Chapter 89 The War between Daluo and Southern Xinjiang
There are five people in the Green Teeth Mercenary Group, headed by the leader Wu Mo. They travel among various dangerous places and monster mountains, basically making money by hunting monsters.
"You are not from southern Xinjiang."
Among the lush woods, a group of six people were advancing through thorns and thorns, but Wu Mo, who was opening the way at the front, suddenly said this.
"How to say?"
Li Guanqi, who was following him, smiled.
"Your eyes are so clear."
Wu Mo had no expression on his face, holding a long sword and cutting off the branches blocking the road ahead, "There are no more people like you in southern Xinjiang now. The war has destroyed everything and destroyed everything.
And what about you?
Your eyes are full of sunshine and beauty. From childhood to adulthood, you must have lived in a very happy place.
Unless you are a noble from southern Xinjiang.
But you don't have that aloof temperament.
Or maybe you are a different blood warrior or a magician... But it is even more impossible, because this kind of extraordinary existence is more superior. Even ordinary nobles can be used as dogs, and it is impossible to look at people seriously.
So you are a civilian.
Commoners from out of town don't know anything, so it's best to cheat. Those who can also enter and exit the Magic Mansion and can afford to buy extraordinary items must be rich.
Rich and easy-to-cheat foreigners... no, they should be foreign civilians.
Li Guanqi, you meet all the conditions.
You thought the little girls in the tribe who approached you were enthusiastic and beautiful.
In fact, their smiles are full of calculations.
If you really go with them, thinking of having a night of fun with a beautiful girl, you will either be visited by the law enforcement team before you can go in, or you will wake up the next day and find that your pocket is empty.
Even if the pockets are empty, it is considered good. Some people have empty waists, and even one kidney has been taken away and sold.
so……"
Wu Mo suddenly stopped, turned to look at Li Guanqi, and said with a smile: "Foreign friends, where are you from? Daluo? Beimang?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the other two men and two women from the Green Teeth Mercenary Group also stopped, and the five of them stood in a corner, surrounding Li Guanqi.
"hehe."
Li Guanqi smiled and said, "If I say that I am from Daluo, will I be killed by you?"
"No."
Wu Mo shook his head, "War always hurts the common people, but it is always the nobles who benefit.
Those who deserve to die are not the Daluo people, nor the Southern Xinjiang people, but those aristocratic nobles who regard human life as nothing."
After that, the leader of the Green Teeth Mercenary Group continued to step forward and waved his sword forward to clear the way, "Friend, could you please tell me why you came to southern Xinjiang? With wars raging now, it is not a good time to travel abroad."
"Everyone has their own secrets."
Li Guanqi followed him with a smile.
These people have not discovered his identity as a transcendent person. If this is the case, then they should continue to hide it.
"That's right."
Wu Mo didn't seem to be offended by this remark. Instead, he laughed and said, "I was the one who was rude."
"Actually, I'm still a little curious."
Li Guanqi walked up to him and said softly: "You said that Southern Xinjiang is full of schemes, but what about you? You took me to the Demon Mountains unconditionally, and you were even willing to give me a demon organ as a certificate. Do you also want to plot something against me?"
"That's right."
Wu Mo pointed at the two young southern Xinjiang girls in the team and said with a smile: "When we passed you, Bulma looked at you and finally dragged me back to remind you not to be deceived.
If you have to say it’s a conspiracy, I’ll let it go. I’ll drag you over to make the girls in the team look good and help them relax. After all, tall and handsome men are rare in southern Xinjiang.”
"oh?"
Li Guanqi immediately turned around.
I saw one of the two young girls carrying a long bow, who looked about sixteen or seventeen years old. When she noticed that he was looking over, her cheeks turned red and she lowered her head shyly.
……bow?
Li Guanqi looked away, his eyes twinkling.
Reality is not a game. For male warriors and female archers, the fewer clothes they wear, the higher their combat effectiveness.
In reality, those who are good at bow and arrow are all big men as strong as cattle. After all, the power of shooting a bow is not something that a delicate girl can do.
There's something wrong.
And what's even more problematic is... Li Guanqi didn't find any strings on their longbows, and he didn't see them carrying anything like quivers or quivers.
What is this operation?
Although it is a bit strange, in this strange world full of extraordinary powers, there is actually nothing to make a fuss about.
"Right."
Li Guanqi suddenly remembered something and looked at Wu Mo in confusion, "Isn't Southern Xinjiang preparing to cease war with Daluo? I heard that they have begun escorting prisoners back."
"The negotiations failed."
Wu Mo sighed softly, "The general of Daluo's battle against Southern Xinjiang this time is named Zhou Xuanwu, a terrifying seven-star alien-blood warrior. He also brought his young son who has just turned sixteen with him this time.
Went to the border to prepare for some training for my younger son.
Half a year ago, his youngest son was captured, and the whole country in southern Xinjiang rejoiced. After all, this was the biggest bargaining chip and could be exchanged for a lot of wealth. After the nobles had eaten the meat, they could still keep some soup to drink.
Three months ago, Nanjiang and Daluo were preparing to negotiate peace.
But at this moment... Zhou Xuanwu's youngest son died. No one knew the reason, but the reason was not important. What was important was that he died in the army of southern Xinjiang.
So Zhou Xuanwu was furious.
The general of Zhennan reported to the Emperor of Daluo and invited a horse to come down from the southern border.
This battle will no longer be a small fight...more people will die."
As he said this, Wu Mo's mood became even more depressed.
He hates war.
Time passes little by little.
Until night falls.
The Green Teeth Mercenary Group and others began to set up camp in the woods, preparing to continue their march after dawn.
"I'm going to check the surroundings."
Umo took the sword and shield and left.
The two southern Xinjiang girls in the team set up iron pots on the bonfire and started cooking for everyone... It seemed like mushroom stew?
Li Guanqi smells very fragrant.
He sat on the stone and quietly watched the two girls placing ingredients and seasonings, but he did not notice that one of the girls' face was flushed and extremely shy because of his gaze.
Only girls from southern Xinjiang who are ready to cheat money are open and enthusiastic.
A simple girl from southern Xinjiang, very shy.
The Green Teeth Mercenary Group has five members, but in fact there are only three normal people.
Because the other two men... well, they seemed to be fools and ignorant. They looked like they were in their thirties, but they behaved like five or six-year-old children.
I don’t know their names, but they have always been called Dashi and Ershi by the girls.
"My name is Boomer."
A girl with long black hair tied into two braids hanging down her chest came up with a smile, holding a bowl of mushroom broth in each hand, and handed one bowl to Li Guanqi.
"Thanks."
Li Guanqi took it and took a sip, then sincerely praised, "It's delicious!"
"Hehe, that's good."
Bulma's eyes curled up with a smile, and then he took a deep breath, as if he was emboldened and courageous enough to dare to sit next to Li Guanqi, and drank the broth unnaturally.
"Umo seems to hate war. Why?"
Li Guanqi suddenly asked.
That man didn't behave like an ordinary person who was concerned about the country and the people, but more like...
