Chapter 4149 Desolate Seventeen

Happy Holy Ruins.

Desolate race.

Great Wilderness City, within a secret territory.

In the land of the barren people, there is a sense of bleakness everywhere, the mountains are bare, and the land is vast.

But amid the desolation and desolation, there is a different kind of vitality.

At this time, a figure was walking along a long ancient road in the secret realm of the Desolate Race.

This person has a strong figure and a restrained temperament. Although his appearance looks thick and big, it is more of a simple and honest feeling.

The appearance is not simple, but the shape is simple!

At this time, the man walked to the end of the ancient road step by step and came to a valley.

In the land full of valleys, there are sown rice fields, rice and so on everywhere.

It's like a farmer's field.

The man just stepped into the valley.

"roll roll roll!"

An impatient cursing voice sounded, and he shouted: "Tamp down a grain of my father, and smash a grain of yours!"

"Uncle Seventeen, it's me..."

Huang Yifan stood at the mouth of the valley at this time, with a helpless smile, he cupped his hands and said.

"What's wrong with you? If you stepped on it, you still pinch it!"

Hearing this, Huang Yifan's whole body trembled, and he entered the valley cautiously.

In the rice field, I saw an old man wearing a coir raincoat and his trousers rolled up, stepping on the mud with bare feet, facing the loess and his back facing the sky.

"Uncle Seventeen, the army has already moved out. Some of them rushed to the north to meet the Chu people, and some of them went to the east to join the Ye people... Let me tell you..."

"knew."

The old man turned his back to Huang Yifan, looking at the rice field with the posture of a little old man.

"Uncle Seventeen, are you still angry?"

Huang Yifan couldn't help but probed.

"Is there any use in being angry? I won't let you send troops, are you happy?"

The old man stood up suddenly, staring at Huang Yifan with a pair of big copper bell-like eyes, cursing: "Your father died early, I fed you up with shit and piss..."

"Uncle Seventeen..." Huang Yifan scratched his head and said, "You used to feed me like this when you were young..."

"piss off."

The old man cursed and said: "I told you not to participate in the war, but your eleventh uncle asked you to join the battle, you hit it off with him, you careless, playing with that kid Mu Qingyu, have you ever played with him?"

Huang Yifan scratched his head again, embarrassed.

"Mu Qingyu is a good person, even if you add up your large intestines and small intestines, you can't stand up to his narrow-mindedness. If they don't play tricks with you, you can't play with them."

"Uncle Seventeen..."

Huang Yifan said helplessly: "Qingyu won't cheat me."

"fart."

Huang Shiqi scolded: "He doesn't even know if he can beat Di Ming, and if he brings you with him, what is it if he isn't cheating you?"

"He is my friend, brother..." Huang Yifan said again: "He has saved me thirteen times..."

"So if you say you're stupid, you're stupid, you're stupid, it's just a routine and you're favoring me!"

Huang Yifan muttered: "Then he can't use his own life to trick me..."

"you……"

"Uncle Seventeen, I'm not the only one who agrees with this. Uncle Eleven told me that Muyun is the disciple of his beloved disciple. His disciple is dead, and his disciple and grandson cannot die..."

"What kind of fart is Uncle Eleven? All these years, he has been figuring it out every day. Why is he not even an emperor, an idiot!"

"Old Seventeen, you just stand behind my back and speak ill of me to the child?" A leisurely voice suddenly sounded.

At the same time, Huang Shiqiyi fell to the ground, knelt down in the rice field with a plop, bowed his head and said, "Brother Eleven, no, I'm talking nonsense..."

However, after a while, there was no sound.

Huang Shiqi raised his head, only to see Huang Eleven's figure somewhere.

"Uncle Seventeen, you..."

Huang Yifan had a suppressed smile on his face at this moment, and said slowly: "Uncle Eleven is not here, he sent someone to send a self image, let me bring it to you..."

As Huang Yifan said, he took out a sapphire-colored bead, the size of a palm.

The bead flashed, and the light radiated everywhere, and I saw Huang Shiyi's figure walking out of the bead.

"Bastard, you are so courageous, how dare you play with me?"

Huang Shiqi was furious at that time, grabbed a handful of mud with his palm, and instantly came to Huang Yifan, and slapped him with a slap.

Huang Yifan wanted to hide.

But can't escape!

A face of dirt, lined up on the face, into the mouth.

Huang Yifan was in a panic all of a sudden.

"Asshole, play with me?"

Huang Shiqi cursed.

"OK OK."

The phantom figure that walked out of the bead was Huang Shiyi, who said at this moment: "Why are you competing with the child? I heard you scolding me. Next time we meet, I will settle the score with you."

At this moment, Huang Yifan brushed away the dirt on his face, and hurriedly stepped aside.

Don't look at the 17th Uncle bluffing every day, when you meet the 11th Uncle, it's like a mouse seeing a cat, and you don't have a shit temper.

"Brother Eleven, I..."

"What? Not satisfied?"

Huang Shiyi looked at Huang Shiqi, and said slowly: "The chaos is coming, the Huang people should participate in the war, they still have to participate in the war."

"Ye Xiaoyao has shown great kindness and virtue to my Desolate Clan in the past. It is impossible for us to stand on the side of the Emperor's family."

Huang Shiqi murmured: "Then we are working our lives for the Ye clan again..."

"You kid, you know what a fart."

Huang Shiyi Xuying wanted to grab Huang Shiqi's head, but he missed it, coughed, stood with his hands behind his back and said, "This Canglan is either named Emperor or Mu, the brilliant Ye Clan The past has passed, we are focusing on the future, and the next bet is whether the emperor's family will win or the shepherd's family will win!"

"You made the right bet, the rise of the Desolate Race."

"It's a wrong bet, and the Desolate Race will be wiped out."

"It's that simple."

Huang Shiyi sighed and said: "Back then, all of our brothers, from the eldest to the ninth, died in the hands of the Di family. It was impossible to help the Di family. Helping the Mu family to fight the Di family is also considered revenge for our brothers."

The Desolate race was also very powerful before.

It's unknown, but it's coming soon.

There are more than 20 brothers in the lineage of Huang Shiyi and Huang Shiqi, and now there are only two of them left.

Most of them died at the hands of the emperor's family, so the Ye family rose, and the Huang family returned to the Ye family.

"Don't forget the hatred of those years."

Huang Shiyi said slowly: "Otherwise... what's the point of you and I surviving?"

Hearing this, Huang Shiqi remained silent.

"correct!"

Huang Shiyi said again: "This time, you should be careful, you might not have a chance to hit the follow-up realm..."

"Um?"

Seeing Huang Shiqi was stunned, Huang Eleven patted his head, then patted nothing, then cursed: "Stupid, sluggish, that Muyun is not an ordinary person, I probably know the fate of the nine-fate emperor, Anyway, get closer to him!"

Hearing this, Huang Shiqi's eyes widened even more.

"Okay, there's nothing else to do, stabilize the hearts of the people, get ready, I'll be here soon, when the time comes...hehe..."

After Huang Shiyi's words fell, he showed a sneer.

With Huang Shi's figure dissipating.

Huang Shiqi was silent for a long time.

"Uncle Seventeen..."

"piss off!"

Huang Shiqi cursed and said: "Well, you Yi Fan, dare to bully me? I remember, I shit and piss..."

"Uncle Seventeen, I'm leaving first."

Before Huang Shiqi finished speaking, Huang Yifan ran away.