He now had to make a difficult decision, whether to give up on the wooden chest and take a step back to save himself, or to take the chest with the possibility of being hit by the Flying Feather Serpent's dagger. Now once he gives up this opportunity, it means that there will be no more chance, unless he can be ruthless and kill Fengmeng.

When you win, your heart is in a hurry, make a decision in an instant, and snatch the treasure chest!

He really couldn't watch Feng Meng go further and further down the wrong path, he asked himself that although he was not a good person and had done too many shady things, he definitely couldn't watch the Flying Bear Tribe disappear in the beast tide.

This is my home, my hometown, after all.

After Feng Ying figured it out, his left hand castrated and took over the treasure chest. The moment he withdrew his left hand, his face changed suddenly, and his face was a little bruised.

He looked to his left hand, and saw that on his left hand, which was originally powerful, there was a wound no bigger than the size of a fingernail, but it was covered with bruises, and the bruises spread instantly, but in a moment's time, they had already spread to the position of the forearm.

"Uncle, you lost. Feng Meng stared at Feng Ying's bruised face with cold eyes, and said angrily.

He didn't expect that he would be betrayed by his last relatives and almost ruin all his plans. Thinking of this, Feng Meng hated it in his heart, and he couldn't wait to break it into pieces.

Feng Ying glanced at him deeply, his right hand turned into a knife and blood boiling, flashing with a golden glow, and cut off his left arm with a knife. With a painful look on his face, he let out a muffled grunt, took the fallen wooden box with his right hand, and leaped into the air.

"Bastard, kill him, kill him quickly!" Feng Meng didn't expect Feng Ying to be so decisive, and in order to delay the time of death a little, he actually cut off his own arm with his own hands. He looked at the win-win as he took off, and roared loudly on the deck.

But those elite soldiers have not yet recovered from the changes in front of them, they look at the Feng Ying who has been far away and look at each other one by one, not knowing why the two masters are fighting. Even if they knew, they didn't dare to make a move against Feng Win.

He was bruised and stared blankly at the lush quinoa fields on the shore, with a wry smile on his face.

I have been selfish all my life, but I didn't expect it to be this ending in the end, dying for the survival of the tribe, or dying silently, rotting in the wilderness like a lowly slave.

"What a sarcasm!" Feng Ying fell from the sky and fell weakly in the field, feeling his more and more confused mind, revealing a complicated look, and said weakly.

The setting sun is setting in the west, and the remnant sun is like blood, reflecting the quinoa field as if it were burning.

"Sasha. ”

At this moment, a salsa sound sounded in the quinoa field, and in a few breaths, a young slave with an animal skin on his lower body walked out of the quinoa field. He stopped a foot away, his face a little frightened, staring at him cautiously.

"Give this to the Great Wizard and don't open it. Tell him that "Feng Ying's eyes were blurred, he looked sideways in the direction of the young man, his eyes were not focused, he trembled and stretched out his right hand to point to the wooden box that had rolled down beside him, and said in a weaker and weaker voice.

Before the words fell, he was completely silent, and he didn't close his eyes until he died. He looked in the direction of Youjia in a daze, with a smile on his face, not knowing whether he saw the prosperity of Youjia or the beauty of the past.

The young man looked at Feng Meng's completely silent appearance, smelled the stench emanating from his body, his face was a little pale, and his body trembled. He instantly understood that there was something wrong with the smell, so he hurriedly closed his breath, stepped forward and hugged the treasure chest beside him, turned around and ran.

He ran directly out of the mile before slowing down, looking at the treasure chest in his arms, thinking of the tragic death of Winwin, his face showed a little struggle. The man said that he would give this thing to the great wizard, and he looked like a senior warrior of the patriarch, could it be that there was some kind of treasure in it?

The young man sat in the wheat field, looking at the treasure chest in front of him with a complicated expression, and the light in his eyes flickered. He's just an ordinary slave, not to mention whether he can meet the great wizard, what if the things in it are really precious and someone misunderstands that he stole it?

He was stunned there for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth, picked up the box and headed towards the clan settlement. That warrior died so miserably, he didn't forget his mission until he died, and he wanted to hand over the box to the Great Wizard, what if it was something very important to the tribe?

The boy walked for a quarter of an hour, and the path in front of him gradually widened, and not far away appeared a small settlement, which looked like a small village, with no more than a few hundred households.

Before the boy could enter the village, a fat man came out of the village. He has a fat head, big ears, a ruddy face, and a pair of eyes like soybeans, which looks very funny. With a wicked smile on his face, he looked at the young man who had returned from outside the village, and said coldly.

"Dumb, you sneaked out again. Uncle Ben told you a long time ago that if you are found sneaking out, it will make you look good, and you are taking Uncle Ben's words as the wind in your ears. ”

Then the fat man was attracted by the wooden box in the boy's arms, which was engraved with delicate patterns, and he had never seen anything so delicate.

"Dumb, give me the box, and I'll let you go this time. The fat man stretched out a fat right hand and said with a smug look on his face.

"Woo. When the dumb man saw the fat man, his face turned pale in an instant. He shook his head quickly, a whining sound coming out of his mouth.

"This dumb man, he dares to refuse the kindness of the master, I really don't know what to do, you go and snatch the box, Uncle Ben wants to see what treasures are in it. The fat man looked at the mute man's shaking of his head, his face instantly turned ugly, and he commanded the sturdy thug beside him.

"Young master, don't worry, this little dumb man dares to refuse the young master's kindness, we will definitely teach him how to be a man. Behind the little fat man came a powerful servant, seven feet tall and with bulging muscles like granite. He looked at the anxious eyes of the mute and miserable look, and said with bad intentions.

"Bring it to the uncle. The sturdy servant strode forward, knocked the mute to the ground with a slap, and snatched the wooden box from him.

After he snatched the wooden box from the mute's arms, he saw the mute who fell to the ground and couldn't get up, stepped on him, spat in his face, and said disdainfully: "Even a **** like you, you dare to go against the young master, I really don't know whether to live or die." ”

Then he turned around, walked towards the little fat man with humility on his face, bowed down and held the wooden box in his hand, and said respectfully: "Young master, this is what you want." ”

"Lay down, let go. "The strong man is too burly, and even if he bows down, he is much taller than the little fat man. The little fat man saw that the wooden box he was holding was higher than his own head, and said angrily.

When the strong man heard this, he had a smile on his face and hurriedly put it on the ground.

The little fat man looked at the wooden box in front of him, stretched out his hand and stroked the lines on the purple wooden box, his face became more and more happy, this thing looked really exquisite.

"Dumb, where did you get this thing? The little fat man stepped on the treasure chest, looked at the mute who was struggling to get up a foot in front of him, and asked with a little doubt on his face.

This thing is so delicate, it doesn't look like it was abandoned at random, where did this little mute find it?

The mute whined, and his face was full of anxiety. He gestured with his hands, trying to say what he saw.

"Hey, hey, forget it, forget it. Young Master Ben opened it and looked at it himself, and he would know. The little fat man shook his head in anguish when he saw him dancing, took a sharp bone knife from the strong man beside him, and walked around the wooden box, as if considering from which angle to pry it open.

The mute man saw the little fat man's actions and became even more impatient. With a painful look on his face, he struggled to get up from the ground and rushed to the little fat man who was crouching down and trying to pry open the wooden box.

"Young master, be careful. When the strong man saw the dumb man pounce on the little fat man, his face suddenly changed, and he shouted angrily.

As he spoke, he stepped out, his right hand clenched into a fist, and the green tendons on the big fist jumped, tearing the air and waving towards the dumb man.

"Bang. ”

He punched the dumb man's spine with a crisp sound that broke his spine into several pieces.

The dumb man was hit hard by a blow and fell to the ground in an instant. He vomited blood in his mouth, stared at the wooden box close at hand, and moved his body to crawl towards the wooden box. (To be continued.) )