MTL - Bestial Blade-Chapter 70 What do you mean by me?

The gate outside the city of Haizhu is no longer the same as the original small city. Looking from the bottom to the top is like a towering cloud. Below the city is a plank road and a deep moat.

Qing Liang was carrying a large basket of herbs and was walking back from outside the city. His superiority as a unique orc physician was undoubtedly revealed-born with strength, a person with more than one high-pressure herbal basket was behind him. On the back, it seemed to be effortless.

In the inner city, because the young man who floated on the autumn festival saw the crowds of girls on the street, he was attractive, but he did not dare to say hello, and I didn't know what he thought. Joke-patting his right shoulder from the left, while Qingliang turned back to the right, turned over the bulky herbal basket and knocked him, then he ran away with a laugh, and "attracted" a bunch The eyes of the girls.

Qing Liang was very distressed, with a head of stalks and blades of grass, the young girls pointed and pointed him like a man with his back, his ears were red, and he could not wait to get into the seam.

However, he didn't make a violent thunder, and he didn't even say a word to the person who had played a bad joke, but just stood for a moment, then sighed, squatted down, put down the basket, silently picked the herbs on the ground and himself, and restarted Pick it up in the basket.

Changan turned around outside the city, just glimpsed, and glanced at it again. I wondered when I climbed up to the shore, chopped the river, and looked stupidly at the crippled man who drooled with his fingers. Suddenly, he raised his hand and pointed out the direction of the customs. He suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of his fingers. Chang'an took the opportunity and stepped him into the river with a kick.

Listening only to the sound of "Song Tong", the huge fish tail flipped the white waves in the river, startled several city guards around, and then a thin cry came from below, and the sultry's upper body rose from the water. Bare chest and arms ... and an aggrieved face, eyes red like a rabbit, grinning, tears, and shyly walking away.

Chang'an didn't look at him, but turned to the city tower and said to one of the city guards: "Go and bring a few people to get the kid back just now, tell him to pick up the herbs and wash them clean, and then put them back when you make a mistake."

The city guard immediately responded, and soon caught the young man back, forcing his head to squat down and picking up Qingliang.

For a time, all the people in the street gathered to see the lively, Qingliang became even more red-faced, and waved his hands and said no.

The head of the castle guard said blankly, "By the orders of the Lord."

After speaking, he stopped speaking, and stood with his waist stick upright, and surrounded the young orc in the middle.

The young orc was watched in public, asking him to bend down to pick the herbs, and he was ashamed to die immediately-especially in front of the young girls.

The name of the orc boy is Yu Chun. The color of the animal pattern on his hand is very light. Although it is not the rare silver of Huayi, it is quite rare.

Yu Chun was born with great vitality and was a leader among the younger generation of orcs. His father was originally a tribal leader. After taking his tribe back to Huayi, he got an elder seat.

I don't know when it started, there are rumors that Yu Chun is a silver-printed orc, acting like the East China Sea King Huayi.

Yu Chun had high self-esteem. Where could she withstand such insults, she turned the beast on the spot in an exclamation, pushed several city defenders apart, and growled.

The city guards looked up and saw that Chang'an was standing barefoot on the city tower and looked down. Naturally he refused to lose his prestige in front of the city lord, so two humanized beasts, and the other two showed their swords, turning Yu Chun Trapped in the middle, but after a while, he took it down.

Yu Chun was pressed to the ground by the five body cast, and she refused to accept it. She scolded insultingly in her mouth. Seeing that more and more people were watching, she only felt that she was humiliated by her clothes and was humiliated by the public. , Just want to ignore it, and said to Qingliang, who was at a loss, "I don't know who you are? You are just a natural waste! I heard people say that you are a sub-beast and eat it Medicine has become what these four different looks look like today, but waste or waste! But it's a fool to please the city owner, you **** ...

Qingliang's flushed face paled, and his forehead was still sweaty. He stuck a small amount of hair to his head, his lips moved, and he could not think of any rebuttal. He had to lower his head in shame and feel himself. Anyway, I followed Changan for a few days to learn the sword, which was a loss of his face.

Yu Chun was still dissatisfied, struggling and sneering: "What else is your Lord of the City? But it crawled out of the king's bed, and the cheap Asian beast can become the Lord of the City!"

The face of the castle guard on the tower changed, and he said, "The Lord ..."

Chang'an frowned, his eyes froze, and there was a silence on the tower, not even the people out of the air.

After a long while, Chang'an slowly said, "Insulting the city master, dragging it out and hitting a stick in accordance with the city rules, throwing it back to the elders' home, so that he doesn't be busy doing big things every day, and discipline his son. "

The events in the outer city didn't seem to affect people's enthusiasm for the autumn hunting festival. At night, it was almost full of people's voices and dancing.

Huayi sent someone to look for it a few times, and finally went out in person to retrieve Changan, who had already changed classes. The master of the city seems to have no sense of festivals, and he is still meticulous and personally patrolling people City, there is no fun at all.

When I got closer, Huayi smelled a smell of wine in Chang'an. He suddenly looked bad, and his heart was good for the autumn festival. The first glass of wine was not with me. Which one did n’t know him, so he robbed him first. ?

Huayi asked darkly, "Drinking?"

Changan responded: "I met Cazor on the way after changing the shift, and took a few sips. I was probably bitter, and wanted to ask you to intercede."

Hearing that he shouldn't, he sticked to Chang'an sticky, sniffed the slight taste of his wine, and muttered uncomfortably, "Let's go home."

Chang'an raised his hand and pushed him away, saying solemnly: "Often that's not good."

Huayi stared. After a while, it reacted to "what kind", and immediately cried and laughed: "Who said it ?!"

Chang'an: "Solem."

Huayi: "..."

Chang'an took a meaningful look at his waist-wrapped belt and said, "He said that if you do not control yourself at night, you will easily lose your hair during the day. I think you ... you ... you should raise it well. "

What is "Good Parenting"? Still speaking in such a stupid tone?

The row of slaves following Huayi immediately bowed their heads, pretending not to hear the "private incident" in the king's account.

Huayi snorted into a beast shape, rushed to hold Changan's collar, retracted the sharp claws into the meat pad, held Changan with the claws, and placed his head on Changan's shoulders. It's like squashing him.

Chang'an said "Ouch", Huayi's claws just pressed against his waist, and there was a soreness that was inhumane to outsiders, which almost made his knees soft, and he made a clever effort to get out. I do n’t know that Huayi is very shameless. While everyone is busy, there are no other people besides his slaves and guards, so he ignores his face like a cat who just hits the ball, and leans in unwillingly to keep Changan under control. .

At this moment, Huayi's ears suddenly moved, and they slackened according to Chang'an's paw. Then he pulled up the collar of Chang'an, and jumped forward a full three or four feet away. A scream screamed behind him. A juvenile slave was pierced in the chest.

Han Guang struck, a epee slashed at the place where the founder of Huayi, Changan, was standing, and the dust set off Lao Gao.

The first sword broke, and the second sword chased immediately. Chang'an thought about it, and found the half-knife that he used to practice his hands on the inside of his coat from his arms.

Assassins and Chang'an each took a step back. Chang'an's back bumped into the arms of Huayi, who did not know when to restore human form. A group of slaves without combat power were immediately resolved. Under the fire, three or four assassins had surrounded them. Around them, there were beasts with sharp blades and sharp teeth. They were all blindfolded and could not see who they were.

Changan slowly adjusted the position of the knife in his hand, glanced at the person in front of him, and asked lowly, "Who came to die?"

Only a masked assassin sneered, "It's just a mean Asian beast, what a thing!"

Changan's pupils shrank.

At the same time, a person who did not know where to hide suddenly rushed up from behind the two. It turned out to be a cavitation beast, the huge minions pressed down from top to bottom, Changan and Huayi flashed to each side, and the assassin swept across. Chang'an's chest was cut off, and he left it empty. Chang'an stepped on the wall next to him with the agility that was completely incomparable to the one before him. No one could see exactly how he passed. The side of the assassin.

The assassin only felt a chill, and it was too late to turn around. He actually hit the blade with a small opening on his neck. The blood spattered three feet on the spot. Standing.

"What do you think I am?" Chang An said coldly, staring at the looming life symbol in the assassin's eyes, then kicked the body apart.

In the morning on the city tower, although Chang'an heard the fire at that time, he didn't take it too seriously, but he heard the same thing twice a day. He didn't have time to think about the connection in the middle, but a sense of ominousness rose for no reason.

Just then, hundreds of miles away, a man with a tall body was sitting in the door of the tent, holding a young child in his hand, listening to the sound of the tribe's festive celebrations not far away, and his long fingers gently touched The child's hair calmed him drowsily, as if in a daze.

The girl's high-pitched song sounded, as if pulling back the man's mind.

A smile suddenly appeared on his handsome face, but for some reason, he showed a few strange looks stiffly, and suddenly said: "East Sea King, silver teeth ... Huayi, this is really amazing, sheep Similar boys can grow minions. "

One said, "Our people should have acted."

The man chuckled and raised his hand to signal the slave to take the child in his arms. He stood up, folded his long sleeves, turned to walk into the account, and said indifferently: "I know him, the weak little brother ... … It looks unusual from a urination, but now it can be more bluffing. The silver-crested orc, destined to return ... He, how can it look strong, his weakness is engraved in the bones, wait, that always Can kill him. "