Of Mountains and Rivers

Nanshan didn't understand why he didn't dare to look into Chu Huan's eyes at that moment. Anyway, by the time he came to his senses, he had subconsciously avoided Chu Huan's gaze. Soon, he felt that it was a bit inexplicable for him to be dodging like this, so he stood firm. Scalp turned his gaze back again: "I..."

Unexpectedly, there was such a slight pause, Nanshan had already forgotten what he was going to say, he was like a primary school student who was suddenly called up to ask questions when he was distracted, a pot of water poured into his mind in an instant, and everything was washed clean .

Nanshan thought urgently: "Say something, I have to say something."

So he instinctively used his mother tongue, spoke a Liyi tribe quickly, and explained as if trying to cover up: "Didn't I tell you to follow me closely? You can't see, how can you stand there? Do you want to be detoxified again? I was taken aback by you..."

Nanshan's words came to an abrupt end here, because he felt that he was just babbling, talking nonsense, he moved his feet backwards and forwards, and felt even more embarrassed for a while.

Fortunately, Nanshan's speech of the Liyi tribe was confusing and disorganized, and the speed of speech was so fast that it almost escaped the gravity of the earth, so Chu Huan, a half-hearted man, didn't understand a single word, and his ears were filled with a bunch of garbled characters.

Chu Huan didn't know how to respond to a bunch of garbled characters at such a critical juncture, so he pretended to be calm and said: "Okay, I see, you are quite sharp-tongued-can you find a way to block their horns?"

After asking this question, Nanshan finally had room to answer, he immediately seemed to be relieved, and hurriedly picked up the steps and went down: "Too many, no."

Chu Huan: "What if it's just the one who just blew the horn?"

Nanshan hesitated for a moment, and quickly vetoed the idea: "Although it is possible, but once they find that his horn can't make a sound, the next one will immediately follow. It's useless."

Chu Huan: "Once the two sides fight, the situation will be very chaotic. It is unlikely that each of them can remember the entire sequence. I think they must just keep an eye on the previous person. If the previous person dies, The latter immediately took command of the horn."

Nanshan's eyes lit up, and he immediately realized: "So the latter person must follow the former one!"

"Do you have a way to lure them to follow?" Chu Huan asked in a low voice, "Once they are pulled to run, they must be chasing each other. You tell the clansmen to ambush and do it at the same time. It doesn’t matter if there are arrows, keep the ones with odd numbers, kill the ones with even numbers, if you kill six or seven people, they will be in chaos.”

After hearing this, Nan Shan whistled decisively, and suddenly several hidden clansmen appeared around him—it seemed that only foolish boys of Da Shan's age would make himself a living target, and the older people were all experienced, When they arrived at a place with familiar terrain, they would immediately burrow into the woods and grass in front of the house and behind the house. No one could find them, but they could come out at any time and show their fangs to bite off a piece of flesh and blood from the enemy.

Nanshan quickly explained what they were doing. Although he didn't even say why he did it, relying on the prestige established in the clan over the years, although the clan members didn't understand why, they had no objection and immediately split up.

Nanshan picked up the patriarch's scepter and handed it to Chu Huan: "Light me a fire."

Chu Huan's cigarette was thrown away by Nanshan, but the lighter was still there. The scepter was extremely easy to ignite, and as soon as the strange-colored flame at the top touched it, it jumped out impatiently, emitting a conspicuous halo.

As soon as the flames lit up, Chu Huan and Nan Shan immediately dodged in two directions with a tacit understanding. Sure enough, the next moment, the claws of the "mad dog" attracted by the flames had already arrived.

The two of them walked out from both sides of the courtyard wall, and Nan Shan finally took a worried look at Chu Huan's back.

Even after seeing Chu Huan's knife just now, he was still flustered, and couldn't help thinking, what if it was just luck, and the next time he would be inaccurate?Even if it is not luck, what if there is any accident?

This made Nanshan's footsteps pause, and he was almost overtaken by a "mad dog".

Nanshan raised his hand vainly, "Mad Dog" seemed to have been slapped hard, twisted his neck to the side, broke with a "creak", and fell down heavily.

Nanshan barely suppressed the bloody imaginary images in his heart, and he decided to believe in Chu Huan—because he remembered that Chu Huan said that he would never talk nonsense about important things.

But even though he was so determined, when he tilted his head and found that Chu Huan disappeared in a flash, Nanshan still couldn't help but get up and down in his heart - he would get up and down when he couldn't see anyone.

Nanshan stabbed through a "mad dog" who ran up to him, grabbed the flat piece around the neck of the "mad dog", tore him in half like toilet paper, and threw him aside.

The flame on the scepter in his hand didn't sway in the wind, and under the dim light of the sky, it was like a group of meteors flying across quickly, and he walked around the clan's house and the woods with ease, "Mad Dog".

Since the one who pulled the monster was very reliable, the group of "mad dogs" quickly formed a column led by the one with the number, chasing each other.

The flat-panel man holding the horn was about to blow the horn again to encircle Nanshan with other companions, but he felt a gust of air blocked his horn and could not make any sound.

Nanshan seemed to be aware of it, and turned around and smiled at him coldly.

The flat-panel man was about to turn his head to indicate to himself that the next person would take over the command, but when he turned his head, his eyes were suddenly filled with blood.I saw a three-edged thorn swooping down from a high place, piercing the "mad dog" behind him and the flat man on its neck with incomparable precision.

Chu Huan pulled out the spike, stretched out his hand in the direction of Nanshan from a distance, made a gesture of pretending to take off his hat, and then dodged to avoid a wind arrow - disappeared again.

Liyi people generally don't wear hats. Of course, Nanshan doesn't know what his gesture means, but the roots of his ears are burning for no reason. Nanshan forced himself to devote most of his energy to focus on the enemies behind him, leaving only a little space in his mind , all gave Chu Huan sweeping eyes with a smile.

Thinking about it this way, although he described being resolute and his footsteps not chaotic at all, the fifteen buckets of water in his heart were overturned at the same time, causing a flood.

Seeing that Chu Huan succeeded with one blow, the ambush clansmen immediately fired several cold arrows almost at the same time as Nanshan ordered, and without exception, they bent the flat people on the neck of "Mad Dog" into a look of death.

The command of the flat film was really messed up. Four or five horns blew at the same time, and the "mad dogs" present could not help but pause for a while, not knowing which one to listen to.

Xiaofang rushed out with a group of clansmen and cut off the enemy's column.

The mountain guards and the Piantian who were driving the "mad dogs" fell into a melee.

Er Tijiao placed his injured brother Dashan behind the big white stone, gave him a small crossbow to defend himself, and then got up to meet the black monster coming against the wind.

He was almost red-eyed, and he didn't know how to go in and out of the Mutai group, and was entangled by the opponent and started a close fight.

Not long after, Er Kijiao had two deep bloodstains on his chest and back, and he couldn't help but staggered a step.

Just at this step, a "mad dog" Mutai rushed up under the command of the flat man on his neck, slammed into the boy's back, knocked him to the ground, and then stepped on him his back.

The monster weighed several hundred catties, and his bones were almost broken when he stomped on it with all his strength. Er Kick's eyes went dark, and he let out a painful breath.

Flat film man: "Ah-ha!"

Following the orders of his master, the "mad dog" who stepped on his feet opened his mouth wide, and prepared a wind arrow to kill the little ants under his feet.

Er Tijiao struggled and let out an angry roar, his fingers sank hard into the fine grass on the ground.

Suddenly, his back suddenly lightened, and he kicked too hard and flipped over.

A dark triangular thorn popped out unpredictably, and the moment "Mad Dog" opened its mouth, it pierced straight through its mouth, penetrating its throat, and "Mad Dog" didn't make a sound. With a single stroke, blood was spattered three feet immediately, and it happened to spray two kicks all over his face... Unfortunately, the boy was too shocked to shut up before he had time.

Er Tijiao: "... Bah bah."

Chu Huan picked up the shivering flat piece with one hand, and wiped the blood from the three-edged thorns on him casually. The language of the Liyi tribe, but his voice is too unpleasant, and he speaks too fast, so he can't understand it at Chu Huan's level.

He carried the tablet in his hand and shook it twice with research spirit. The tablet fluttered with the wind, making a "rustling" sound like a piece of paper. Chu Huan looked like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world. Surprised, he said to Er Tijiao: "Hey, this thing is so soft!"

Er Tijiao: "..."

Afterwards, Chu Huan tentatively poked the flat figure lightly with the three-edged thorn, and only heard a "poof", the thing let out a short scream, struggled a bit, and died.

Chu Huan wiped his hands, threw the body aside, and said regretfully: "It's a pity that it's not very strong, right?"

……if not?Do you want to make a pair of boots?

Er Tijiao looked at him as if he didn't know him, and nodded blankly.

Chu Huan glanced at him, and took out a napkin from his pocket. He himself forgot which time he had put it up when he was eating in a small restaurant outside. It has never been used, but Chu Huan himself has become so sloppy that he has the nerve to be disgusted by "treating himself generously than he is strict with others", pointing to the boy's face and saying: "Hurry up and wipe it off, hey!" Yo."

While speaking, another Mutai rushed towards him, and Chu Huan swept across its side neck with a punch, knocking the "mad dog"'s head to one side. It turned out that the head of the flattened person on its neck was cut off—after several times of onlookers watching the spring elder sister take blood, brains, and poison sacs, the anatomical map of the "mad dog" has entered Chu Huan's brain completely, and he I already know how to deal with this thing with the least effort.

After solving the flat-film man, Chu Huan refused to do any extra work, and told Er Tijiao: "I'll leave it to you, the idiot."

Turn around and leave.

Er Tijiao looked at each other for a moment with "Mad Dog" who suddenly lost his command.

"Mad Dog" Mutai: "Hey..."

Before the soul-stirring roar could be finished, it was chopped off half of its neck by the second kick that jumped up.

Er Tijiao felt a sharp stabbing pain in his inner self-esteem, for a moment he actually ignored the bloody gash on his front and back, and rushed out with incomparable bravery.

The "mad dog" who lost its command has become a mess. Although it is ferocious, it can no longer organize the wind and arrows. The mountain guard has been fighting these things almost since birth. The flat film man was killed, and the situation in the field was quickly reversed.

Nan Shan extinguished the flame on the scepter, and ordered: "Kill them all!"

The counterattack and massacre began.

Xiaofang immediately led several people to form a blockade line down the mountain, not to let a "mad dog" slip through the net.

Chu Huan's toe poked a "mad dog" who had just been killed by him. The flat film man on the neck of the "mad dog" was cut off half of his face by the wind of the knife he brought, and was rolling and howling on the ground. The thing has no fighting power, so Chu Huan didn't care about it for a while.

He looked up and felt that he seemed to have entered the final cleaning at this time.

So Chu Huan was lazy, wiped the knife and the triangular thorns and put them away. While picking up the flat piece, he recalled what he did just now in front of Nanshan.

"I seem to be a little too unstable." He reflected on himself.

At this time, Chu Huan heard a burst of shouts suddenly coming from behind him: "Bitch King!"

Chu Huan almost trembled, and when he turned around, he realized that he had approached the patriarch's yard at some point, and a row of bear children who were protected in the yard were lying on the wall looking at him, waving at him happily.

Hua Guduo and her little follower whispered to each other, "How do you say 'use it to play'?"

Her little follower was quite academic, and upon hearing this, she quickly gave the answer in Mandarin.

Hua Guduo presumably whispered to the other children, "I'll call 'one two three', and then we'll say this together, do you hear me? One two three—"

All the children pointed to the half-life flat tablet in Chu Huan's hand, and said in unison: "Bitch king, play with it!"

Chu Huan: "..."

Is this for playing? !

Chu Huan glanced at the horsewhip guarding the gate of the patriarch's house in displeasure, the horsewhip smiled shyly at him, and said, "What a bitch, it's okay."

Chu Huan: "..."

This title almost made him lose the desire to communicate.

The little bald man on the wall was particularly excited. In order to show that he was very familiar with Chu Huan, he turned over the wall like a nimble worm, and was about to jump down.

As soon as Chu Huan saw this situation, his composure disappeared immediately. He quickly threw the dying flat figure in his hand to the cubs on the wall, and then, relying on his long legs, turned around and ran away without a trace.

The poor little bald man was riding on the wall without going to the village or back, and found that even though he and his true love had gone through life and death together, the essence of true love was still a scum. Seeing all the children all looking at him, he suddenly Feeling sad, he sobbed aggrievedly while riding on the wall of the patriarch's house.

When Nanshan saw Chu Huan walking towards him, his heart was relieved immediately. He was a serious person, and when he realized that something was wrong with him, he immediately thought about why on the spot.

Until Chu Huan stretched out a hand and shook it in front of him, Nanshan was still staring at him blankly.

Nanshan opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but was dazzled by the light reflected from the platinum ring on Chu Huan's finger.

His eyes froze for a moment, then dimmed, and finally withdrew his eyes completely, and remained silent.Nanshan held the patriarch's scepter in one hand, half of his body was covered in blood, and he looked pitifully lonely.

Chu Huan grabbed his shoulders from behind and asked strangely, "Hey, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Nanshan was a little lonely, he gritted his teeth, regained his energy after a while, forced a smile, and asked Chu Huan, "I'm going to see how the gatekeeper is doing, are you going?"