"Well, this is great! I, I am a businessman, a businessman from the Xiao family caravan..."
Although it is indeed a bit suspicious of living a life of silence, Xiao Han doesn’t care about this old age in order to survive!
At present, as long as you can get away with it, let alone letting him pretend to be a businessman, even if you pretend to be a turtle, it would be no problem!
A real man can bend and stretch!
"You are a businessman? Then what are you wearing?"
However, Murong Fu did not seem to be interested in Xiao Han's hard-working performance. He only looked at Xiao Han's light armor coldly, and a trace of mockery flashed through his blood-red eyes.
"Well…"
Xiao Han looked down with Murong Fu's gaze. As a result, when he saw the light armor on his body, the smile on his face suddenly froze and explained stutteringly:
"You said this? This is allocated by our caravan. You also know that this has not been peaceful recently, haha..."
Well, after talking about this, even Xiao Han himself feels that he can't make up any more.
In this world, where is a businessman wearing armor and running wildly outside alone?
Not to mention that I can ride myself now, it seems that I just snatched the horse from someone else's house.
"Stop talking nonsense, if you don't want to die! Just follow me honestly!"
Murong Fu looked at Xiao Han with an awkward face like a fool!
The Tangren, who had tender skin and flesh in front of him, didn’t even have a knife on his body. He saw that he was used to being pampered in daily life!
Maybe this person is the son of the Tang Dynasty official generals. If he tied him up, he would definitely get a lot of useful information from him.
Even if you don’t get any useful news, you can use this person’s head to pay tribute to the undead in the clan!
Thinking of this, Murong Fu was too lazy to tie Xiao Han anymore, so he only lit up the bow and arrows that Liang carried with him, threatened with his eyes, and then shouted a few Tuguhun words to the sweaty and bloody horse, so he had to turn the horse away first.
There is no way, after all, this place is too close to the Tangren Camp, and Murong Fu is also afraid that Xiao Han did not come out alone.
If Xiao Han's people arrive here, he will be in trouble!
On the other side, seeing this Tuguhun man being quick-witted and wanted to leave, Xiao Han felt anxious and immediately hugged the horse's neck and shouted to him: "Wait!"
"Hmm? Don't want to leave? Seeking death!"
Hearing Xiao Han's shouts suddenly, Murong Fu's eyes were full of fierceness! He rubbed the scimitar on his waist and turned around and pointed at Xiao Han!
The bright blade is less than three inches away from Xiao Han's neck! As long as you pass it forward, Xiao Han's head will be forced to move today!
"Don't be excited!"
Feeling the cold murderous aura between the neck, Xiao Han's hair stood up all over his body!
He swallowed hard, raised his hands and said, "I, I have a priceless treasure on me! I will use it for my own life. This Tuguhun hero, do you think this transaction can be done?"
"Rare treasure?"
Hearing these four words, Murong Fu's eyes, filled with fierce light, slowly calmed down.
If Xiao Han said this yesterday, Murong Fu would definitely sneer at it.
As the successor of the entire tribe, what is he without? He has never seen any treasures?
But today is different.
His tribe has completely turned into a scorched earth.
If you want to take revenge or even live, you must not have money!
"What rare treasures are taken out and shown me! Don't think of playing tricks. My knife is faster than the eagle on the grassland!"
Murong Fu snorted coldly and slowly put down the scimitar in his hand.
Although, he could also take Xiao Han hostage first, and then plunder all the property on Xiao Han when he arrived at a safe place!
But Murong Fu was worried that if he did this, the Tang man in front of him would secretly throw away the treasure halfway through despair!
So, he hesitated for a moment and decided to let Xiao Han hand over the rare treasure first.
When the thing comes to your hands, will the remaining person be killed or cut, and will not be allowed to be merciless?
"Okay, okay, I'll show you this!"
Seeing the Tuguhun man's knife move away from his neck, Xiao Han quickly breathed a sigh of relief. Then, while smiling flatteringly, he slowly lowered his right hand and reached into his arms to dig it out. In the end, he took out a piece of dark iron tube with a handle.
"What kind of rare treasure is this?"
When Murong Fu was drawing things, his eyes kept looking around, for fear that someone would rush over.
When Xiao Han took out the thing, he immediately focused his mind and looked at the thing!
I saw that the iron pipe was only a few inches long and was completely black. It looked like a fire stick. No matter how you look at it, it had nothing to do with "rare treasures"!
"Hey? You don't understand! This is a good treasure! There are not many in the world!"
Since Xiao Han took out the iron pipe, his temperament has gradually changed!
If he said that when he faced Murong Fu before, he always looked timid and servile.
Then at this time, with a shot in his hand, he had already become full of confidence and confidence!
"You...go to die!"
Seeing the black iron pipe aimed at him, Murong Fu's heart suddenly rose and a hint of throbbing. A bad premonition instantly enveloped his whole body!
Just the next second, he swung his knife without warning and slashed at Xiao Han on his head!
"Die!"
"Bang!"
Unfortunately, his knife is very fast, but something is faster!
With a deafening roar, the two horses were scared to take a few steps back almost at the same time!
Murong Fu felt even more that he felt like someone was hammering his chest. He was hammered hard, and the hammering made him lean back on the horse's back!
"You...puff..."
Trying to sit up again, Murong Fu looked at Xiao Han in shock and anger. He was about to open his mouth to speak, but a mouthful of old blood was spurted out first!
And with this mouthful of blood, the knife in his hand could no longer hold it and fell to the ground with a "clang"!
"Not dead?"
In a trance, the hateful Tang man opposite him said to himself in confusion.
Then, Murong Fu vaguely saw that he aimed the dark iron tube at him again!
"not good!"
In an instant, Murong Fu's souls burst out! He no longer cared about anything else, tried his best to grab the reins of the horse: "Run! Drive!"
The war horse ran out!
The terrifying sound did not come. Murong Fu, who had been lucky enough to save his life, looked down at his chest.
A huge hole suddenly appeared in the clothes there!
In the middle of the hole, a gold medal with complex patterns has become distorted and deformed.
Chapter completed!