The sky is vast.

The wilderness is vast.

Cattle and sheep will be seen when the wind blows the grass.

A huge convoy of hundreds of people walked on the vast grassland facing the whistling north wind.

This convoy is weird.

Most of the people in the convoy wore sheepskin coats, with disheveled hair, and were covered with colorful pendants of unknown significance, dressed as Northern Barbarian herdsmen.

But there were still a small number of people in the convoy, wearing plain cotton coats, and their hair was neatly tied to the top of their heads with hairpins or small crowns, dressing up with big and separatist people.

Even the flags hung on the convoy included both the Northern Barbarian ghost paintings and the square Dali regular script.

In the current situation, there should be no such mixed-style convoy...

But this convoy was walking very calmly on the prairie.

Occasionally, I met some herders who drove the flock by, and some people would also give them small gifts in the style of Dali, such as candied meat, jerky, candies, pots, pans, and so on.

Wu Yuanwei was sitting in the carriage, surrounded by masters he trained by Wu.

He was in a very comfortable mood.

The Huo family's little boy was quite successful and finally took Jintian Mansion back...

Although the Wu family defected to the Golden Wolf King's Court.

But this does not mean how loyal they are to the Golden Wolf King Court.

From beginning to end, they were just looking for a way.

The family is one step closer.

The road for the family to last for generations.

Dali blocked this road.

The Golden Wolf King Court is willing to give them this path.

Then go to the Golden Wolf King Court...

It's just a deal.

The business is the one that needs each.

At this stage, it is undoubtedly more in line with their Wu family's interests to block the Northern Barbarians' troops from the south.

Only in this way can the Golden Wolf King Court not kill the donkey.

Only in this way can the Golden Wolf King Court rely more on them.

The warriors in the clan have not yet grown up, and it will take several years to go...

Thinking of this, Wu Yuanwei thought of Wu Qianyuan again and couldn't help but sigh heavily.

What a good kid...

It’s a pity that for the sake of the continuation of the family, you can only suffer...

"Bang."

"Herod's."

A sudden loud noise made the horses in the convoy neigh in panic, and the carriage where Wu Yuanwei was shaking violently.

Wu Yuanwei panicked and held the carriage, lifted up the curtains and looked out.

I saw a red energy like a blood-colored battle flag covering the sunshine above the convoy.

The dripping blood fell from the sky like heavy rain.

The remains of the limbs were scattered all over the ground.

A head with eyes open rolled down not far from Wu Yuanwei's sight.

Wu Yuanwei recognized this head.

He is the guard Wang Hongtao who has followed him for many years, the seventh rank.

"What a waste!"

A hoarse voice sounded in the sky. When Wu Yuanwei looked up, he saw a bare-spoken bald man dragging a guillotine that seemed to be cutting grass for animals and falling from the sky. "You should all understand Dali's words.

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"Put down your weapons, squat down while holding your head in place, and those who are stubborn will die!"

The bald man fell into the convoy and said with a smile, a golden tooth shining in the sun.

Somehow, when Wu Yuanwei saw this man, he always felt familiar, but for a while, he couldn't remember where he had seen him.

"Thieves are so brave!"

A loud shout exploded in the convoy. A rash man with hair and beard spreading and a burly bull-shaped body, holding a nine-ring thick-backed sword in his hand, rushed towards the bald man.

Hearing this loud shout, Wu Yuanwei felt a little relieved.

That was the sixth-grade offering that he found for a high price for Wu's family.

...

"Cough...pah!"

A mouthful of bloody saliva slapped a hair-beard and squirted, and the dead head and face were dying with eyes open.

The bald man smiled and threw away the half-small knife in his hand. He bent down and picked up the ownerless nine-ring thick-backed sword and looked around: "Everyone, can you respect my identity as a bandit? Obedient, the man squatted.

On the left, the woman squats on the right, a seventh-grade master, please squat and come with me!"

The crowd looked at him in horror, not knowing what to do.

Seeing this, the bald man sighed helplessly, swung the nine-ring thick-backed sword he had just bought and slashed at the crowd.

The blood-red sword aura like a waterfall was like a water bottle bursting out.

With one knife, more than a dozen people were divided into two, and the plasma splashed five or six feet high.

The bald man poked out his left hand, and a bloody halo appeared in the palm of his palm covering the dozen bodies, then turned his claws and pulled them back.

The rich blood-colored mist turned into these corpses and rose up and gathered towards his palm.

In a few blink of an eye, these corpses that were still steaming just now shriveled, like mummies that had been drying in the desert for countless years.

"Ah, demon!"

Someone in the crowd screamed, completely collapsed, and ran away in scattered.

The bald man raised his head, his eyes flashing with a sparkling blood.

"Are you brainless?"

"Are you brainless?"

He slapped his forehead in annoyance: "I told you a long time ago that the team must wait until it's dark before taking action. You just can't help it, you can't help it!"

He complained that he took back his left hand, turned over the horse, and chased the lambs who had fled everywhere.

...

"Bang."

A large cylinder of grain shattered at the bald man's feet, and a fat pig in a brocade robe rolled out from it.

The bald man said in surprise, "Huh" and there was actually a fish that escaped the net here.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, Lord Li, we are acquaintances, Lord Li, don't kill me..."

The fat pig rolled on the grass and shouted repeatedly with his liver and gallbladder splitting.

The bald man's nine-ring thick-backed sword stopped.

He looked at the fat pig with interest, bared his big gold teeth and smiled, "Do you recognize me?"

"Recognize it, recognize it, you are the brother of Gangmaster Zhang."

The fat pig kowtowed and said repeatedly.

The bald man finally put down the nine-ring thick-backed sword at hand.

He stared at the fat pig in front of him, and after a long time of brain-struggling memories, he suddenly raised his eyebrows: "Are you Wu Yuanwei? Boss Wu's second uncle?"

When the fat pig heard the name "Boss Wu", he was overjoyed, "Yes, yes, I'm Wu Qianyuan's second uncle!"

"hehe……"

The bald man smiled.

But when he heard his laughter, Wu Yuanwei felt cold all over his body.

The bald man stepped forward, stepped on a pig's trotter, and slowly crushed it: "It's such a coincidence. I've long wanted to talk to you Wu's family... The Northern Barbarians, it was your Wu's family who put it in the pass.

Yes?"

Under the powerful force of the bald man, Wu Yuanwei's hands instantly became a piece of meat paste that was inseparable from flesh and blood.

"Master Li, please spare me, please spare me!"

Wu Yuanwei screamed heart-wrenchingly, "The Northern Barbarians were not put into the pass, but our Wu family was forced to cooperate with them and put the Northern Barbarians in the pass."

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"Um?"
Chapter completed!