Chapter 342: True Intent

"slow!"

Seeing that Fengyun really showed signs of killing the son of the Black Crow King, the middle-aged man couldn't help but change his face and shouted to stop. ≯ Bayi Chinese ≥≯Net ≦＜﹤﹤＜

"What else do you want to say?"

Fengyun's hand stopped exerting force, but there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes looking at the middle-aged man.

Regarding Fengyun's anger, many people at the scene, especially the fighters from the Baicao tribe, could understand it.

The demands made by the middle-aged people are indeed too much.

Mu Qiuxia is the witch of the Baicao Tribe, its core and soul. It is said that she was asked to follow to prevent the injury of the son of the Black Crow King from worsening. In fact, the middle-aged man wanted to control her in his own hands.

Once his intention succeeds, the Black Crow Tribe will win the war.

As long as he used Mu Qiuxia to threaten the Baicao tribe, he might be able to achieve his goal.

Given Mu Qiuxia's importance to the Baicao Tribe, it is impossible for her tribe to ignore her safety. In the end, they are likely to surrender to the Black Crow Tribe because of this.

If this happens, the middle-aged people will have a lot of credit.

The fact that the Black Crow King would send troops to attack the Baicao Tribe does not mean that he does not want to get it, but Mu Qiuxia has always refused his solicitation, so she has the idea of ​​destroying it if she can't get it, so it is a last resort to resort to war For that.

If there is a way for him to get the Baicao Tribe, he will immediately stop attacking it.

Compared to the importance of the entire Baicao tribe to the Black Crow King, even if the Black Crow King's son died of serious injuries in the end, it would be enough to dispel his anger.

"You misunderstood. It's not too late for you to make a decision after I finish speaking."

"explain."

"Although I ask Mu Qiuxia to follow me, it's only within the range of the Zizhu Forest. As long as I get to the edge of the Zizhu Forest, as long as the Seventh Prince's injury does not deteriorate, I will let her come back."

Having said that, he paused for a moment, as if trying to organize his words, and then said: "You should understand me. After all, the Purple Bamboo Forest is the territory of the Baicao Tribe, and they are far more familiar with it than we are, not to mention that there is a There are many organ traps.

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"Even if we agreed to your request and withdrew, we couldn't fly and had to walk through the purple bamboo forest. If they attacked us at this time, wouldn't we be in danger? I asked Mu Qiuxia to go with me. It's just for self-preservation."

"I proposed to let Mu Qiuxia follow. Actually, I wanted her to help us guide the way, so as not to be hurt by those traps. Otherwise, it would be difficult for me to explain to the king."

After hearing the middle-aged man's explanation, Fengyun didn't respond immediately, but turned to look at the Baicao tribe and asked, "What do you think?"

"I think what he said is completely an excuse. If he is really worried about the situation he said, there are other ways to solve it. There is no need to let Wu follow. His purpose is to control Wu."

A middle-aged female warrior from the Baicao tribe took a step forward, showing an angry expression.

"That's right, that's right, his fundamental purpose is to control Wu."

Her words were unanimously agreed by the fighters of the Baicao Tribe.

"You guys misunderstood. I definitely didn't mean that, I really just wanted to protect myself. All I said was..."

Seeing the fierce reaction of the fighters from the Baicao tribe, the middle-aged man couldn't help but change his expression, and hurriedly explained.

"Shut up."

Before he could finish speaking, Fengyun interrupted him, and then he asked the middle-aged female soldier who stood up, "Can you tell me your solution?"

"Can."

"Speaking."

"In fact, the method is very simple. If he is worried that he will be attacked by us, he can let us swear it. What's more, the reputation of our Baicao tribe is obvious to all. Over the years, our Baicao tribe has promised when things will happen. Have you ever regretted it?"

Speaking of this, the middle-aged female soldier gave the middle-aged man a glance, sneered and continued: "As for the traps in the bamboo forest, we have never thought of harming anyone, it is entirely for self-protection. If it is not for trespassing There is no threat at all."

"If you really have something to do with our tribe, you can inform us, and we will send someone to pick them up. It is impossible to touch them. Only enemies like the Black Crow tribe who want to attack the Baicao tribe will see how powerful they are."

"As for what he said about evacuating from here, they will encounter traps, and it is nonsense that they need a witch to show them the way. If they can come here, it means that they have opened a passage in the purple bamboo forest. They just need to follow this path. It’s enough to go back through a passage, and there is no need for someone to show them the way.”

"Excellent explanation."

Feng Yun nodded, then turned to look at the middle-aged man, and asked, "What do you think?"

"This... this..."

The middle-aged man seemed a little hesitant, and seemed unable to refute the middle-aged female warrior's statement, but he finally expressed his opinion.

"There is indeed some truth in what she said, but I still can't be completely relieved. You must know that we are in a state of war with their Baicao tribe now. I can't believe their promises. What if they don't keep their promises?"

"Once this happens, we will be in great danger, and even many people will lose their lives. Not only will I fail the king's trust, but I will also be unable to give an explanation to the dead clansmen."

"So, you still have to stick to your original conditions?"

Fengyun's brows were raised upwards, and he revealed a dangerous breath towards the unsheathed sword.

"Yes. If Mu Qiuxia doesn't go with us, I can only refuse your request. As for the Seventh Prince, if something goes wrong, Wang is reasonable and I believe he will forgive us."

The attitude of the middle-aged man seemed very firm, as if there was absolutely nothing to discuss.

"You are really pathetic. The son of the dignified Black Crow King, actually disregarded your life and death just because he wanted to make meritorious service. I have to say, your life is really a failure."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, Fengyun didn't say anything, but turned to look at the son of the Black Crow King, and mocked him.

"Well……"

I don't know if it was stimulated by Fengyun, or his injury worsened, the son of the Black Crow King let out a low cry, and then a stream of blood gushed out of his mouth, dripping down his chin, There was a large patch of red on his chest.

"Tsk tsk... It's so miserable. He vomited blood."

Fengyun raised his head, looked at the middle-aged man, with a playful look in his eyes, and said, "If the Black Crow King knew that you would not save his son, and just watched him die , what will he do?" (To be continued.)