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On this point, Di Jun would also like to thank Zhun Ti and the introduction.He got the insights from the two western monsters who instigated Kunpeng and Jin Chanzi to ambush spies and know themselves and their enemies.

It just so happens that there are many kinds of monsters, each with different innate abilities.Dijun simply used the "family planning" he learned from Shangqian. Over the past century, he has given resources to the monster race who are good at changing, allowing them to rapidly expand their race. .

But who would have thought that ambushing spies among the Wu tribe would be much easier than Di Jun imagined, and this group of Wu tribe with strong limbs and simple mind would not care about the subtle differences in the people around them after a certain war.

Just like this, more than one-third of the little witches in the witch clan after several large-scale wars have been replaced by the monster clan, and even some big witches who are not taken seriously... The upper class of the witch clan is very proud of these things Over the years, the Wu Clan has become more and more powerful on the battlefield, and they have never delved into the possibility of "the Yao Clan changing into a Wu Clan, replacing their identities, one goes up and down, and it seems that the Witch Clan is superior".

It is even easier on the side of Shangqian. The witches have indeed learned to stop forcibly looting and engage in coaxing intermarriages. However, it seems that they have never thought of one thing, that is, these half-witches who are half-humans and witches think they are human races. Still witches.

It's not bragging, but Shang Qian is too aware of the assimilation ability of civilization. The blending of different nationalities into one race has happened all the time in the history she knows.

These half-witches followed their human father or mother to listen to the stories of the human race, learn Chinese characters read by humans, and accept the culture of the human race. Although they are called witches, they are actually the core of the human race.

Shang Qian and Di Jun changed their shapes very smoothly, replacing the two little witches of Zhu Rong's tribe. As for why Zhu Rong was still...of course he had to bring a sheep to grow wool.

Enemies, don't be shabby.

In the resident of the Wu Clan, a burly man sneaked out from where the Zhurong tribe was located. After leaving the range of the Wu Clan, he tore off a talisman and disappeared in place.

Appearing again, it was at the foot of a mountain thirty thousand miles away. The man respectfully knelt on one knee in front of a majestic and handsome man.

"I've seen Your Majesty, but I don't know what your Majesty's orders are for summoning your subordinates?" The witch aura on the burly man quickly weakened, but a strong evil spirit spread out.

With his hands behind his back, Di Jun said majestically, "I will take your place and infiltrate the Witch Clan."

"Yes." The man nodded obediently, stood up, and looked at Di Jun obediently with his black eyes.

Di Jun's eyes gradually turned into pure gold, and after a while, his eyes returned to black and white, and his figure gradually turned into a burly man.

The original burly man's body shrank rapidly, and then turned into a half-human tall lemur-like monster, and quickly left here.

A woman in Tsing Yi slowly appeared beside Di Jun, and Shang Qian stared into Di Jun's eyes curiously.

Di Jun explained: "The three-legged Golden Crow's racial supernatural powers are piercing eyes, which can see through all illusory restrictions and absorb memories."

Very good, Shangqian now knows the source of the monkey's magical powers in the future, and her master uncle gave him a low-profile version of the golden eyes.With piercing eyes, as soon as he heard this word, he was highly compatible with the three-legged Golden Crow of the sun star.

Di Jun hesitated to speak: "Then your identity?"

Shangqian took out a dozen business cards from his sleeve with a smile. These are her vests in the Wu tribe, each of which she took the time to play in person, distributed in different social circles of different tribes.

Acting as a long-lived race like the Wu clan is easier than Shang Qian imagined.For example, in the Gonggong tribe, she has seven vests, a big witch who is obsessed with practicing seclusion all the year round, a big witch who is resident in the human race as an ambassador of friendship between humans and witches, a lonely little witch who is unknown, and a loving couple of little witches... Oh, Mrs. It is her, and the wife is also her.

With a little attention, you can stagger the timeline and play dozens of characters at the same time. Every few years, each vest will show up to let other witches know that there is such a witch.When necessary, in order to dispel doubts that do not exist, Shang Qian will use an avatar to appear in a scene with her wearing two different vests at the same time.

Now that he has made up his mind to plan for the Wu Clan, it is natural to be prepared.Shang Qian quickly picked out a suitable vest from the several vest identity cards of the Zhurong tribe.

Afterwards, Shang Qian transformed into a fierce and valiant witch with a high ponytail, a black iron mace appeared in his hand, and his voice was hoarse: "This is one of my identities. The mining area is stationed and has only been transferred back recently."

Shang Qian blinked, and gave Di Jun a meaningful smile: "There are always flaws in the disguise, after all, it's better to be at ease from the beginning to the end."

Di Jun was thoughtful, indeed, even if he had the supernatural power of knowing all the memories of others, but in the end, it is impossible for two people to be exactly the same in character.

If it was him from beginning to end, there would be no such troubles.

It seems that a new way of thinking has been opened up.

The resident of the Wu tribe, the Zhurong tribe.

The two witches, a man and a woman, walked side by side in the direction of the bonfire, occasionally greeting acquaintances.

"Good morning, I haven't seen you for many years." Shang Qian's face changed and he greeted another burly and bearded man of the Wu tribe.

Di Jun, on the other hand, followed Shang Qian with his head down, trying to prevent others from seeing his expression clearly—after he tried to lose the disgusted expression on his face in the face of the Wu Clan and failed.

The sky has completely darkened, and the gathering of the Wu Clan has just begun.

All the little witches of the Zhurong tribe are here to share the monster meat hunted during the day for this huge bonfire. Several monsters as high as a hill were placed on the bonfire, and several witches turned into The tens of feet high prototype rolled over the barbecue.

Di Jun and Shang Qian stopped talking, and they sat together, quietly listening to the chatter of the Wu Clans around them. The two "Wu Clans" were originally taciturn, and no other Wu Clans came to talk.

There are several witches on the right side of the two, and a witch with only one eye has an ugly face and is talking to the people around him, and the surrounding witches are also full of righteous indignation.

The voice of the witch tribe became louder and louder: "...the most able to fight and fight the most on the Lich battlefield is our Zhurong tribe, but as a result, we got the least food!"

"Even the guys from the Gonggong tribe who can't beat anyone dare to underestimate the people of our Zhurong tribe!" Another Wu tribe was also very annoyed, obviously because they were at odds with the Gonggong tribe.

This sentence got a lot of echoes, and the witches on both sides of Shang Qian and Di Jun began to whisper, and then the voice became louder and louder, and finally became a condemnation by everyone.

"Isn't it because our ancestor witch was injured, that group of cowards from the Gonggong tribe dared to look down on our Zhurong people!" A witch tribe on the left side of Shangqian held a huge rib in his hand and cursed.

That night, Shang Qian and Di Jun listened to the "despicable and shameless cowards of the Gonggong tribe" for most of the night, until late at night when everyone dispersed, there were also Wu tribes of the Zhurong tribe who were aggrieved.

"It seems that the conflict between the Zhurong and Gonggong tribes is deeper than what I've heard from the news." Di Jun and Shang Qian stood side by side and said.

Seeing is believing, hearing is believing.Di Jun did get the news of the spies of the Wu tribe. The Zhurong Gonggong tribe had some conflicts among the Wu tribe, but he didn't know that it had reached such a serious point.

In the next few days, Shang Qian and Di Jun went around all the places where the Wu people could visit under the eyes of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Except for some taboo places, the Wu people had been thoroughly touched.

Even Shang Qian couldn't help slandering that the protection of the Wu Clan was too weak. His biggest enemy, the Yao Clan, the Demon King, had been wandering around their most important Wu Clan residence for several days without even having any doubts.

It has to be said that the prehistoric beings with powerful strength still rely on their fists more than their brains. They only know how to fight on the lich battlefield, and they don't know that their hometown has been stolen.

Di Jun even climbed up to a great witch in the past few days, such as now.

A big witch who is three meters tall and has two fire snakes in his ears, in order to turn into a real body, has to invite Di Jun very sincerely: "Zhu She, come to my subordinates. After seven days, I will lead a team to ambush the demon clan in Huangshan Daze." , you follow me, I guarantee you will be favored by Zu Wu."

This great witch named Zhu Sha had a few conversations with Di Jun by chance, and he was astonished. He felt that Di Jun had extraordinary aptitude, and he insisted on supporting Di Jun's future with good intentions.

Di Jun exchanged greetings with him without changing his face, and quietly conveyed more information.

Merchant money: ...

She didn't know where to complain, Hong Huang threatened to support the lord of the heaven, Demon Emperor Jun No.1?You are still favored by the Zuwu, do you know that the Zuwu in your mouth can't beat the guy in front of you one-on-one?

Or should I feel that this is the so-called passive surrender?He proudly told the enemy leader about his own war plan, and patted his chest and said it was strictly confidential.

Only the great witch continued to laugh and said: "Hahaha, this time is a turnaround that our Zhurong tribe has carefully planned and planned. I want to see if we bring back the body of the marshal of the Yaozu this time. Do those cowards of the tribe dare to despise us again!"

The corner of Shang Qian's mouth twitched suddenly.

She couldn't help thinking sympathetically, at least she was sure that the Gonggong tribe would despise the Zhurong tribe even more than it does now.

Di Jun was moved, and he took Shang Qian to promise Zhu Sha that the two would do their best to go through fire and water without hesitation.

Zhu Sui thought that his eloquence had moved the big witch Miaozi of the Zhu Rong tribe, and his expression became more and more happy. He even patted the shoulders of the two of them twice before laughing and leaving to deploy this top-secret ambush.

Shang Qian turned his head to look at Di Jun expressionlessly, with resistance written all over his face.

She will definitely not go to the battlefield. The unlucky place of the battlefield may affect her luck. Participating in the war as a witch will definitely affect her IQ.

Di Jun shrugged his shoulders, as if letting Shang Qian wait for a good show.

Sure enough, a few days later, the Zhurong tribe fought against the Yaozu in Huangshan Daze, and they miscalculated the strength of the Yaozu and were defeated.

After coming back, he was ridiculed severely by the rest of the ancestral witches, and even Zhu Rong's ancestral witch was scolded by other ancestral witches.

At this time, no witch clan cared that a man and a woman, two little witches who usually didn't have a high sense of existence, quietly disappeared.

Green grass and green hills, warblers flying and grass growing.

Two figures appeared under the huge ancient tree again, with the fragrance of tea, Shang Qian and Di Jun looked at each other and smiled.

"I know what you mean." Di Jun raised his eyebrows, his brows relaxed, because he has been in a good mood recently because he has severely cast a shadow on the Wu Clan.