In my eyes, there are only two types of people, living and dead

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"The weird Gentiles, but they were not hostile, just left a woman and her three entourages..."

He temporarily put away the wooden slip in his hand, and Aaron thought secretly. He obtained such information from the scout, which had to be said, which aroused his curiosity.

You should know that in the past six months, in this barbaric plain, he has never encountered such a Gentile who came with the intention of communicating with obvious hostility, except for the obviously hostile barbarians and some group creatures in the south.

"If you follow the normal logic, this strange thing will make people unable to help but guess that this woman must have a special origin and purpose."

Aaron blinked and used only one look to convey his order to Spartan's heavy helmet.

This not only concerns the future of Sparta, but also some inexplicable memories in Aaron's mind. So for this mysterious Gentile woman, no matter what, it is worth taking a little time to meet her in her busy schedule.

Twenty Spartan helmets gathered and came to the front of the Spartan king's residence.

In Aaron's eyes, the so-called Spartan King's official residence is actually a big house that is more decent and tidy than the Spartan house.

Standing under the steps in front of the official residence, Aaron first looked up and looked around. The Spartans were extremely xenophobic, which could be read from their eyes.

Four strange foreigners stood there uneasyly and did not carry weapons, but the Spartans watching on the side showed obvious hostility in their eyes. Some were holding weapons in their hands. The tongues that were licked from the edge of their teeth all revealed threats and indifference.

"disperse."

Such a scene happened was not a way to entertain guests, but it made Aaron feel the omnipresent cohesion of the Spartans.

In fact, Aaron believes that it is not a mistake to look down on the poor civilization of the barbarians. Sometimes, a large part of the pride of a nation is based on contempt for other races.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and Aaron directly issued an order to disperse the onlookers.

No matter what the purpose of the foreigners' trip was, he would always give the other party a chance to speak. As for his own safety, there were twenty Spartan helmets by his side. Not to mention that the other party had only four people, even forty people, he would be a scumbag who would lie in minutes.

"At least judging from her figure, she still seems to be a beauty."

Staring at the woman opposite, in Aaron's pupils, this woman from a foreign country had black hair, but was combed into seven long braids, hanging behind her ears and head.

There were also three of her followers who were dragging a pigtail-like braid behind their heads. In addition to their pretty figure, some kind of strange black totem was applied to their faces, and their clothes were just simply cut animal skins.

"It's a pity that her clothes have exposed the ridiculous civilization behind her."

I have tried to communicate with the long-haired barbarians, but it is useless. To be honest, Aaron is tired of communicating with the barbarians.

I could not help but feel a little disappointed when I witnessed four foreigners who were emitting a barbaric aura and dressed in weird clothes. Sometimes, curiosity is not so easy to be satisfied.

There is also an important government affairs at hand. When he is here, Aaron has felt a little impatient when facing several barbaric Gentiles.

The foreign woman opposite seemed to feel something. During the first time she spoke, she showed her neatly arranged white teeth. "If you can understand me, please put away your contemptuous expression. Standing in front of you, a princess who can bring you benefits."

After expressing her dissatisfaction cleanly, she took a small step to the left, crossing her arms to her upright chest. Her face subconsciously shook her eyebrows, but she immediately shook her head, as if she wanted to shake off Aaron's eyes and this feeling of contempt.

Felling in Aaron's pupils, this tiny movement and the tone of her speech, were at least conveying and expressing a message to the outside, she was not afraid of being surrounded by the Spartan helmet.

This foreign woman is so bold, but to be honest, Aaron doesn't like this rude body language unless she really has this qualification. Or, it can really prove that she has such courage.

As Aaron will say next.

"Foreign people, I don't care if you are a princess. In my eyes, there are only two types of people, living and dead."

Staring at the changing facial expression of the other party, Aaron smiled slightly, and then said, "Also, I'm not a very patient person, so when you tell me what benefits it can bring to my village, please tell me the reward you want."

After all, Aaron's ability to emphasize the word "please" proved his patience and was about to approach the bottom line.

But when the alien woman suddenly exclaimed, "You can not only understand our language, but also speak it easily." This young lord with silver hair and a pair of silver pupils could actually issue the fluent syllables she was familiar with.

This made the foreign woman opposite feel a little surprised. Because her experience in Sparta had already made her feel in advance that communication would become a big problem.

But the problem in the premonition did not appear, and it was somewhat affected by Aaron's cold tone. She turned her body again, and then, from her eyes, there was a sudden excitement like a black crystal stone soaked in water, which made people feel dark and bright. "The tribal lord of a foreign country, I am Princess Pajiu, from the powerful Berserker Tribe Alliance. The purpose of coming to your territory is not only a gift to bring to you, but also a great benefit."

After a brief self-introduction, he drew a meal and said with a little thought, "As for what benefits I can bring to your 'village' tribe, I think even the stupidest bears know that before negotiations, we must first entertain the messengers from distant countries with food and water."

After saying these words, Zhao Jiu rolled his lips and hung a sly smile, but in the next minute, she would not have thought that her eyes betrayed her nervousness.

After hearing Paijiu's words, Aaron's face always had a smile on his face, neither continuing to respond to her words nor any other statement.

If a person comes to you for a deal, he claims to bring a meeting gift.

Then in this transaction, his profit will definitely be greater than that of you.

So, no matter what the content of this transaction is, Aaron doesn't like such a transaction. He doesn't like this kind of communication that is not questionable.

The Spartan silence that appeared on Aaron's face made twenty Spartan helmets unconsciously insert their spears on the ground at their feet. They pulled out the Spartan war sword from their waists and made a creepy and cold laugh. Before Aaron gave the order, they surrounded the aliens in the middle, holding the sword in their hands and touched the blade from time to time, and stepped on unrhythm steps under their feet, and kept walking back and forth.

Although Aaron did not say a word, Sajiu and her three followers could clearly feel that there was a strong sense of oppression around him, which made this small space suffer a terrible bloodthirsty squeeze at all times. Just like an animal waiting to be slaughtered, when a butcher knife approached its throat, it would chop down at any time, and the animal would instinctively twitch and tremble.

In fact, in Zajiu's eyes, there were twenty such butcher knives around, and twenty burly butchers who were afraid of it.

Ten seconds later...

In Paojiu's eyes, there was a terrifying spirit of being hunted and locked, and her three followers had long been lengthened because of fear, their lips and cheeks were pale.

Thirty seconds later...

The skin on her face contracted, her lips closed tightly, stopping the panting that was about to come out. When she saw Aaron turning around, raising his arm, and the situation was about to fall. Suddenly, Zajiu was stunned for a moment, exhaled in a short and convulsive breath, finally raised her head and began to look at Aaron's eyes.

"Dear Lord, I did not come with the Berserker's iron sword. If you want to kill me, then ~ please!"

A Spartan tone appeared on a foreign woman.

In an instant, not only did Aaron's expectation of the cowardly look of begging for mercy suddenly become calm and calm.

Under the spartan helmet's eye, he can still maintain a calm and elegant smile, regardless of whether this performance is true or false. At least, this inadvertent scene made Aaron feel a trace of the unique courage and wisdom of the Gentile women in him.

As Aaron believed, “Unormal life experience can create a woman’s unique charm.”

"Time is like flowing water, which can cleanse the light of a woman, cleanse the dust that rises and falls in her heart, leaving only the unspoken intelligence and cunning behind the world."

The arm, which was frozen on the left side of his forehead, did not fall. On the contrary, Aaron also signaled Spartan's heavy helmet to put away their weapons. He looked at Pao Jiu carefully and responded lightly, "Welcome to Sparta, food and water are already placed on the table, please!"
Chapter completed!