There are countless kinds of lies in this world, and the most difficult to distinguish is the lies mixed with the truth.

However, no matter how true a lie is, in many cases, as long as the slightest flaw is discovered by others, all previous efforts will be wasted.

That Chen Dahai is definitely a person who understands the situation, life and death are tied to people, as long as he can save his life, there is nothing he can't give.

"Come here!" Chen Dahai shouted at Na Aman, pulled the long rope around his neck after Na Aman came slowly, and then said to Jiang Feng: "Only a young hero like Gongzi deserves such a stunning beauty, and when he met Gongzi today, Chen Dahai understood why he could get all these benefits." It turns out that they are all waiting for their true masters. ”

Then Chen Dahai said to Na Aman: "From now on, this son will be your master, and you must not have the slightest disobedience to his words, you know?"

"Yes. ”

After saying that, as if he knew his fate, Aman, who was following the same steps, slowly walked to Jiang Feng's side and stood up. In any case, it is better to follow Jiang Feng than to be sold by Chen Dahai to an unknown Central Plains person in the future.

Then Chen Dahai took out his left hand in his arms for a long time, took out a brocade silk, and slowly handed it to Jiang Feng, and said at the same time: "This is the treasure map I found in that stone cave that day, as long as "

Suddenly, Chen Dahai's voice stopped abruptly, his eyes stared at Jiang Feng deadly, as if he was dying, and he didn't believe that Jiang Feng would kill him at this time.

Draw the sword, draw the sword, stab straight, close the sword

Familiar and old-fashioned moves, fast to peak speed, Jiang Feng did not give the other party a chance to get close to him. A sword stabbed out and hit Chen Dahai's throat.

After Chen Dahai fell to the ground, Jiang Feng stood up, came to Chen Dahai's side, and began to search carefully on his body. It didn't take long for him to find a second brocade in the place where he had just taken out the brocade silk in his arms.

Chen Dahai's story is perfectly written, and even threw out the real treasure map as a cover-up. However, Jiang Feng, who had read the original book, knew that with his original strength, he was absolutely no match for the three of Suluk, Cherku and Supu. But according to what he Chen Dahai said, those three people were easily defeated by him, which shows that he Chen Dahai must have had some adventures in northern Xinjiang, which led to his great progress in martial arts.

Originally, Jiang Feng didn't care if Chen Dahai killed or not, after all, if Chen Dahai or not, he could still attract the attention of the Blood Knife Gate. But an enemy with a peerless secret book, only death can make Jiang Feng feel at ease.

Chen Dahai never thought that he would be killed by Jiang Feng suddenly with a sword, because he told that he had defeated three herdsmen in northern Xinjiang.

Jiang Feng then picked up Chen Dahai's green python sword, but saw that the sword was more than three feet long, and the whole body exuded a faint green glow, and the two dragons circled and bit each other, forming a strange hilt. A sword slashed at the table next to him, and the blade seemed to be in a no-man's land, easily cutting off a corner of the table.

"It's a waste for a good sword to fall into the hands of someone like Chen Dahai!"

As soon as Jiang Feng's words fell, he threw away the long sword that he had bought with a gold leaf near the Snow Mountain Sect near his waist, and tied the green python sword around his waist.

It's a pity that Chen Dahai seems to have stayed in Northern Xinjiang for too long, and he doesn't have much money on his body, and he is no longer taken seriously by Jiang Feng for a handful of broken silver. Skillfully collected all the loot on the scene, and the burden behind Jiang Feng puffed up again.

The wind and snow outside are still there, the north wind is like a knife, and the cold is bone-chilling.

Jiang Feng was already preparing to leave. The Blood Knife Gate was too powerful here, and there were too many people at that time, so this place had become a place of right and wrong, and it was not suitable to stay for a long time. As for the place of residence, Jiang Feng believes that as long as there is money, many things in this world will become much easier.

Aman had been standing there quietly, watching everything Jiang Feng had done, she didn't speak, and she didn't know what to say.

"Bang!" A bang.

It was the sound of metal colliding with the tabletop.

Draw the sword, draw the sword, stab straight, close the sword

A flash of blue light flashed, and the long rope around Aman's neck had broken into two pieces and fell.

"With the entanglement in this little bag and the dry food, you just need to be careful on the road and you can get back to your hometown. There are the desert and grasslands you are familiar with, as well as your relatives and lovers, go, from today onwards, you are free!"

Jiang Feng said as he put the other bag in front of Oman, which had packed up and contained enough meat.

At this time, Aman stared at Jiang Feng motionlessly with a pair of big watery eyes, you must know that in northern Xinjiang, she is a flower that can walk on the prairie and a pearl in the desert of northern Xinjiang. Now, the boy in front of him, who looks like he is the same age, wants to let himself go.

In the steppes of northern Xinjiang, there has always been such a legend. When the eagles in the sky grow old and can no longer wave their wings, they will use their last strength to climb a cliff. Jumping into the body, spreading your wings, and breaking your bones, that is the yearning for freedom!

Aman was once her father's favorite daughter and the object of admiration for countless boys in the tribe, but for the sake of her father and her lover, she gave up love, dignity, and most importantly, freedom.

From the moment he was separated from his father and his lover, Aman was filled with a longing for freedom.

"You're free!"

There were only four words, and if Aman could hear them at that time, then she would feel that she would be the happiest person in the world.

A howling north wind mixed with snowflakes broke into the small inn again, breaking the silence of the two.

At this time, Aman suddenly stretched out his hands and slowly pulled open the neckline under his neck. There was a faint red mark on the snow-white neck that had been held by Chen Dahai with a rope sleeve for a long time, but in addition, on Aman's right neck, a strange blood-colored character appeared in the column.

In the Bible believed by the herdsmen in northern Xinjiang, it is clearly stipulated that any slave who is left with the character of a slave by blood is a sinner who has offended God in the previous life. Not only is her status indistinguishable from that of an animal, but she also has no right to freedom, not only can she be given away as a commodity by her master, but what is even more terrifying is that even if her master dies unexpectedly, she will never be able to regain her freedom, but will become a public slave of the tribe.

"I can't go back. ”

A whisper, a sigh, a helplessness, a memory, and an endless melancholy!