big, I don't dare to pull it out for you, otherwise I can't treat it with heavy bleeding." ”

Long Yingtai nodded, not surprised, but asked, "Didn't ask?"

"The surname is Feng, the name is Yun, you can just call me Xiaofeng. Fengyun said.

Long Yingtai shook his head and said: "The time difference is too far, you and I should call him by his name." ”

Fengyun didn't care about this, he looked Long Yingtai up and down, and asked, "You don't seem to have any skills, do you?"

Long Yingtai glanced at Fengyun's palm, with a hint of envy in his eyes, but with a hint of loneliness, he shook his head and said: "If you say that you have the same ability, I'm sorry, I don't, I'm not a traverser." ”

Nodding, Fengyun ended his greetings and asked, "Is your father still alive?"

Long Yingtai held the wooden gun on his leg and said: "My father is well, thank you for your greetings, but my father has a strict discipline and does not allow us to tell others about him, please forgive me for saying more." ”

Fengyun nodded, thought for a moment, and asked, "Then I wonder if I can visit him?" After all, we are from the same place, and he should be willing to meet his fellow countrymen, right?"

Long Yingtai was a little hesitant, and Fengyun looked at him expectantly. No way, he really hasn't seen his compatriots for a long time, Long Yingtai's answer is very polite, he seems to be very educated, his father should be a knowledgeable person, and he will not refuse his visit.

Long Yingtai smiled bitterly and said, "It's not that I don't want to be introduced, it's just that I haven't seen him myself for five years, maybe he thinks I'm dead!"

Seeing Fengyun's doubtful face, Long Yingtai sighed and said: "I have listened to my father tell me about his world since I was a child, and every time I talk about it, he will sigh melancholy, get drunk, and then do that Guo Lun thing with my mother......"

Fengyun coughed awkwardly, Long Yingtai reacted, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I haven't spoken for a long time, and I really don't have any common language with that group of pig-raising savages." ”

Can you still jump in English? Fengyun was happy, Gray Liu'er came over and asked in a low voice, "Brother, what is Guo Lun?"

Fengyun hurriedly straightened his face and shouted in a low voice: "Little children, why are you asking this? Go and go!"

Gray Liu'er muttered: "I'm over 600 years old, not a child!"

Fengyun's eyes widened, and he asked in surprise: "You are more than six hundred years old, why do you only grow years but not brains?"

Although Gray Liu'er knew a lot of "vulgar language", he still knew very little about the advanced language skills of sarcasm, and replied seriously: "I don't know either? I will be more than 600 years old after sleeping and practicing a few times! My sister has never taught me the cultivation method of growing my brain." ”

It was a very disappointing thing that no one picked up the stalk that was thrown, Fengyun smacked his lips, turned back to Long Yingtai and said, "It's nothing, you continue." ”

Long Yingtai coughed with an embarrassed face and continued: "Five years ago, I overheard a conversation between my father and my mother, saying that there were pathfinders in the mountain, so that my mother would take care of us and not be discovered by the pathfinders. During that time, we all hid in our homes and never went out, but we were still found by the Pathfinders. ”

"On that day, my father, who had always been mighty, was in danger at the hands of that man, and even I could see that if it had not been for his mercy, my father would have died. The man persuaded his father to go back and continue to work the way home, but his father said that he had lost his original purpose and would not return with him, so the man flew away. Long Yingtai showed a hint of yearning in his eyes and said: "My father fell asleep early that day, but he couldn't sleep for a long time, and he couldn't stop sighing. I could sense that my father wanted to go home, but he couldn't do anything about it, and it was my responsibility as a child to relieve my father's worries, so I sneaked out to find the pathfinder. ”

After a pause, Long Yingtai said with some embarrassment: "I have only been active in the mountains since I was a child, and I have never been out of the mountains. I chased out of the mountain that day, but I lost my way and went all the way east. By dawn and after I had figured out the directions, I was nearly a hundred miles away from home. At that time, he was naïve, and he thought that he was trying to help his father find a way back to his hometown, but he had not yet achieved his goal and had no face to go back. I decided to continue my journey eastward, but when I came to the vicinity of the mountain, I was captured by the pig Ganglie and used as a slave, and I have been tormented to this day. ”

Feng Yun sighed and asked, "Then what are you going to do now?"

Long Yingtai's old face flushed and said, "I'm going to go home." ”

Fengyun looked at him with a strange expression, nodded and said, "That's right, I've been wandering outside for a long time, and I've suffered a lot, so I'm naturally homesick." ”

Long Yingtai coughed, didn't explain, thought about it and said: "Fengyun, it's better to be like this, I'm injured now, can you send me back to my home, I want to come to my father's sake, for the sake of you saving my life, I should be willing to see you." ”

Fengyun pursed his lips secretly, and couldn't help but complain in his heart: It's just to meet and chat, and you have to save your son's life.

But he still didn't show it on his face, nodded and said, "No problem, save people to the end, send the Buddha to the west, where is your home?" ”

Long Yingtai pointed to the west and said, "My home is in the west, in the crutch mountain, I'm sorry for you." ”

Just on the way, Fengyun gladly agreed.

He glanced at Long Yingtai's wound that was still oozing blood, and said, "You can't leave, you have to deal with it." ”

Long Yingtai gritted his teeth and said, "You can break it for me! It's okay! I can bear it!"

"Broken? Fengyun shook his head, took out the copper axe from the clay jar, and said, "I'll cut it." ”

"Huh?" Long Yingtai was stunned.

Helping him find a relatively flat stone, Long Yingtai gritted his teeth and propped his legs on the stone. Fengyun carefully placed the wooden spear with flesh and blood on the stone, looked at the position, the hand axe fell, Long Yingtai snorted, and the back half of the wooden spear was cut off by Fengyun and taken down.

At this moment, Long Yingtai was already covered with cold sweat, the wound was shaken, the blood scab burst open again, and blood flowed out, Fengyun hurriedly held him down with his hand.

Looking at the penetrating wound of the wooden gun, it is very likely that it will hurt the arteries and blood vessels, so it is even more impossible to pull out the gun, otherwise it will be hung up with excessive blood loss. But even if you don't pull it out, the wound is bleeding drippingly, and it won't be able to stop for a while, and it's not a way, and if you go on like this, it will be over sooner or later.

Long Yingtai gritted his teeth, reached out and grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground, and pressed it on the wound violently, so that his face was flushed, so that he didn't let out this painful snort.

Trembling and gasping for this breath, Long Yingtai slowly let go of his hand, the soil was like a sponge absorbing the blood from the wound, although it looked unhygienic, but it was very effective, and after a while, the soil adhered to the wound, and the blood no longer flowed out.

His lips were a little pale, Long Yingtai smiled at Fengyun and said, "My mother taught me, and it works." ”

After taking two breaths and adjusting his breath, he struggled to stand up, Fengyun shook his head, stopped him, and said, "Come on, you can't walk like this, I'll carry you away!"

Long Yingtai was not pretentious, nodded and thanked and said, "I'm sorry for you." ”

Fengyun carried him on his back and said casually: "It's okay, who made us the Monkey King?" ”

Turning around, Fengyun said to Gray Liu'er: "Liu'er, then these things will be handed over to you, can you take them?"

Gray Liu'er didn't say a word, shook her hair, and shouted, "Leave you!" The clay jar was carried on her back. Fengyun smiled, rubbed her head with his free hand, and said, "Then let's speed up, work harder, and send Brother Long home as soon as possible." ”

Long Yingtai smiled and thanked Gray Liu'er and said, "I'm tired of you, Mao girl." ”

"My name is Gray Liu'er!"

"Fortunately, I will be lucky!"

"You're lucky to be there, too!"

......

Fengyun turned his back, and Xiaowei also ended his good life of nothing and light, hung up in large bundles and small bundles, and followed Fengyun with resentment, walking towards the west.

...... Dividing line ......

In the distance in the mountains, a mountain paste tribesman carried a pig that slept like a dead pig, and asked the pig with a sad face: "The second master, did the leader fall for the witchcraft of the Nali people......?

"What nonsense!" Pig Qiang scolded and said, "The leader is protected by the pig god, how can something happen?"

The Shanji tribesman sneered and said, "Didn't I say just in case......? What's the matter, you're going to have to take on a big responsibility, and you'll have to take care of some brothers when the time comes?"

Pig Qiang's tone was a little softened, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said vaguely: "That's not necessarily a thing, let's talk about it, let's talk about it." ”

The Shanjiao people who walked in front also turned around and said with a flattering smile: "If you want me to say that the second master is still powerful, the Li tribesman just made a move, and the second master had a loud voice, so shocked that the kid didn't dare to kill him!"

"That's it! Or the second boss feels sorry for us, when he knelt down to worship the Nali people, the second boss slammed his head in order to intercede for us!

"That's right, if you want me to say, it's best to be the leader of the second master, right?"

"Yes!"

Pig was very proud, and he almost didn't laugh out loud, as if he saw the moving scene of the big ass girls in the clan swarming towards him. It seems like a pretty good day.

"Are you all dead to me?!"

"Huh?"

Everyone shuddered, stopped, the pig's strong face changed, and he said with a flattering smile: "Chief, are you awake? How do you feel? You are really, you don't know how to give the leader to drink saliva all the way, chief, are you thirsty? I have water." Come, Chief, drink...... Pig wow!"

Pig Ganglie only felt that his body was light, and he fell heavily to the ground, and he scolded: "Do you want to die because you have suffered a thousand knives?

The sequelae of the control of his mind made his consciousness still a little blurry, and when he opened his eyes, he found that his eyes were very blurry, and two thick things blocked most of his vision, he reached out and teased it, and the touch on his hand and head made him stunned. Immediately after touching it, the thick and stocky mouth shrugged forward, and the nostrils twitched between breaths, and he naturally figured out what it was when he had been dealing with meat porpoises all year round.

"Pig's head wow!" Pig Gang Gang screamed and jumped up, and his inexplicable strength surged, making him jump more than three meters high on the spot, and the people of the Mountain Paste tribe who were hiding on the side saw this strange scene, screaming and running away.

"Hey, don't go, it's me, I'm Pig Ganglie, your leader, Pig is strong, where are you?" Pig Ganglie couldn't see clearly, and stumbled forward, hitting his head on a tree. I heard a bang, and the small tree with the thick mouth of the bowl fell to the ground with a bang.

Zhu Ganglie was stunned for a moment, he only noticed the inexplicable power surging in his body, the vague memory gradually became clear, and the words of Fengyun echoed in his ears: "You are so responsible for your people, I believe you will definitely be able to rekindle that witch fire." ”

Spreading out his hands, he felt the power surging in his body, and muttered, "Witch fire, is it really rekindled?"