Datang: My father is the head bodyguard

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Yuchi Baoqi suddenly shouted: "Fuck stop it!"

Well, the scene of the NO.50 people chasing two or three thousand people running around in the valley finally stopped. The NO.50 people quickly came to stand behind Yuchi Baoqi.

The tiger-skin brother was now much more awake and shouted a few words that he didn't understand. The natives were standing behind him.

Brother Tiger Skin untied the tiger teeth that were used to fix his chest, and his upper body came out of the tiger skin. There were a lot of scars on his bare upper body.

"I measured that the arm circumference is bigger than my brother's head, and the forearm is the same size as his grandma's big arm. He must be a monster."

The tiger-skinned brother slowly knelt down, not the kind of kneeling in the etiquette of the Tang Dynasty, but the kind of hara-kiri in the little books of later generations. The thighs are spread wider apart, pushing the whole person up in a kneeling position.

Then the tiger-skinned brother stretched out his hands flatly outward, with the palms facing up, muttering something in his mouth, and clapping his palms above his head after saying this.

Soon, the more than 3000 natives behind him all knelt down, shirtless and in unison, following the tiger brother's rhythm.

An old man wearing a Yuchishan down jacket came. His steps were in a strange posture, but there was a special charm in it.

The old man walked up to Yuchishan, led Yuchishan in a circle in front of the two of them, beat Yuchi Baoqi on the head with a drum, and blew a melodious melody with a bone whistle.

The drum beat Yuchi Baoqi's head, and the more than 3000 natives behind him said: "Ha!"

Yuchi Baoqi understood that this was some kind of ritual. Thinking about the fight between him and the tiger-skin brother just now, he guessed that he recognized himself as the eldest brother?

After playing for a while, the old man put the bone whistle into Yuchishan's hands and inserted the tambourine into Yuchishan's chest where the fox bone was pinned. Not to mention that the card is perfectly fitted and carefully designed.

The old man stood in front of Yuchi Baoqi and started to unzip his down jacket, signaling Yuchi Baoqi to take off his clothes.

Yuchi Baoqi looked disgusted: "Can you not change it?"

The old man had no expression on his face and continued to motion for him to take off his clothes. Yuchi Baoqi smiled and said nothing. He could not do as the Romans did.

When the tiger-skinned brother saw that Yuchi Baoqi had almost taken off his clothes, he also changed from a kneeling position to a standing position. As the tiger-skinned brother fell off, his entire figure was revealed.

I don’t know if any of you readers have ever eaten a bullfrog. It looks like a bear, with a narrow waist, a broad back, and strong limbs. If Yuchi Baoqi hadn’t taken powerful pills, I’m afraid it would have stunk by now.

Yuchi Baoqi was stunned. He originally thought that the dimensions of his upper limbs were terrifying enough, but he didn't expect that this guy's thighs were even more heavyweight.

Yuchi Baoqi punched Yuchishan: "Which one of his thighs is thicker than the blade of the rotary cultivator?" (I'm talking about the radius, not the width of the blade.)

Yuchishan stared at the tiger-skinned brother's thighs and thought: "It's almost the same! Is it really the same when I scream? Is this a fucking person?"

The tiger-skinned brother held the Siberian tiger skin he had taken off and walked over with a different pace from the old man, a pace that showed more strength and beauty.

Yuchi Baoqi was still chatting with Yuchishan, so he took the tiger skin in a daze. In contrast, his down jacket was taken away by his elder brother and put on.

It is said that when people are on the phone or chatting with others, their hands will unconsciously pick up things, no matter how outrageous they are.

The tiger-skin brother quickly put on his down jacket and looked at Yuchi Baoqi with burning eyes, saying, "Why don't you wear it yet? This is your glory!"

Yuchi Baoqi had no choice but to endure the smell and pinch her nose to pierce it! Finally, he wore the tiger skin on his body, but Yuchi Baoqi was not as strong as his elder brother and was dressed like Tigger.

The eldest brother did not laugh at Yuchi Baoqi. Instead, he solemnly placed the tiger's fangs on Yuchi Baoqi's chest and helped him put on the tiger skin completely.

"Oh, I'm here to save people. I've become a big brother. It's so fucking outrageous."

Yuchi Baoqi said to Yuchishan: "This won't work. We have to take them down the mountain and take care of their health first. It's best to place women, old and young in the camp, otherwise they will starve to death without having anything to eat."

Yuchishan tilted his neck back and said, "Oh, understand! I'll just show off to them."

Yuchi Baoqi thought of something bad and quickly stopped Yuchishan: "You better stop fucking making gestures. I will do it this time."

Yuchi Baoqi started to make gestures, and it looked very professional at first glance. He first grew a mouth, then pretended to stuff something into his mouth with one hand, and then pretended to chew it.

The old man pointed at Yuchi Baoqi and nodded, then spread his hands.

Yuchi Baoqi understood clearly that there were no pennies, horses could race in the granary, and mice would cry when they saw it.

The old man gestured like this, and the tiger-skinned brother drooped his head, and the natives behind him were also in the same state.

Yuchi Baoqi patted the tiger-skin brother on the shoulder, and shook his sore palm as if he were patting on a stone: "Follow me, Fromi, do you understand?"

Then Yuchi Baoqi saw that they were confused, turned around and made a gesture to follow him, and the NO.50 people followed Yuchi Baoqi.

The old man suddenly became anxious, and Ule Ule didn't know what he meant, so he screamed indiscriminately.

Yuchi Baoqi stopped, pointed at the old man and the tiger-skin brother, and drew a circle with his fingers towards the natives behind him: "You! Come with me! Let's go!"

This time the old man didn't understand, but the tiger-skin brother did and screamed ahhhhh. Then he said a long series of words to the natives and the old man, and the natives also laughed.

In a daze, Yuchi Baoqi went down the mountain with 50 people, and the 5000 people were dumbfounded: "There were about [-] when we came, and more than [-] when we went back. Guigui, you Dilong Cave."

Yuchi Baoqi got on his motorcycle and signaled Yuchishan to come up and go back first to make preparations. More than 5000 people at once was not a small number.

When the old man saw that the newly appointed Shaman and Martial God were about to run away, he grabbed Yuchi Baoqi's handlebars and stopped him from leaving!

Yuchi Baoqi probably understood what he meant, so could he just let the tiger-skinned brother sit in the back seat and watch over him?

The old man still refused to let him go, joking that the new Martial God ran away with the old Martial God. Isn't our tribe just a mermaid? no!

The old man pushed the tiger-skin brother out of the back seat and sat on it himself. No one needed to support him now. He grabbed the empty tiger skin next to Yuchi Baoqi's waist.

Yuchi Baoqi said hello to Yuchishan and asked them to walk slowly to take care of the old and young of the native people. He went back first to arrange for more than 5000 people to eat, drink, relieve themselves, and sleep.

Yuchishan walked slowly with the Five Thousand Ships. Fortunately, it didn't snow today and the wind wasn't very strong.

As soon as Yuchi Baoqi started the motorcycle, Lao Deng'er in the back seat got excited: "Ah hey hey!"

Yuchi Baoqi is really miserable. He is not in the shape of a tiger-skinned brother. This tiger-skin cannot hold up, and the cold wind is blowing into it, which is very chilling!