no one knows better than me

eat human!

Zhuang Qingliu quickly glanced down the city tower by accident, and then felt normal again. Except for the phenomenon of cannibalism and cannibalism in many disaster periods, many uncivilized tribes have always had this custom. The aliens caught are the same as the goats and wild deer caught, which is nothing to them.

Mei Hualan seemed to know what she was thinking, and continued: "Not only foreigners, they also eat their own people."

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This is a bit too fierce, some animals may not have such a habit, Zhuang Qingliu couldn't help turning his head, and looked down from the tower under the dim light of fire in the night, feeling that these Rouran people didn't seem to be dressed in the same way. Not primitive to that extent.

"That's where the contradictions lie."

Mei Hualan also followed her to look down and said: "Rouran people have been out of the mountains occasionally since a hundred years ago, and they have little contact with the people of Lingbilan City outside, and sometimes they barter with each other. The high priest of their clan even learned a foreign language."

Zhuang Qingliu said: "But still eat people?"

"Yes." Mei Hualan turned her head and looked in the direction of the south gate behind her, "The most important thing is that people of their clan, when they get old and feel useless, will even wash themselves clean and take the initiative to let the younger generations of the family food or hospitality."

"?!!" This is a bit creepy, what the hell is this?

Just as Zhuang Qingliu turned her head in shock, Mei Hualan wrapped her arms around her waist and gently floated down the tower.Lancheng is not very big. Standing at the north gate, you can vaguely see the flames appearing at the south gate—Lan Song seems to have rushed here overnight.

People all over the city have closed their houses tightly in the past few days, and they even stay at home at night. The long street is deadly quiet and empty.Until suddenly someone shouted excitedly in the night: "Young Master is here—!"

"Is the young master coming?!"

"It's really a son!"

In the dark city, the lights were quickly lit up from house to house, and the whole city soon became noisy. Everyone walked out of the house and surrounded Lan Song. Someone asked loudly: "Young master is here, where are those barbaric Rouran people?" Aren't you about to be kicked out?!"

Another person with a loud voice immediately continued: "Need to say? The young master is a fairy elder with a strong body, and if he meets those Rouran people, he will definitely beat them to pieces!"

The crowd suddenly burst into cheers.

Lan Song, who was obviously surrounded in the middle, seemed to have not said a word, but the people were so enthusiastic that he was like a god descending from the earth, and his attitude towards Rouran... seemed a bit disgusting beyond ordinary?

At this time, Mei Hualan took Zhuang Qingliu to the second floor of an inn that had just opened, sat down at the table by the window, turned his head and said: "Because Lan's is unwilling to accept these Rouran people, but a few days ago I opened the city gate once, with the intention of allowing them to pass through, but in the end there was chaos."

It turned out that the city gate had already been opened once, and Zhuang Qingliu immediately followed her words and asked, "What's the matter? What happened?"

Mei Hualan said: "When those Rouran people passed through the city, they passed by an oak forest, and they dug out the corpses that the Lancheng people had just buried in the ground, and ate them."

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Zhuang Qingliu's hair stood on end, is this okay? !

"It's early winter, the corpses that have just been buried will not change much." Mei Hualan said.

"But that's also..." Zhuang Qingliu felt speechless. For Rouran people, they might just eat something easily, but for Lancheng people, their parents, wives and children were dug out and eaten. Who can stand it?

She said: "So the Rouran people were kicked out like this?"

"The Rouran people are tall, brave and brave. Lancheng usually does not have an army, so they can't fight, so they forcibly detained a few Rouran people who mainly dug up the corpses and ate them, and imprisoned them."

The owner of the inn had no intention of entertaining guests, and had already entered the street to join the siege of Lan Song's arrival. After Mei Hualan finished saying this, she raised her hand and waved lightly, and several plates of peanut cakes and a pot of hot scented tea came out of the kitchen. floated out.

She took Mei Sigui out of Zhuang Qingliu's arms, and gave it a plate of chestnut cake to eat alone. Mei Sigui kissed her on the face, and then gave Zhuang Qingliu half of the cake.

Zhuang Qingliu raised its little head with a laugh: "Why do you like to feed me so much? Are you afraid I'm hungry?"

Mei Hualan seemed to glance at her inconspicuously, it was obviously she who was feeding.

She has been feeding all the time, and she also bought the worms.

Mei Sigui winked at both of them.

Zhuang Qingliu didn't notice the veiled sight of death from the boss. After scratching Mei Si's chin, she quickly tasted half a piece of cake. Eating in the virtual world will not make you feel full. She knows this It's just that Mei Hualan wants her to taste it.

After a while, Mei Hualan looked at the swept away desktop and smiled lightly. After wiping the corners of Zhuang Qingliu's mouth as if it was natural, she cast a spell to speed up the flow of time.

Before Zhuang Qingliu could react, the sky turned foggy, and Mei Sigui was tucked into his sleeves again by Mei Hualan, and she was led out of the city tower, and Lan Song had just walked out of the opened city gate .

It seemed that just after dawn, Lan Song left the city without waiting for a moment, and Yuling Chutang was by his side, side by side.

As usual, Zhuang Qingliu and Mei Hualan sat on a big tree far away, looking in the direction of the city gate, and asked, "What is Lan Song planning to do? With the style of the old Lan Sect Master, I'm afraid this matter can't be good." .”

She turned her eyes and glanced at those dark and endless Rouran people, and felt that there were tens of thousands of them, even if they didn't make up the whole ten, it was not much worse.

Mei Hualan shook her head and said, "Sect Master Lan asked Lan Song to face this matter alone. Whether it's a fight or a talk, as long as it can be resolved, he will have full power to deal with it."

According to Lan Song's character at this time, needless to say, it must be talking, Zhuang Qingliu thought.

Sure enough, after approaching those Rouran people whose fires were still extinguished, Lan Song cut to the chase and turned around to scan around, asking calmly, "Which one is the noble high priest?"

Among the Rouran people, only the high priest can speak foreign languages, so we should look for him first.But after Lan Song finished speaking, countless pairs of eyes just stared at him without any response.After a long moment, in an inconspicuous corner on the left, an old man with a long beard who sat calmly in front of the ashes stood up.

Zhuang Qingliu watched from a distance, Lan Song seemed to say something sincerely, the high priest of Rouran gradually put down the guarded expression on his face, and turned to find the leader of the tribe.

Several people could only see their mouths opening and closing, but they couldn't hear any sound at all. Zhuang Qingliu: "..." It felt like they were watching some pantomime.

Just as she was thinking about it, something flashed in her mind, and she turned her head immediately—as expected, Mei Hualan's expression showed no doubt, and she seemed to be able to hear it.

"?!"what is this?She is the only one hanging in the cold wind on the treetops, "Is Liangliang Xiguang thinking of you like a river?"

"How did you hear that?" Zhuang Qingliu asked quickly.

Mei Hualan glanced at her, raised her hand, and pointed to the spirit crane on the hem of her clothes.

She actually forgot about this, Zhuang Qingliu quickly hooked her hand: "Then I'll put one in too, lend me some spiritual power!"

Who knows, Mei Hualan looked at her and said, "No."

Zhuang Qingliu: "..."

After the boss finished saying no, he pointed to his forehead deftly - Zhuang Qingliu was a little angry.

However, hard power is the primary productive force, and she didn't have any capital to be angry, so she glanced at the person in front of her, then gently moved closer, and pressed her forehead against it.

The voice Mei Hualan could hear quickly entered her mind: "...No, they ate the people we buried." This was Lan Song speaking.

Rouran was very strange: "You can also eat us." Then he turned and pointed, "If you are a hospitable friend, we happen to have two people who are going to cook in the pot and are willing to offer them to entertain guests."

Immediately, Lan Song felt an unspeakable discomfort in his throat from this sentence, as if a person was talking to an earthworm, unable to communicate at all.

But he understands that those Rouran people don't understand that they can't eat people, because many races are like this before civilization, can they heal themselves and be noble just because they have spiritual wisdom?

The leader of the Rouran people was keenly aware of his uncomfortable expression, so he calmly asked again: "If we have nothing to eat, we will die, and you have a lot of delicious food, why can't you share some with us?"

Lan Song laughed at his righteousness: "Because it belongs to us."

However, the Rouran people said that Lancheng was originally theirs hundreds of years ago, and it was only later that they were good at producing iron ore, and it was forcibly taken over by the Lingbi people.

Lan Song frowned slightly: "How can you explain what has happened for hundreds of years? Now it belongs to whoever it is."

Seeing people from the two sides chattering and talking until the sun was about to come out, Yu Ling beside Lan Song kept silent.Zhuang Qingliu raised his hand and rubbed between his eyebrows, but he didn't listen for a while.

I really don't know what they are doing these days?Always doing and watching this seemingly inexplicable thing.

She looked down at the cranes on the plum blossoms, and then at Mei Sigui who was sleeping soundly in her arms, and suddenly asked, "Mei Pan, where did these cranes come from?"

Mei Hualan looked at her, and said succinctly: "The first layer of soft fetal feathers shed by Sigui." "?" Zhuang Qingliu said, "So you collected it and refined it?"

Mei Hualan nodded, and roughly talked about these fetal feathers, the connection between Linghe and Mei Sigui.

Hearing these words, Zhuang Qingliu couldn't help but look at the little bird in her arms, and reached out to touch its silky feathers.

"By the way, hair can transform into shape... Isn't this a script by a certain great sage?" She rubbed a bunch of dull hair on Mei Sigui's head back and forth, "Are you also a great sage?"

Mei Sigui, who was sleeping on her back, scratched her with her two little paws.

Zhuang Qingliu suddenly laughed, and deliberately rubbed its round and exposed belly, harassing it non-stop, thinking that sooner or later she would change the biological clock of this bird cub, since he had never heard of the bird tribe, he must sleep at night and wake up in vain .

Just for a moment, as the sun rose, Mei Hualan found her green hat out of nowhere, and put it on again.

Zhuang Qingliu: "..."

She suddenly covered her face with a laugh, feeling inexplicably happy.

Mei Hualan turned her head sharply and came back just now, ready to explore why Zhuang Qingliu suddenly laughed like this, but Lan Song over there seemed to have finished negotiating with the Rouran people. I don’t know what conditions he promised, and the Rouran people agreed to leave by Lancheng , but demanded the return of several ethnic groups who were imprisoned.

Lan Song quickly agreed, probably he didn't intend to detain these people before, but deliberately pretended not to agree to release them, lowering Rouran's psychological expectations.

Seeing that the matter was resolved extremely smoothly, Lan Song let out a sigh of relief in his heart, but they had just returned to the city when a shocking news came suddenly

When Lan Song was out of the city to negotiate, the Lancheng people killed the Rouran people who were imprisoned!

Originally, Rouran was aggressive, and they still had scruples no matter how much they hated them, but last night Lan Song's arrival suddenly boosted their confidence, and they got up early in the morning to kill those people to vent their anger and revenge.

Zhuang Qingliu, who followed secretly all the way, sighed inwardly, thinking that although something bad happened, the emotions of these people are really understandable. After all, such a thing as a relative's corpse being eaten is simply a huge psychological shadow.

Lan Song's face turned ugly for a moment, and he strode across the long street to check: "Who killed it?!" Yu Ling beside him also showed worry.

Seeing him getting angry, all the people present looked at each other in blank dismay, and no one dared to admit it.

"……never mind!"

After a long time, Lan Song turned out of the bloody courtyard with a headache, and hurried out of the city again with hem clothes, negotiating with the Rouran people for the second time.Anyway, these people have already been killed, and it is useless to find out who did it.

Unexpectedly, he had just arrived at the gate of the city, but the worst situation had already appeared - those Rouran people somehow heard the news at the same time, and they were already trying to break into the city!

"Murder! The city is under attack!! The Rouran people are coming in!"

Lan Song was not prepared at all. Some guard on the city tower sounded the war drum in panic and shouted hissingly. The people of Lancheng fell into a short-term panic.

Someone suddenly shouted: "Young master! What should we do? They—"

Lan Song's heart sank to the bottom of the valley in an instant, so he could only hold the sword hilt tightly with his hand, trying to calm his heart and said: "Don't panic, immediately mobilize the guards I called last night, and follow me out of the city!"

The Lancheng people were excited: "Yes!"

A large number of Rouran people who flocked to Lancheng might have been just temporarily angry and wanted to ask for an explanation, but they did not expect that after the city gate opened, a large number of soldiers armed with swords came out, slashing and stabbing without explanation!

The situation became chaotic in an instant.

The leader of the Rouran people also had an ugly expression on his face. Without hesitation, he pulled out the broadsword from his waist and slashed at Lan Song bravely: "You don't believe what you say!" Open your mouth.

Lan Song had spiritual power in his body, so he easily dispelled his moves, and flicked his sword with all his strength, he was also a little angry: "It's you who eat people first!"

The Rouran man chopped it down again, and his tone was very confused and natural: "What is the difference between a dead man and a dead sheep?"

Lan Song was furious and kicked him a few feet away: "Then why can't you kill the living!"

"How can the living and the dead be the same?" The leader of Rouran also realized that he could not be Lan Song's opponent, but got up from the ground very calmly, wiped the ashes on his face, and his tone was still very incomprehensible.

Lan Song stopped talking nonsense to him, and soon with one enemy a hundred, the sword wind forced Rouran back, but he left a little room and didn't kill him.

Although the Rouran people are fierce, they have never fought against foreigners before. In addition, this incident happened suddenly, and many of the weapons they used were bone spears and stone grasses for hunting, so they were forced to fight as expected. We are losing ground.

Soon, the battle was a complete victory, and Lan Song easily drove these people to the forest north of Lancheng, and was surrounded by a group of enthusiastic people who fanatically praised them.

But there was no joy in his heart - because the matter was not resolved.

Sure enough, after two days, not only did these Rouran people show no signs of leaving, they even gradually gathered and returned. They occupied some large rivers and wilderness plains next to Lancheng, and set up tents on land by picking fruit, fishing and hunting. Try to build a wooden house by yourself, and look like you will never leave.

Lancheng fell into dead silence again, and the large tracts of farmland in the outskirts were occupied, and even faced counterattacks from the Rouran people at any time. It seemed that this kind of dreadful days would not end for a while.

Lan Song took Yuling out of the city again, and after talking with them to no avail, he took a decisive action, forcing these people back thirty miles away for the second time, still earnestly hoping that they can change their own way, go south quickly, and find a place to stay The place.

And this time, due to compensation and a little selfishness for killing a few Rouran people, Lan Song sent another large batch of medicine supplies and food to the Rouran people under the original conditions agreed.He even secretly looked at the map. Although there are no good places on the way to the south, there are many river valleys and mountains that can accommodate tens of thousands of people. If you work harder, you can still survive.

After the second battle, there was a brief period of stability outside the city.Many people in Lancheng were very happy, and they sent Lan Song their own food such as corn, cured fish, venison legs and sweet potatoes, expressing their gratitude and support for Lan Song.

Yuling Chutang sat by the bed, shaved Lan Song, and gently touched the wound on his face.Even if it is a cultivator, it is difficult to avoid a little damage if he fights against thousands of people with his own strength, not to mention that Lan Song's cultivation base is not very deep at this time.

Seeing Yuling stroking, with a little worried expression on his face, Lan Song looked at him with a smile: "It's just a scar, but it has brought back the peace of the people in the city. You should be happy."

Yu Ling's lips moved slightly, but he hesitated to speak.

Lan Song felt that something was wrong, and asked him to speak directly, Yu Ling said softly: "My lord, you let them taste the sweetness, but you don't want to give more, and they will take it by themselves later."

"You mean I shouldn't give them those things?!"

Lan Song's face changed slightly, and his subconsciously strong tone eased: "Or should I not be soft on them?"

Yu Ling pursed her lips, but said nothing.

"So did I do something wrong?" Lan Song felt unbelievable and absurd, "Then what should I do? Kill them all without hesitation? Chutang, look at those people, tens of thousands of people, they eat People, what's the difference from us? Just because they haven't enlightened, they deserve to die?"

Zhuang Qingliu and Mei Hualan sat side by side on the roof, listening to the conversation below, heaved a sigh in his heart, thinking that Lan Song was born with a very gentle personality, not suitable for controlling people and people in power, he might be a soldier, obey Instructions would be better, but he couldn't do it anyway if he wanted to order the massacre of people like himself.

After a big fight with Yu Ling, Lan Song didn't close his eyes for several days, and went out of the city to check the situation again and again, but his heart became more and more heavy.

Sure enough, as Yu Ling said, these Rouran people not only did not leave, but even started to form a special army, which seemed to be changing from passive defense to active siege!

These people have fished and hunted for generations, and their bodies are strong. On weekdays, the men of the Li clan have teamed up to fight in the wild, so it is easy to form.And when it came time to attack the city, they often cunningly fought sideways and retreated, fighting a guerrilla with the Lancheng people. For a long time, Sanwu came to attack from time to time, disturbing the patience and energy of the Lancheng people However, whenever the Lancheng people were serious about mobilizing troops, they ran away as soon as they hit, and scattered into the mountains.

In addition, the women, old and young of the Rouran tribe, after taking a breather, gradually occupied a larger upper river where Lancheng people wash clothes and raise fish, and settled down completely with a batch of things Lan Song sent. , and the surrounding mountains and fields were gradually cut down by them because they started to build houses.

Lan Song's repeated warnings were in vain, even forcing the leader of Rouran to the neck with a sword didn't work.After all, they didn't really invade the city, they just harassed them, and it seemed that their real purpose was to settle down on the land they occupied outside, which made Lan Song very hesitant for a while.

Seeing several back and forth delays, it was already the end of October, and the weather was freezing cold, and the Rouran people had already missed the last time to migrate—if they were to take a detour now, they would definitely not be able to arrive before the severe cold. Where it is possible to live in a stable place, a large number of people will die by then, there will be frozen bones on the road, and there will be starvation in the wild.

What's more, the leader of Rouran said calmly during the battle before: whichever piece of land is stained with the blood of the tribe, they will not leave again, even if there is only one person left in the Rouran tribe, they must take root here until the end .

Lan Song was confused, more and more unsure what to do?Even if there is no revenge, but the Rouran people occupy the farmland outside, how will the people in Lancheng live?Does he really want to kill nearly 10 people? !Is there no other way?

What is even more worrying is that the people of Lancheng have become more and more anxious after living inconveniently. Voices of doubt and suspicion gradually appeared in the original support for Lan Song.Some people can guess Lan Song's hesitation and are willing to understand him, but others can't understand, even if Lan Song can't do it alone, even if he brings a group of people is not enough, why it took so long, the whole soul Didn't any reinforcements be dispatched from the rear?What are you waiting for?

Fortunately, although there were slight doubts, no one dared to speak out directly, and they only complained slightly in their hearts or on a small scale.

Ten days passed in a hurry, and Lan Song stood on the tower for longer and longer every day, asking inwardly from time to time, do these people really deserve to die?How did things become like this.Where is the way out?From time to time, it is unavoidable to think that maybe Rouran people didn't want to leave here at first, and they pretended to go south just to cheat supplies and gain time to settle down.

The most important thing is that if this continues, the food in Lancheng will not be enough, and he will order it to be transferred from other places, and the pressure from the clan will drown him.

Although this virtual environment was adjusted to speed up the flow by the Meihualan, Zhuang Qingliu still feels very tired for Lan Song. Many things in this world are often not perfect. If you want to have both, you will often end up with neither.

Sure enough, when Lan Song was going down the city tower that day, he heard a faint sentence from the street, "Is the young master delaying on purpose?" Then he fights back in one fell swoop, will it appear more prestigious? By taking this opportunity, we will be more grateful to Dade and be more attentive to the Lan family in the future?"

After he finished speaking, another person at the same table reprimanded: "Don't talk nonsense."

But even though he scolded him like this, from the corner of his eye, he obviously caught Lan Song who had just stepped down from the tower, and his expression was a little subtle.

Just now the man's tone became strange and slightly impatient: "Otherwise, what's going on? Are we really going to live next to the Rouran people outside in the future? Where does the food come from? Where does the drink come from? Did we give it away for free? And if not, why did he delay like this? And why did the old suzerain ignore us?"

He complained softly while talking: "The fish pond that our family has raised for ten years has been destroyed."

The person who had just scolded him sighed softly: "It can be said, but after all, he is the eldest son of our Lan family. Maybe we ordinary people can't guess the thoughts of the high-ranking people."

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Lan Song turned his eyes slightly, and his face was filled with unbelievable shock and anger for a moment, but he stood frozen under the tower, looked at the two people who were talking for a long time, and finally turned and left without saying a word up.

Physically and mentally exhausted, really exhausted physically and mentally, the confidence when he came here turned into an irresistible confusion - when he came, he had actually imagined that he would force the army if he couldn't do it, but when things came to an end, he realized that he really It is indescribable to hate the feeling of killing and the fear of not being able to really kill.

When a sword is about to cut a man's throat... his hands actually shake.

Zhuang Qingliu and Mei Hualan sat on the top of a tower, silently watching his tired back gradually leave.

Probably, no matter how good a cultivator is, he will not be killed by ordinary people, and self-protection is more than enough, so let him hesitate and be at a loss during this period of time, Lao Lan Sect Master has never made a move or asked unnecessary questions.

But after returning to the room this time, Lan Song finally couldn't help sending a message to Lao Lan's suzerain, and suppressed his cowardice of "I can't handle it" that rolled out several times, and said a lot of other thoughts.For example, when Rouran eats people, he feels that dead people are no different from dead sheep.But when his own people were avenged, how could the dead be the same as the living?How to calculate life?

After Lao Lan listened quietly for a long time, he just asked him: "So Ah Song, do you now know how big the difference in ideas is between different races?"

Lan Song immediately understood what she was still talking about about herself and Yu Ling, and gritted her teeth with a pale face.

It turned out that her mother didn't accept it. It turned out that she knew that she couldn't handle this matter at all, so she had already made up her mind... and she was going to wait here for him to voluntarily admit his mistake!

Zhuang Qingliu almost couldn't bear to look at Lan Song's expression, but suddenly thought of something, turned to Mei Hualan and shouted: "Mei Pan."

Mei Hualan turned to look at her.

Zhuang Qingliu propped her hands on a tree trunk, and asked her thoughtfully: "I used to...was there a big difference in concept between you and your human race?"

Originally, she just asked casually what was on her mind, but Mei Hualan looked her in the eyes and fell silent for a moment.

"?" What does this mean? The bigger the gap, the bigger the gap. Why does it look a little heavy.

After Zhuang Qingliu thought about it quickly in his mind, he suddenly raised his eyes in shock and said, "Mei Pan, could it be... I can eat people too?!"

Plum Blossom Lane: "..."

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The author has something to say: The storyline is really costly and the word count is very expensive. The ideal copy is that I make the length up to three chapters, but now there are ten chapters and ten chapters! 【It's too difficult for me, I really want them to start dating right away!

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