Chapter 339 Waste Utilization

"Boy Yun, who is this? Why keep him? Why don't you kill him?"

While Feng Yun was admiring the expression of the son of the Black Crow King when he saw his clansmen being slaughtered, a one-armed old man walked over, his eyes paused for a moment on the son of the Black Crow King, and a hint of confusion appeared on his face. ﹤

"Uncle Bao, take a closer look at him. You will understand why I didn't kill him."

Fengyun raised his head, looked at the old man, and smiled.

"What's wrong with him?"

Bao seemed a little disdainful, but he still looked at the face of the son of the Black Crow King. Soon, he showed a suddenly realized expression and said, "I see. He should be related to that bastard Yaba. He and Crow King What's the relationship with Pa?"

"He should be the son of Crow Ba. As for his ranking among his children and what his name is, I don't know."

"It is enough to know that he is the son of Crowba."

Hearing Fengyun's words, his eyes lit up, and he asked, "Boy Yun, what are you going to do with it? The crossbow arrow on his neck is strong enough, and he might die if he pulls it out. .”

But after he saw clearly the arrow on the neck of the Black Crow King's son, he couldn't help showing a disappointed expression.

Bao's actual combat experience is extremely rich, and he has a very good understanding of human body structure. When he took a look, he immediately realized the danger of the crossbow that shot through the son of the Black Crow King.

Don't look at him now, he is not bad, his mind is very clear, but if the crossbow bolts are removed, he will be paralyzed at least, and will die on the spot at worst.

Based on his understanding of the Black Crow King, using him to blackmail him would very likely have very poor results, or even no effect at all.

The Black Crow King is ruthless to his enemies, and even more ruthless to his own people. If necessary, he will never be merciless.

Don't say that the son who fell into Fengyun's hands is only an immortal son, even if he is a lively son, he may not accept Fengyun's threat.

"Uncle Bao, I never thought of using him to blackmail Yaba."

Fengyun and Bao have been together for quite a long time, and they still know his mind very well. Although he didn't speak clearly, he still guessed his overtones.

"So you already thought of it.

So how are you going to use him? "

Bao looked at the son of the Black Crow King again, showing a curious expression.

"I'm going to use him to deal with the Black Crow tribe who are still attacking the Baicao tribe. I'm going to do it. I..."

Fengyun said his thoughts quickly, and finally asked: "Uncle Bao, what do you think of my plan?"

"Good, good, very good."

He clapped his hands heavily and said, "Boy Yun, if your plan succeeds, it will not only relieve the danger faced by the Baicao tribe, but also make Yaba This bastard will be in pain for a while."

"Boy Yun, it's not too late. You can do it quickly. I support you. Don't worry, I will clean up these little bugs as soon as possible, and I will definitely not delay your business."

Bao waved his hand, telling Fengyun to leave quickly.

After hearing Fengyun's plan, he understood that in order to succeed in his plan, besides everyone's tacit cooperation, he also had to rush for time. If it was delayed for a long time, the effect would not be good.

"Uncle Bao, I'm leaving."

The plan was conceived by Fengyun, so he is naturally more aware of the importance of time. He nodded at Bao, reached out and grabbed the arm of the son of the Black Crow King, and lifted him up with a slight force, and his feet were off the ground.

He put his feet on the ground, squatted slightly, and shot out like a gust of wind, galloping towards the direction of the Baicao Tribe.

His speed is indeed very fast, and his movements are also very smooth. The bamboos all over the purple bamboo forest seem to be non-existent, and there is no way for him to even have a slight stagnation in his footsteps.

After a while, he left the tragic battlefield far behind, and he could already see the outline of the Baicao tribe.

Flying forward for a certain distance, the Baicao tribe can already see more clearly.

The battle is still going on.

Although the team led by the son of the Black Crow King left, and the other commanders also sent some people, the number of remaining people is still quite large.

However, Fengyun could also see that the situation of the Baicao tribe was much better than when he first came.

Although they haven't been able to gain the upper hand yet, and they can barely draw with the enemy, it is enough for them to take a breath and relax.

Fengyun's footsteps didn't stop, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the edge of the purple bamboo forest, but he didn't rush out directly, but stopped.

Looking around, he moved two steps to the left, and stuffed the son of the Black Crow King in his hand into a cluster of bamboo, letting the bamboo hold him and prevent him from falling.

The face of the son of the Black Crow King is now even more ugly, red and purple, it looks quite scary.

Fengyun knew why he became like this.

The wound caused by the crossbow bolt through his neck caused internal bleeding, and blood gushed from his throat area and into his airway.

But because the crossbow arrows injured his spine, he lost control of his body, and couldn't spit out the blood, which accumulated in the airway, making him unable to breathe, and that's why his face became so ugly.

Fengyun didn't mean to help him breathe smoothly, not because he couldn't do it, but because he didn't want to do it at all.

Under the influence of his ears and eyes, his heart has become very cold and hard towards the enemy, and he doesn't care about the feelings of the Black Crow King's son at all.

Of course, he would do this because of his physical condition.

Although the son of the Black Crow King is not very powerful, he is only an intermediate totem warrior, but as long as he becomes a totem warrior, he will not be comparable to ordinary people in all aspects.

For example, if you hold your breath, the time for ordinary people to hold your breath is very short, but for totem warriors, it takes much longer.

Don't look at the face of the Black Crow King's son who has become ugly because of holding his breath. In fact, he is far from reaching his limit. At least for a while, it is impossible for him to die.

After Fengyun settled the son of the Black Crow King, he took off the quiver on his back and sorted it out.

These quiveres were taken from the dead warriors of the Black Crow Tribe when Fengyun left.

After some resettlement, Fengyun found that his harvest was not bad.

He got almost two quiver arrows in total.

He inserted/inserted two quiver bags into the soil in front of him, and then reached out to take off the bow he was carrying.

Through the bamboo, he glanced at the warriors of the Black Crow Tribe who were still fighting with the Baicao Tribe, and there was a cold light in his eyes.

He reached out to a quiver, knocked out a few arrows from it, all hit the bowstring, and pulled it away, but he didn't shoot them out immediately, but turned his head to look at the Black Crow King son. (To be continued.)