C70

This time, the mountain didn't fall back to the ground. The black claw grabbed the back of his neck, ignoring the struggling mountain peak, and stared at the strange grenade, waiting to see what would happen.

After struggling for a long time, he reckoned that if the grenade exploded, it would explode a long time ago, so he became more obedient. The Second Elder squatted beside the grenade and pulled it a few times.

"If I were you, I wouldn't squat in front of that thing. Once it explodes, it's even more terrifying than a hundred fireballs thrown by a catapult …"

From the sound of it, it was obvious that this was not a hand grenade for killing, but a sound blast bomb. Normally, it was used to capture the people in the enemy's fortress, but it was an extremely inhumane weapon.

"Cough, cough, cough..." The girls coughed and ran to the side while carrying the mountain. Black Claw covered the mountain and retreated. The surrounding warriors of the tribe all surrounded them. Looking at the black smoke coming out of the cellar entrance, the mountain looked calm and collected.

"Do you still have this kind of thing …" As a protector who killed countless people, how come he didn't know the value of grenades? If it was used on the Sangang Tribe, it would be easy for them to kill him if they caught him off guard. As for the Second Elder … Black Claw had already mentally listed him as a person to be remembered.

"This …" "We have to go down and find it. Generally speaking, the probability of it appearing is very high, but as you've seen it, no one knows when this thing will explode. Maybe today, maybe next life …"

Previously in the tribe, he almost died from the bullets, but this time he lost someone in front of an expired grenade. He decided to forget about the weapons from his previous life and become a true barbarian. He believed that the use of a blade was better than the use of a gun.

"Found it, found it …" In the midst of the exclamations, a group of dirty warriors came out carrying a group of second elder with seven bloody orifices. With just a glance, Feng Feiyun knew that the second elder would be fine, but he didn't mind as well. Watching the sky gradually darken, he yawned and said: "The second elder won't die, he might not be able to hear anything for a few days, and the real treasure should be hidden in those big houses.

He was even more unable to understand the peak. Every word and action had its own peculiarities that the barbarians did not have. He really wanted to tear off Feng's face to see if it was his own son.

Because of the statistics, as well as the Great Elder's treasure excavation, the treatment of the peak was much higher. The number of girls beside him had increased to 18, but they were chased out of the peak. He couldn't stand being watched by 36 eyes.

Due to Feng Feiyun's anger, he finally obtained some free space, and was not afraid of others staring at him while he refined the healing medicine and the wood fir oil, and he could use the entire tribe's manpower to collect it for him with a single sentence. So he was bored, and Feng Li refined dozens of bottles of healing medicine and wood fir oil.

These things were treated as treasures by Black Claw and were not used by normal people. They were only used on the warriors in the tribe, and Black Claw had been talking about something all day, as if he was plotting something, but Mountain didn't care, at the moment, he was just a wounded person, and the woman beside him did not look beautiful, but she was much stronger than the exceptional beauty he had forgotten in the corner of the sweet well.

"You shall be called Bai Qi …" Got it? "Bai Yu, no matter who calls you, they can only call you Bai Qi …" Feng Feiyun crossed his legs and lay on the leather sofa. He looked at the pale skin with a green complexion and said.

It was the meaning of her skin being fair and tender, as well as her pride. She was the dream lover of many wild men, and was unwilling to be disgraced like this by Feng Feiyun. However, under the unquestionable gaze of Feng Jian, she finally agreed.

"You are called Black Tea, you are called Green Tea, you are easy to deal with. Oolong Tea, hmm, can't all be tea, that … You are called jujube …" "It's a little like soap, forget it. Oh right, that little guy is called Fruit …"

The girls all had different reactions. Some were unwilling, while others were unwilling. Some had good names, such as white skin, fat, and so on. Some were happy, some had bad legs, while others had bad waists.

He decided that even if his injuries were healed, he would have to pretend that they weren't all right. Who knew what that lousy Second Elder would think of to cause trouble for him?

After confirming the name of the girl, it was time for lunch. It was no longer the coarse, thick pastries, but a bowl of fine nubbly soup, a plate of emerald green vegetables, a bowl of steamed steamed meat with sour sauce, and some fennel beans fried in animal fat.

At the very least, after Black Claw had eaten the dishes invented by Peak, he specified that whatever Peak ate, he would eat, and there was no difference in treatment. After Peak had chewed and swallowed his unbearable lunch, the fruits arrived.

There were many plants that were suitable for growing in the wilderness. Some plants could grow fruits, but the barbarians didn't know how to grow them, so they could only try their luck at finding them. However, as one of the members of the organization, Feng Dan shamelessly collected these things under his name.

With two fingers, he picked up a black longan fruit that looked like a black gem and threw it into his mouth. He suddenly bit into it, and a strong bitterness made Feng Feiyun frown, and he could feel the thousands of bitter flavors evenly spread across his mouth. When his teeth cut open the pieces of the fruit, a strange fragrance came out from the pieces, and in the next moment, miraculously, all the bitterness was transformed into a long and sweet aftertaste.

Just as he picked up the second and last black stone fruit and was about to enjoy it, a smelly human figure rushed in and looked at him as he opened his mouth to shout. With a wave of a delicate voice, all the young girls drew out their sharp bone swords and charged over together. The tough bone swords made from the ribs of the wild beasts were about to pierce through him.

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