Dragon Clan: The strongest strategist, let the Dragon Clan reach the top of the world

After fully realizing the power of the slave contract, Mo Feng slowly accepted his fate. He sat next to the bonfire again, sat on the ground, stared at the blazing bonfire in front of him, and gradually stopped talking and maintained his posture. silence.

He did not do anything else to resist, but sat cross-legged silently on the ground, wiping the AK47 assault rifle, the secondary weapon Glock G17 pistol, inspection grenades, and military daggers in his hands. and other tactical equipment.

The camp, which was originally noisy because of the dispute between the two, suddenly became completely quiet because of Mo Feng's silence.

So quiet...

All you can hear is the crackling sound of firewood burning in the campfire.

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Angelina was still wondering why the man who was noisy just now suddenly became quiet again. Could it be that he was thinking of something to resist her bad idea?

Yes, definitely.

She was so determined and always ready to thwart someone's conspiracy so that an arrogant man could taste failure again, in order to retaliate against the other person's previous rudeness.

however……

Angelina waited for a long time, but she didn't see any movement from Mo Feng. She just sat there silently, wiping his precious weapon, silently, and there seemed to be something in her brown eyes that reflected the bonfire. There was also a trace of sadness and concern, and he was so worried that Angelina became very concerned about him.

Finally, she couldn't help but spoke first.

"Hey, are you planning how to resist this dragon again?"

no respond.

"I'm asking you something."

Still no response.

"Hey, what's your attitude? Why did you suddenly become mute and treat your master like this?"

Hear the words.

Mo Feng turned his gaze lightly this time, glanced at her from the corner of his eye, and replied.

"Anyway, now I have become your slave. Naturally, you can do whatever you want. Kill or behead, it's up to you. It doesn't matter how you want to humiliate me. I don't care in this world anyway." , you won’t get anything from me.”

"It seems that you have accepted your fate?"

"So what if I don't accept my fate? How about begging for mercy? If I beg for mercy, will you suddenly show mercy and let me go?"

"You can give it a try. Maybe I'll be in a good mood one day and let you go suddenly?"

"A man lives standing and dies standing. Even if you use torture on me, I will not beg you for mercy. Anyway, no matter how vicious the torture, I can survive it."

Looking back.

He had also been caught many times by enemies who hated him. At that time... he had his heart dug out, skinned, dismembered, burned, buried alive, gouged out his eyes, cut off his ears, beheaded, and beheaded...

Mo Feng often believed that if the so-called hell really existed, then hell must be in the human world.

The sinister nature of the human heart far exceeds the real hell.

He was even once thrown into a frying pan in public and cooked and stir-fried alive. He died in extreme pain under the excitement and laughter of others.

Those people even gave this kind of punishment a name, what is it called 'turning over a poor boy'?

Mo Feng couldn't believe it.

As a person, he can be so vicious and cruel.

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Now, he once again became a prisoner of others.

but……

Mo Feng could also see that this beautiful girl transformed by the giant dragon was not a truly vicious and cruel person, otherwise she would not have left him like this, intact and even holding a weapon in his hand. Sitting next to the campfire.

Even if the other party stripped him naked, washed him, put him on the fire in front of him, and roasted him alive, he wouldn't be surprised.

But the other party didn't do that.

And she said so much that she wanted to humiliate him, play with him, tease him... but all she really did to him was to blow him up with a small fireball before.

It seems so.

This woman is quite kind.

Mo Feng smiled bitterly in his heart, wondering if becoming the slave of such a girl is really something worth being happy about? Or is it a miserable thing?

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Turn around.

Mo Feng saw that Angelina was still staring at him, and he couldn't help but said speechlessly, "I'm talking about this lady, I know that our old Mo is very handsome, handsome, and the trees are in the wind, but you also You don’t have to keep staring at me like that, right? Or what are you saying, are you really lonely every day and want to do such obscene things with me? "

This statement came out.

Angelina's pretty face turned red with anger and she cursed.

"If you dare to talk nonsense again, don't blame me for teaching you a lesson. You are the only one who still looks like a jade tree in the wind? Ugly human race, our dragon race is full of handsome men and beauties, how can anyone be as ugly as you?"

"Ah, yes, yes..., since we, Old Mo, are so ugly, please stop staring at me."

"You are my slave. As a master, it is natural to appreciate the joy and value that pets bring to the master from time to time."

"It's boring. You like handsome men and beautiful women so much. Why don't you catch a handsome guy? Why catch a wild man like me?"

"You are the only wild man in this area of ​​hundreds of miles. If not, who will arrest you?"

"A lonely young man?"

"What did you say? Say it again?"

The blazing fire once again burned around Angelina and split into countless fireballs surrounding Angelina.

By now.

Mo Feng was no longer afraid of this threat from the other party, and he also knew that the other party would not kill him, otherwise he would have died long ago.

Subsequently.

Seeing Mo Feng start to lower his head and say nothing again, his whole body exuded an aura that made her feel very concerned.

That kind of..., lonely, lonely, determined, melancholy, and vicissitudes of life... Oh, Angelina couldn't explain it for a while, but it just made her feel very concerned.

but.

One thing she was able to understand clearly was that the man in front of her... was definitely not an ordinary human being. This man... might have a great background.

But for an ordinary person who didn't even have magic power, she really couldn't imagine how mysterious such a man could be?

I thought about it for a long time.

Angelina finally couldn't bear it anymore and spoke again.

"Hey, what are you thinking about?"

"Nothing to do with you."

"You've been wiping that strange weapon all the time. What's there to do? Look at it, my dear. I've seen a lot of magic weapons, but no one has ever treated me like you. My own weapon."

"Hmph, what do you know?"

"I don't understand? Are you questioning the wisdom of the Dragon Clan?"

"It's not a cold weapon."

"Huh? Then what can it be..., a living weapon transformed by a high-level magic beast? I don't think there is any high-level magic beast that is willing to devote itself to serving as an exclusive weapon for a civilian human race that doesn't even have magic power. .”

Angelina teased, wanting to see the angry expression on Mo Feng's face because of the humiliation.

however.

After hearing this, Mo Feng did not do so. He just stroked the AK47 assault rifle on his thigh and replied in a serious tone, "It is my friend and my comrade. It has accompanied me through countless wars." The battlefield also accompanied me in the dark moments of separation between life and death. It was also once one of my best friends who personally entrusted it to me before he died."

"So it's also... a relic of your best friend?"

"The war was raging that day, and we were betrayed by traitors. If it hadn't been for my best friend, who risked his life to save us, our entire team would have perished. But in the end, we survived, but he died, and he died in the last hiding place. I was under the hidden gunfire of the rising enemy, but that bullet was originally supposed to be aimed at me."

When Mo Feng used the calmest voice, stroking the gun in his hand, and told this past incident.

Although Angelina didn't understand everything, the sadness and mourning shown by the other party at this moment also made her a little moved by it.

Mo Feng said again.

"So for people like us, this is not a cold weapon. It is a comrade who will always protect our safety in the most dangerous moments. It always protects us and also leaves behind too many of our past and memories. remember."

"Then... why did you come here? Come to such a deep place in the Corunna Forest? What is your purpose... exactly?"

Hear this.

Mo Feng turned his head, looked at her with the calmest eyes, and replied seriously.

"If I still say that I am really lost, do you believe it? Do you think I want to come to this kind of ghost place? Do you think I want to come to this kind of place? I don't want to come either, but I can't help it, wait for me When I came to my senses, I was already here. Do I have a choice? Then you showed up..., beat me up, and finally put this damn slave collar on me, and then The two of us are just sitting next to this campfire, enjoying this damn camping moment, just two people."

"So... someone left you here?"

Angelina's expression was a little serious.

"maybe."

"who is it?"

"I know better than you who did it."

"you are lying?"

"Whatever you think, I'm your slave now anyway. You can do whatever you want. I don't have any purpose. I just want to live well."

"Then...who are you?"

"Mo Feng, a native of Qin, used to live in a small city in the south. Later, the Third World War broke out. In order to defend my country, I joined the army and eventually died in one of the most critical blocking battles. Later, I experienced the world Countless, and finally came to this strange place after going round and round, are you satisfied with this answer?"

"Qin? I have never heard that the human race has only had three kingdoms since ancient times, the Kingdom of Nolan, the Kingdom of Gulf, and the Kingdom of Nia, but there has never been a Qin Kingdom. You are really lying to me."

"If you don't believe it, just think of me as a savage who came from a remote country. Anyway, I've said everything that needs to be said. If you don't believe it, just choose what you want to believe and believe it."

Mo Feng didn't care whether she believed it or not.

After taking care of his gun and equipment, he felt a little hungry, so he simply took a grilled fish from the campfire to eat, and the grilled fish that was sizzling and oily happened to be the one in front of Angelina. One piece.

The latter was speechless.

"Hey, that's my grilled fish, yours isn't done yet."

"Charred on the outside and tender on the inside. You have good grilling skills."

"Huh? A slave is robbing his master of food."

"I'm sorry, that's how we, Old Mo, do things. If you don't like it, just kill me and find a more obedient slave."

"You don't look like a slave at all. That fish was obviously something I had been roasting, but in the end, you cut me off halfway and took it away. I didn't know it. I thought I had become your slave and was helping you. There’s grilled fish.”

"Be my slave? Haha, for the sake of Miss Angelina, you are as beautiful as a flower, so I reluctantly agree."

"You're so thick-skinned."

Angelina was so speechless that she almost laughed out loud.

but……

Looking at Mo Feng, who was devouring grilled fish and showing no image at all, Angelina unexpectedly liked him. If she really took in a slave who only knew how to obey, nodding and bending, she wouldn't like it.

Strong temper, right?

That's fine, but I don't know what it will be like after taming such a fierce-tempered slave?