Chapter 267 I'm Waiting For Your Words

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Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

Jiang's is because of excitement.

The Black Bear Department and the Wild Wolf Department were excited and happy because of turning over for revenge and raising their eyebrows.

Du Du Chi Jiao Department is because of panic!

Because of the three or four hundred hunting team soldiers in the entire Red Flood Division, there are only a hundred or so people left, and only a hundred and fifty people left if you count the young and strong!

In just three days, they went from heaven to hell and became a clan with similar combat power as the Black Bears!

But they also know that this is only temporary, and those people will come again after dawn, and then it will be time for their Red Flood Dragon to face the choice of life and death!

And all of this is thanks to the person who yelled at the tribe's gate during the day!

Now to say who the Red Jiaobu regrets the most, there is no doubt that they have to count the triangular-eyed old man of their Great Chief.

At the bottom of his heart, he hated and feared Mu Feng, and he really couldn't understand, which tribe would have such a vicious little brat, and could come up with such a sinister way to deal with their Red Jiao tribe.

"Beast mounts, wolves, weapons that have never been seen before..." The triangular eyes were full of bitterness, and he secretly thought that if it was possible, he would definitely not let Wu Chi go out to loot.

But when everything happens, there is no more if, and now he can only passively wait for the dawn, waiting for the other party to come back.

This night was absolutely tormenting for the Red Jiaobu. They never thought that they have always been the sufferers of pain, and one day they will also become the bearers.

If Mu Feng knew what they were thinking at this time, he would have to say the last sentence - if you come out and hang out, you will have to pay it back sooner or later!

No more strange nights...

The next morning, when the sky finally shined, the entire Red Flood Dragon Department also felt that they had finally endured to the extreme.

Mu Feng led the Jiang Clan, the Black Bear Clan, and the Wild Wolf Clan to pass through the north of the Crimson Jiao Clan in a grand manner at this time, and came directly to the people of the Crimson Jiao Clan who were huddled in one place.

It has to be said that a thin dead camel is bigger than a horse.

Even after two battles, the Red Flood Clan suffered such a huge loss, and there are still more than 500 people left in their clan!

This is the background of the big clan. As long as they are given a period of time and enough food, this clan is bound to rise again.

After all, in this era, people are the biggest capital!

But such an opportunity, Mu Feng will not give them.

What he has to do today is to completely disperse the Red Jiaobu so that they lose the chance to turn over.

It's not that Mu Feng is ruthless, even if it is replaced by the Manglong Division, Mu Feng is not so determined to let their scattered people die.

But for this Red Flood Dragon, Mu Feng had to do this.

Because of the human skin hanging on the big flag hanging at the door of the triangular eye, he really couldn't stand it.

Hanging banners on human skin is no different from Jingguan.

Strictly speaking, the Red Jiao Department poses little threat to the Jiang Clan, far less than the previous Black Teeth Department and Huang Feng Department.

However, what the Red Jiaobu did exceeded the limit of the wood wind.

He asked himself that he was not a good man and a woman, but he was not a man without integrity.

Although he recognized Lu Xun's burning company, he couldn't accept Wu Zixu's digging.

Grave whip corpse.

The camps are different from each other. It is a skill to conspire to kill each other, but insulting the corpse after death is already in vain!

If Mu Feng didn't have such integrity in his heart, he would definitely not do something like "I would rather fight with the living to get clothes than take a dead corpse".

And the red dragon and the triangular eyes undoubtedly touched the bottom line in his heart!

Headed by him, the three divisions passed through the chaotic red Jiaobu and came to the triangle eye and his clan.

They knew each other well, as long as the Scarlet Jiaobu dared to resist, they would not be faced with the question of how many people would die, but that the Scarlet Jiaobu would face the extinction of the dead.

So Triangle Eyes just leaned on crutches, standing in the middle of the crowd, watching Mu Feng bring people to the front.

Seeing the respectful attitude of the people around Mu Feng towards him, the triangular eyes suddenly shrank - he never thought that Mu Feng would be the leader of the attack on their Red Flood Dragon this time!

As for the three groups of people behind him, they were followed by three people, and he didn't know any of them.

It's no wonder that, as the Great Chief, he only issues orders within the clan every day, and rarely goes outside the clan.

What was terrifying and strange in his heart was how the young man in front of him became the leader of the three divisions in front of him. Could it be that he belonged to a big tribe?

But he thought about the big tribes around him, but he didn't think of a young leader like Mu Feng.

"Fang Lei, Yunmeng, or Changli?" Countless thoughts flashed in Triangle Eye's heart, "Could it be the blue bird that migrated from the extreme west?"

Just before he could figure out the answer, Mu Feng snorted coldly and pulled him back to reality.

The old man immediately realized his situation, and a trace of resentment appeared in his eyes, followed by bitterness.

He looked at Mu Feng and said calmly, "I am the chief of the Chijiao tribe. My name is Wulong. I don't know who the clan brother is?"

Mu Feng sneered: "Don't befriend me, I don't know you well!"

Just this sentence made everyone stunned.

The triangular eyes were even more ugly, and there was a trace of hatred in the bottom of his eyes, but they were quickly suppressed. He lowered his head slightly, trying his best to let himself be.

His attitude seemed "respectful".

Mu Feng snorted coldly: "Stop talking nonsense, just tell me how you plan to let us let you go!"

This triangular eye was stunned for a second, and he couldn't help clenching the crutches in his hand, his knuckles turning white from clenching so hard.

Mu Feng turned a blind eye, just looked at him with a sneer.

The Red Jiaobu people behind the triangular eyes gritted their teeth one by one, eager to try. A few people even quietly clenched the bone knife in their hands, ready to gamble.

Li Hu, Han Shu and others, who were always watching their movements, sneered at the corners of their mouths and took a slight step forward.

Just as the two of them took a step, the people holding the knives also fit in and rushed forward, making it clear that they were going to kill Mu Feng.

Perhaps no one had ever told them the principle of "shoot a man first, shoot a horse, and capture a thief first, capture the king", but now they understand that as long as Mu Feng is killed, there may be room for their Red Jiao tribe to turn around!

It's just that the result is destined to disappoint them.

Not to mention that Lihu and Hanshu have already made preparations, even Lihu and Hanshu have already made preparations.

The nearby Mu Feng also mocked and watched them rush over, first kicking one, then raising his hand and smashing the other's chest, causing the two to fall to the ground for a long time and couldn't get up!

But the other two were not so lucky. They were directly shot by Lihu and Hanshu, and when the chest piercing was pressed to the ground, the ground was covered in blood!

Mu Feng clapped his hands, like dusting the dust, and then looked at the triangle eyes with a smile: "If you think this way can satisfy me and leave, I don't mind!"

With that said, Mu Feng took a step back, moved his hand, and turned to leave.

The three tribes next to him already knew what he meant, and they all stepped forward. Bamboo spears, bone knives, and sticks, the blood on them was still wet!

A trace of panic finally flashed in the triangle's eyes, and he lowered his head a little bit again: "As long as I can make my Red Jiao tribe not die, I will do my best to satisfy your request!"

Then Mu Feng turned around again and said with a smile, "It's what you've been waiting for!"

(End of this chapter)

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