Chapter 1245 Lying Even when Death Is Imminent

Mufeng frowned when he saw Aryan.

The last time I saw Tutan, he had the same colorful pattern on his face. It was impossible to tell who was who, let alone what they were thinking in their hearts.

Not only him, but Hata beside him was also covered in colorful patterns.

Mufeng frowned and said, "Get some water to wash them clean, and then bring them over!"

Aryan was filled with grief and anger.

Listening to the other person's tone, I was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and I had to clean myself up so I could decide how to eat.

The Dajiang warrior nodded and dragged the two of them away. He then told the story of how to capture Aryan and Hata.

When Zhahe said that Hata actually used the blood of his tribe to smear himself on his body, he burst into laughter: "This Hata is really a fucking talent!"

Zhahe and others were stunned for a moment. They felt that what the great chief said was really good. He explained Hata's stupidity in one sentence.

"Yeah, he's really a damn talent!" Zhahe grinned strangely.

Everyone around me also secretly remembered this sentence.

Soon, Aryan and Hata were sent.

Aryan is middle-aged and old, which can be seen from the lines at the corners of his eyes.

His eyes were brown and flickering, and he didn't look like a good person.

Compared with the withered face of Hata next to him, his face looked very plump. It was obviously because he had been in a high position for a long time and had eaten well and slept well.

Even so, his skin color is still black and brown as a whole, giving people the impression that the fuel of his expression has been smeared on his body all year round and has been "pickled".

Hata's situation is not much better than his. It can even be described as miserable.

He was thin and shriveled, with the crossbones in his chest clearly visible. He looked like the kind of guy who couldn't eat well or sleep well with his boss.

The only thing that stands out is his pair of sneaky little eyes, which are always looking around, showing uneasiness.

For some reason, when Mu Feng saw the eyes of these two people, he thought of one word - rat spirit!

But now these two rat spirits are destined to have a hard time playing tricks.

Because they are facing an existence that is more cunning than them - Mu Feng!

Mufeng looked at Aryan with a smile, squatted down and patted his shoulder, smiling: "Look, it's still clean and looks pleasing to the eye. How dirty it was just now!"

Aryan felt extremely aggrieved.

The colorful patterns on his body were painted over many years, and for a Gunshan tribesman, they represented supreme glory.

As a result, he was completely wiped out by the other party!

Moreover, when Yelao was abolished, one thing was that the colorful lines on his body were washed away.

As an old saying goes, "When tattoos live on people, when tattoos die, people die."

Of course, Aryan didn't want to die.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone to great lengths to encourage the people of the mountains to come out for revenge.

It could be said that Mu Feng's unintentional move had already chilled his heart.

Mu Feng said: "Whatever I ask you, you answer, it can save a lot of torture!

Otherwise, your life will be worse than death! "

One sentence, concise and concise, directly put an end to Aryan's many thoughts.

"You, what do you want to know?" Aryan tried his best to calm down, but found that he could not calm down.

Mufeng ignored him and looked at Hata: "You too, if you answer slowly or make up lies, you will die!"

Hata nodded hurriedly: "Don't worry, superior, I will definitely have something to say!

Just please don't kill me! "

Mufeng smiled and said: "Then it depends on your performance!"

As he spoke, his expression changed, and he asked coldly: "How many supplements are there in the mountains?"

"This..." Hata was about to cry.

Because he couldn't answer the first question.

Aryan also frowned: "Well, I, I don't know, there are about one or two hundred, right?"

"One hundred or two hundred?"

"Less than two hundred!"

"You are Yelao, how much older are you?"

"Some tribes have very few people, only a few dozen. If there is no need to restrain them, it doesn't count..."

"How many of them are under your control?" Mu Feng asked.

Aryan rolled his eyes: "Only the two mountainous areas of Shanxi and Shanzhong are really under my control. Part of the northern part of the mountain and part of the southern part of the mountain also obey my orders. As for Shandong..."

Aryan did not continue.

"Did not say?"

Aryan shook his head: "They disobeyed my orders. No one came this time, otherwise..."

"Otherwise you might defeat us?" Mu Feng sneered.

He thought about the outcome of this battle and frowned.

Da Jiang lost more than 500 soldiers, while the other party originally only lost more than 3,000 soldiers.

In the end, these four to five thousand people were caught between two sides, and there were still two to three thousand who refused to obey.

This shows how hard the bones of these barbarians are.

Once such a person is released, he will bring crime to Da Jiang in the future.

And his original intention was to kill as many as he could.

After all, the people in the mountains are wild and untamed, and they would be a disaster if they were released.

Even if there were only two or three thousand left in front of him, he felt quite troubled.

Aryan saw Mu Feng frowning and thinking, thinking that he was worried about Shandong and did not dare to take action. He rolled his eyes and simply said: "Although Shandong is only a district, it is the most powerful district among the mountains. Beyond the mountains to the east

There is a Yunmeng Dabu, do you know?

No less than 30,000 to 50,000 people were resisted by Shandong District 1.

The reason why they didn't come this time was because they wanted to confront Yunmeng Dabu! "

His immediate intention was obvious: Although they did not obey my orders, they were still members of my mountains.

If a mountain tribe that can deal with as many as 40,000 to 50,000 men really comes out of the mountains, you have to weigh it yourself.

Mu Feng looked strange.

This Aryan really talks a lot and doesn't tell the truth.

He is still talking nonsense when death is imminent. It seems that there is no need to keep him alive, so he has to find another way.

If that doesn't work, we have to ask Truffle to bring the Shandong woman named Hei Duo over and ask her about the situation face to face, and then make a plan.

He waved his hand and looked at Zhahe: "Give him to Chaolu and take him back to Jade Bird City!"

Zhahe understood, nodded and smiled ferociously, grabbed Aryan and took him away.

Aryan panicked and shouted in horror: "You, you can't kill me! I am the Yelao of the mountains. If you kill me, you will bear the wrath of my son of the mountains!"

"Oh?" Mu Feng looked at the prisoners in the mountains not far away, "Will you avenge him?"

Most of the mountain warriors remained silent, except for a few who shook their heads.

Mu Feng took a quick look and thought, "These people can't be released for the time being!"

Then he smiled and patted Hata on the shoulder and asked, "Do you know what will happen to him?"

Hata was shocked and swallowed: "He, he didn't tell the truth?"

"That's right!" Mu Feng smiled, "The Yunmeng tribe has been destroyed a long time ago, and Shandong District is also the weakest district among your mountains...

Tell me, should this Aryan die? "

Hata nodded subconsciously at first, then hurriedly shook his head. Finally, he was at a loss and begged Mufeng with a tearful tone: "Shang, Shangbu, please don't kill me!

As long as you don't kill me, I can do whatever you want! "

Mu Feng shook his head: "It's not that I ask you to do everything, just answer my questions honestly. Can you do that?"

Hata nodded and pecked at the rice: "You ask, you ask, I will tell you everything I know!"

"good!"