Recarving of deadwood through crossing

The handsome young man was playing with the man's hair with his left hand, staring out the window, wondering what he was thinking.

I don't know how many hours later, a middle-aged man ran in and said stammeringly, "Your Majesty."

The young man came back to his senses, glanced at him and said, "Say."

"A few seniors were caught by that group of natives just now..." The middle-aged man was so oppressed by the increasingly gloomy aura of the young man that he couldn't speak. A few drops of sweat appeared on his forehead, but he didn't dare to wipe it off.

After a while, the young man suddenly smiled, "Interesting."

Although he laughed, the people in the room trembled even more.

The young man sat up and said, "Where are the bodies of those people?"

He didn't specify who they were, but the middle-aged man knew that he was talking about the dead masters.The middle-aged man pursed his lips and said, "The remains of the seniors are placed in a yard and will be buried soon."

"Tsk, waste." The young man looked down at his fingers and said, "Go and send their corpses to my master, and make the best use of them. They are useless alive, but they are somewhat useful when dead."

The middle-aged man lowered his head and replied respectfully, "Yes." Then he exited the room. After he closed the door, there was a trace of resentment in his eyes, but it was fleeting.

The young man in the room suddenly raised his head and said to himself, "You're not obedient, you're really not good."

He turned his head and pulled the person next to him over, pinched his chin, and said with an evil smile, "What will happen if you say you're not good?"

The man trembled slightly and said, "Kill, kill them."

"Tsk, rude."

After the middle-aged man left, he went directly to the yard where the body was placed.There are many other people in the courtyard, almost all of the remaining top figures in that continent, except that there is no royal family.

A rough-looking man looked at the middle-aged man with a bitter face, and he had a bad premonition in his heart, and asked nervously, "What did he say?"

The middle-aged man smiled wryly, "What else can I say? Let's hand over the remains of our predecessors to that puppeteer."

"What?" A man in red slapped the table and stood up, sternly said, "We have handed over those who died in battle to them, why are they still coveting the corpses of their predecessors? Did they put us in the In eyes?"

The middle-aged man turned his head to look at him, and replied simply, "No."

A man with a refined appearance said slowly, "When we fought hard with these natives, their mentors and apprentices came to us and said they would help us. At that time, no one objected to us, but now we can't even object."

The middle-aged man said, "The puppet art is a sorcery after all. If we continue to cooperate with them, it is tantamount to seeking skin from a tiger. In the end, we may even get ourselves into it."

"What should I do?"

The middle-aged man was silent for a while and said, "I want to cooperate with those aborigines and fight against them. Anyway, what those aborigines are asking for is just the land in their mainland. At worst, we will give them all, just take a small piece of it. Anyway... ...our people are almost dead."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. Everyone can survive in such a difficult environment. Naturally, they are not idiots and mentally retarded. As long as you think about it, you can understand the stakes. If you cooperate with the puppet master and apprentice, you will definitely die in the end, and the death will be miserable. But with the natives There is a glimmer of hope for cooperation. Don't forget that the natives agreed to give up a piece of land at the beginning.

So the middle-aged man sneaked to Feng Mu's camp the next night, ready to negotiate.

Feng Mu and the others had just finished their dinner.Not everyone is like Feng Mu, whose vitality is like Xiaoqiang. The others have been seriously injured in the battles these days, and they finally killed those thorny heads among the overseas people. Everyone is sleeping Sleeping, the wounded are recuperating, so the defense is a little lax, allowing the middle-aged man to slip in.

The middle-aged man was already prepared to explain when he was stopped, but at this moment he was standing in the middle of the camp, not knowing what to say, the long series of explanations seemed to be laughing at himself.But he was not stopped by anyone. He was actually quite embarrassed, because he didn't know the way at all, and he didn't know where to find the person in charge.

Feng Mu's injury was almost healed, so after eating, he was bored and was planning to take a snack, but he saw a middle-aged man standing in the middle of the road, looking left and then, he didn't look like a villain, but Feng can guarantee that he was not met him.So he walked over and asked, "What are you doing?"

When the middle-aged man saw Feng Mu, his eyes lit up, he grabbed Feng Mu's sleeve and said, "Can you take me to find Feng Mu?"

"..." Feng Mu said with an unchanged expression, "What do you want him for?"

The man's lips were drawn into a line, and he said after a long time, "I am his uncle."

"..." If I remember correctly, my father is the boss, right?Feng Mu looked at the man in the middle speechlessly and said, "I am Feng Mu, but my father is the boss."

The middle-aged man was stunned, he looked at Feng Mu and said, "Actually, I can explain it."

Feng Mu crossed his arms and said, "Explain." But his eyes had locked on the surroundings of the middle-aged man, ready to catch him at any time.

The middle-aged man reasoned and said, "Actually, I am the overseas Chinese you mentioned. This time I am here to have peace talks with you."

Feng Mu was suspicious for a while, he looked at the middle-aged man and said, "You came so low-key, it doesn't seem like you are here for peace talks, but rather you are here to surrender."

"...This is really helpless." The middle-aged man licked his chapped lips and said, "Can we find a place to talk in detail?"

"Okay." Feng Mu took him to a house, sent someone to watch him, and then notified others to come.

After everyone arrived, the middle-aged man couldn't help shrinking his body, and then said, "To be honest, what we are looking for is just a place to live, and we don't want to fight against you. By yourself. In fact, two people came to our place a few months ago and said they wanted to help us. At that time, we didn't think much about it, so we kept them. But who ever thought that they were puppet masters. We can't beat them at all, so we have to obey their orders."

There was a sneer at the corner of Feng Mu's mouth, and he said that he looked like a white lotus, but they had already prepared the plan to attack this continent. After all, they still wanted it. He valued the identity of the puppet masters and wanted to keep them, but he didn't realize that the puppet masters were too powerful. They stole chickens and lured wolves into the house. Now the wolves couldn't kill them, so they had to come to them for help.

"So I'm here to negotiate peace with you now," the middle-aged man continued, "After killing the puppet master, we only need a small place to settle down, even if it is remote."

"Puppet master?" Lu Qi asked in surprise, "Could it be related to that living puppet?"

Feng Mu nodded slightly and said, "It should be." Low-level puppets are easy to catch, but hard to kill, not to mention they don't know if the puppeteer has high-level puppets in their hands. Do not cooperate with foreigners.

Feng Mu looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Don't your royal family know about the puppet master?" He suddenly remembered that the royal child he had captured had not read about the puppet master from his memory.

The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that there was room for negotiation, "The royal family in our mainland has no real power. They are just in charge of ordinary people without cultivation, so I didn't tell them about the puppet master."

Feng Mu looked at the others and said, "Let us discuss this matter, you wait here for a while."

"it is good."

Feng Mu and the others went to the next room to discuss. In fact, there was no need to discuss anything. It was inevitable to cooperate with overseas people. After all, they knew the two puppet masters better.After a while, they went back to that room and replied to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man smiled, "Then we have reached a cooperation, but what do we need to do?"

Feng Mu smiled in satisfaction, he likes this kind of people who don't make their own decisions, "Now tell us about the puppet master and the puppet refining situation, and hide in the dark when you go back, and we will notify you to cooperate internally and externally when necessary. "

The middle-aged man nodded, "Those two puppet masters are a pair of master and apprentice, and the master looks a bit old. They usually use the corpses of people who died on the battlefield to make puppets. Recently, they... .The corpses of those seniors are also used to refine puppets."

Feng Mu's eyelids twitched, "Is that master called Yin Leng'an?"

The middle-aged man was slightly taken aback and said, "How do you know?"

Feng Mu's expression is cloudy, this Yin Leng'an is really a disaster.

The middle-aged man saw that the moon outside had moved to the west, so he got up and said goodbye.

Feng Mu and others watched him leave, and no one mentioned signing the contract. After all, there are not many threatening overseas people left, and even in the future, they are not afraid that they will not keep their promises.To be strong is to be willful!

The middle-aged man returned to his yard without incident. He wiped the cold sweat off his brow. The master and apprentice had always been vigilant, and now there were many minions. It was lucky that he could get away with it.

"Back?" Someone stood under the tree in the yard at some point.

The middle-aged man fixed his eyes and saw that it was that handsome young man, the puppet master's apprentice.

The middle-aged man's cold sweat broke out again, he swallowed his saliva and said, "I just went to chat with my friends."

"I didn't say anything, why are you nervous?" The young man walked over with a smile and patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder.

The middle-aged man just breathed a sigh of relief, but his expression suddenly became extremely painful. He fell to the ground and twitched for a while, dark red blood spurted out from his seven orifices.

The young man smiled and took out a handkerchief, wiped his hands and said with disgust, "Send him to my master."

A man in white clothes came out from nowhere, picked up the dead body of a middle-aged man and left.

The author has something to say: I’m sorry, I updated that one yesterday, but it’s too late to update this one, next time I’m going to kill you [a little tiredness is revealed in the smile]