Nanshan didn't understand why he didn't dare to look at Chu Huan's eyes at that moment. Anyway, when he reacted, he had subconsciously avoided Chu Huan's gaze. Soon, he felt that he was a little confused about evasive like this, so he turned his gaze back with his teeth: "I..."

Unexpectedly, after a slight pause, Nanshan had forgotten what he was going to say. He seemed to be a primary school student who was suddenly called to ask questions when he was distracted. A jar of water suddenly entered his mind and washed all the goods.

Nanshan thought urgently: "Say something, I have to say something."

So he instinctively used his mother tongue and spoke the words of the Liyi tribe quickly, explaining with an obvious overwhelming feeling: "Didn't you agree to follow me closely? You can't see it, how can you stand there and stay motionless? Do you want to suffer the sin of detoxification again? I was shocked by you..."

Nanshan's words came to an abrupt end here because he felt that he was just talking nonsense and was talking nonsense. He moved his feet in reverse, making it even more embarrassing for a moment.

Fortunately, Nanshan's Liyi tribe's words were inconsistent and disorganized, and his speech was so fast that he almost escaped the gravity of the earth. Therefore, Chu Huan, a half-baked person, didn't understand a single word, and his ears were filled with a bunch of garbled characters.

Chu Huan didn't know how to respond to a bunch of garbled codes at such a critical moment, so he had to pretend to be calm and say, "Okay, I understand, you're pretty straightforward - can you find a way to block their horn?"

After this question, Nanshan finally had room for answers. He immediately seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and hurriedly picked up the steps down: "There are too many, no."

Chu Huan: "What if it was just the one who just played the trumpet?"

Nanshan hesitated for a moment and quickly rejected the idea: "Although it is OK, once they find that his horn cannot sound, there will be another one to top it up immediately, which is useless."

Chu Huan: "Once the fight between the two sides starts, the situation will be very chaotic. It is unlikely that each of them will remember the entire order clearly. I think they must be just staring at their previous person. If the previous person dies, the latter person will immediately take over the command of the horn."

Nanshan's eyes lit up and he immediately reacted: "So the latter must follow the previous one!"

"Do you have a way to lead them to run?" Chu Huan asked in a low voice, "Once they are pulled to run, one must be chasing the other. You should ask the tribe members to ambush them. At that time, you should take action at the same time, whether it is a sneak attack or a arrow, or the odd number stay, kill the even number, kill six or seven people, and they will be in chaos."

After hearing this, Nanshan whistled decisively, and several hidden tribe members suddenly emerged around him. It seems that only fools like Dashan would make themselves a target for survival. Older people are all very experienced. When they arrive at a familiar place in the terrain, they will immediately get into the woods and grass in front of the house and behind the house. No one can find them, but they can come out at any time to show their sharp teeth and bite the enemy's flesh and blood.

Nanshan quickly explained what they were doing. Although he didn't even say why he did this, relying on the prestige established in the clan for many years, although the clans' people did not understand the reason, they had no objection and immediately took action.

Nanshan picked up the patriarch's scepter and handed it to Chu Huan: "Light the fire for me."

Chu Huan's smoke was thrown away by Nanshan, but the lighter was still there. The scepter was very easy to ignite. Once the flame at the top was touched, it couldn't wait to jump out and emit a conspicuous halo.

As soon as the fire light lit up, Chu Huan and Nanshan immediately dodged in two directions in a sympathetic manner. Sure enough, the next moment, the sharp claws of the "mad dog" attracted by the fire light had arrived.

The two of them walked around from both sides of the courtyard wall. Nanshan finally glanced at Chu Huan's back with some concern.

Even though he saw Chu Huan's knife just now, he was still panicked and couldn't help thinking, what if it was just luck and he wouldn't be able to cut it right next time? Even if it wasn't luck, what if there was anything unexpected?

This made Nanshan pause for a moment and was almost caught up by a "mad dog".

Nanshan raised his hand emptyly, and the "mad dog" seemed to be slapped hard, twisted his neck to the side, and broke with a "crunch" sound, falling down heavily.

Nanshan barely suppressed the bloody imagination in his heart, and he decided to believe Chu Huan - because he remembered that Chu Huan said that he would never talk nonsense about important things.

But even though he was so determined and turned his head and found that Chu Huan's figure flashed and disappeared, Nanshan's heart still couldn't help but feel up and down - if he couldn't see anyone, he would feel up and down.

Nanshan stabbed through a "mad dog" that ran to him with a knife, grabbed the flatblock man on the "mad dog"'s neck, tore him in half like tearing toilet paper, and threw it aside.

The flames on the scepter in his hand did not shake in the wind. Under the dark sky, it was like a meteor passing by quickly, and walked the "mad dog" around the houses of the clan in the woods with ease.

Because the person who pulled the monster was very reliable, the "Mad Dog" group quickly led by those who got the number, chasing one by one and then became a column.

The flat man who was holding the horn was about to blow the horn again, causing other companions to surround Nanshan, but felt that a stream of air was blocking his horn and could not make a sound.

Nanshan seemed to have some awareness, and turned around and smiled coldly at him.

The flatblade was about to turn around and signal his next person to take command, but as soon as he turned around, a bloody light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. A triangular thorn swooped down from a high place, and accurately poked the "mad dog" behind him and the flatblade on its neck.

Chu Huan pulled out the spike, reached out to Nanshan from afar and pretended to take off his hat and greet him, then dodged away a wind arrow - and disappeared again.

The Liyi tribe members usually don’t wear hats. Of course, Nanshan didn’t know what his gesture meant, but his ears were hot for unknown reasons. Nanshan forced himself to spend most of his energy to pay attention to the enemy behind him, leaving only a little space in his mind, giving Chu Huan the look of smiling eyes.

Thinking of this, although he described his resoluteness and his steps were not at all confusing, his fifteen buckets of water that were up and down in his heart were overturned together, causing a flood.

Seeing Chu Huan succeed in his attack, the ambushed tribes immediately shot out several cold arrows almost at the same time, as Nanshan ordered, and for all, they broke the flat pieces on the neck of the "mad dog" into a look of dying with no eyes.

The command of the flat film man was indeed in chaos. At the same time, four or five horns were sounded. The "mad dog" present couldn't help but pause. I didn't know which one to listen to. For a moment, the wind and arrows were rolling around and there was no order.

Xiaofang led a group of tribe members to attack the enemy's column in half.

The mountain guard and the flatblade who drove the "mad dog" were immediately in a melee.

Erqiu placed his injured good brother Dashan behind Dabaishi, gave him a small crossbow to defend himself, and then stood up to meet the black monster that came against the wind.

He almost had his eyes red, and he didn't know how to go in and out of the Mutay group, and was entangled by the other party and started fighting in close combat.

Not long after, Erqiuzu grabbed two deep blood marks on his chest and back, and he couldn't help but stagger.

Just this step, a "mad dog" Mutay rushed up under the command of the flatblock man on his neck, hitting the boy's back hard, knocking him to the ground, and then stomping on his spine with one foot.

The monster weighed hundreds of kilograms, and he almost broke his bones with one step. The second kicker turned black and he spitted out a breath of pain.

Flat filmmaker: "Ah—Haho!"

The "mad dog" who was stepping on the second kicking kick opened his mouth with his master's order and prepared a wind arrow to bear the small ant under his feet.

Er kicked and roared, his fingers sank hard into the fine grass on the ground.

Suddenly, his back suddenly lightened, and his kicking kick was overwhelmed.

A dark triangular thorned god and ghost emerged unpredictably. The moment the "mad dog" opened its mouth, it poked straight into its mouth and penetrated its throat. The "mad dog" didn't even make a sound, and blood immediately splattered three feet away, just spraying two kicks on its face... Unfortunately, the boy was too surprised and had not had time to shut up.

Second kick: "…Push.”

Chu Huan picked up the shaking ball of flatblade with one hand and wiped the blood from the triangular thorns on him. The shaking ball of the flatblade made a hoarse and sharp sound. Chu Huan listened carefully and found that it looked a bit like the Liyi tribe's words, but his voice was too ugly and spoke too quickly. With Chu Huan's level, he couldn't understand it very much.

He held the flatblade in his hand with a spirit of study and shook it twice. The flatblade fluttered in the wind, making a "rustling" sound like a piece of paper. Chu Huan kicked to the second floor in surprise like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world, saying, "Hey, this thing is so soft!"

Second kick: "…"

Then, Chu Huan tentatively poked the flat man with a triangular thorn. With a "puff" sound, the thing let out a short scream, struggled for a while, and died.

Chu Huan wiped his hands, threw the body aside, and said regretfully: "It's a pity that it's not very strong, right?"

...Otherwise? Do you want to use it as a pair of boots?

Er Gaozu looked at him in a strange way and nodded blankly.

Chu Huan glanced at him and took out a napkin from his pocket. He himself forgot when he was eating in a small restaurant outside. It was wrinkled and could not tell whether it had been used or not. However, Chu Huan himself had become sloppy and was even more rude to behave himself and be strict with others. He pointed to the boy's face and said, "Wipe quickly, oh."

While speaking, another Mutay rushed towards him. Chu Huan punched it across the neck and tilted the "mad dog"'s head to the side. Before he could tilt back, Chu Huan's short knife had already been handed over, cutting off the flat-piece man's head from its neck. After watching several times, the eldest sister took blood and brain plasma to get poison sacs, the anatomical picture of the "mad dog" had completely entered Chu Huan's brain. He already knew how to use the most labor-saving method to deal with this thing.

After solving the problem with the filmmaker, Chu Huan refused to do more work with any extra work, and gave a second kick: "I'll give it to you, the silly guy."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

The second kick and the "mad dog" who suddenly lost command looked at each other for a moment.

"Mad Dog" Mutay: "Roar..."

Before the heart-wrenching roar was completed, it was cut off half of its neck by the jumping kick.

Er kicked his feet and felt that his inner self-esteem was being stinged sharply. For a moment, he ignored the bloody hole in his front back and rushed out bravely.

The "mad dog" that lost its command has become a mess. Although it is brutal, it can no longer organize a lot of wind arrows. The guardian has been fighting these things almost since his birth. As one scattered flatbill after another was killed, the situation on the field quickly reversed.

Nanshan extinguished the flames on the scepter and shouted: "Kill them all!"

The counterattack and massacre began.

Xiaofang immediately brought a few people to form a blockade line at the foot of the mountain, not letting a "mad dog" that escaped the net.

Chu Huan's toes poked a "mad dog" that he had just killed. The flat-paneled man on the neck of the "mad dog" was cut off half of his face by the sword wind he brought, and rolled and howled on the ground. These little things had no combat power, so Chu Huan didn't care about it for the time being.

He looked up and felt that he had already entered the final cleaning at this time.

So Chu Huan was lazy, wiped the knife and the triangular thorns away, and while picking up the flatblock, he recalled what he had done in front of Nanshan just now.

"I seem to be a little too unstable." He reflected on himself.

At this time, Chu Huan heard a burst of shouts coming from behind him: "Bitch King!"

Chu Huan almost shivered for a moment. When he turned around, he realized that he had approached the patriarch's yard at some point. A row of naughty children protected in the yard were lying on the wall and looking at him happily.

Hua Guduo whispered to her little follower, "How do you say 'take it for fun'?"

Her young follower actually has a domineering temperament, and he quickly gave the answer to the Mandarin version after hearing this.

Hua Guduo whispered to the other children: "I shout 'one two three', and then we shout this together, have you heard it? One two three--"

The children pointed at the half-life flatblock man in Chu Huan's hand and said in unison: "Bitch King, come and play!"

Chu Huan: "..."

Is this for fun?!

Chu Huan looked at the horse whip guarding the gate of the patriarch's yard with a silly look. The horse whip smiled at him shyly and said, "What a bitch, it's okay."

Chu Huan: "..."

This title almost made him call him so much that he had no desire to communicate.

The little bald man on the wall was particularly excited. In order to show that he was familiar with Chu Huan, he was like a quick flesh bug, twisting over the wall and jumping down.

When Chu Huan saw this, his calmness and consciousness disappeared. He quickly threw the dying flatblock in his hand to the cubs on the wall, and then turned around and ran away because of his long legs.

The poor little bald man rode on the wall without a village or a shop without a shop, and found that although he and True Love had lived and died together, the essence of True Love was still a scumbag. Seeing the children all turned their eyes to him, he felt sad and rode on the wall of the clan leader's house and sobbed in grievance.

When Nanshan saw Chu Huan coming towards him, his heart suddenly felt relieved. He was a serious person. He realized something was wrong with him and immediately thought about why.

Until Chu Huan stretched out a hand and shook it in front of him, Nanshan was still staring at him blankly.

Nanshan opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but a little light reflected from the platinum ring on Chu Huan's finger was shook his eyes.

His eyes first froze, then became dark, and finally he completely withdrew his gaze and said nothing. Nanshan held the patriarch's scepter with one hand, half of his body was covered in blood, and he looked like a pitiful look of being alone.

Chu Huan held his shoulder from behind and asked strangely: "Hey, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," Nanshan felt a little lonely. He gritted his teeth and then cheered up after a moment. He forced a smile and asked Chu Huan, "I'm going to see the gatekeeper, are you going?"
Chapter completed!