The next day.

Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan came as scheduled. When they arrived at the village of the tribe here, they did not bring many people. A total of 300 people came, and a hundred people would be dispatched to participate in the hunting. The remaining 200 were guards.

Of course, this group of people does not include Xiao Bei and others. They are children after all. Unlike Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan, they have strong combat power. Their guards are more than 500, but they do not participate in the hunting. They invite local children to play in Dianchi Lake.

Fan Fan also got up early. Last night he slept very well, unlike in the past. He was always worried that people with the surname Meng would suddenly call him or that someone from Liuzhao would attack him.

Fan Fan was not worried at all when he was sleeping, and he didn't believe it. Xiaobao and Juanjuan came over and would have a defense loophole in this area.

Therefore, he made an exception and drank a little more local wine, fell asleep in a daze, and even the subordinates he brought him drank and lay down to rest. He didn't even warn him. Not far away was the camp of Xiaobao and Juanjuan. What else can I be afraid of?

As soon as we met today, Zhang Xiaobao smiled and said to Fan Fan: "Depending on the situation, you had a good rest last night? Your eyes are so bright."

"Hehe, you are by your side. When Xiao Bei and the others returned yesterday, they would definitely mention me. Not to mention in my brother's tribe, even if they were in the enemy camp, you would not let me have any dangerous situations and take advantage of me, haha."

Fan Fan was not reserved and laughed at Zhang Xiaobao.

Cuan Moa next to him then realized why Fan Fan, who had never drunk alcohol, drank so much last night because Zhang and Wang's family were camping not far away. What a great confidence.

It only explains one problem. The Zhang and Wang families are crazy and have nowhere to go. Their existence represents stability. Otherwise, how dare Fan Fan not let people guard?

Cuanmoa didn't realize that he was shorter than others. He didn't have the confidence to let the people in his tribe go out, and then he brought some people to the side to camp. Then the people in his tribe would be relieved.

Cuan Moa asked Fan Fan in dissatisfaction and evil, "What if I had attacked you last night?"

"I will hear a bang sound. I will never see you alive again when I wake up in the morning. Actually, I regret it. I shouldn't live with you. My best place to live is next to their tent, so that they will save some fun."

Fan Fan smiled and said to Cuan Moa, "He knew Cuan Moa was a joke." And he was not careful about Cuan Moa. He used to be guarded against other people."

"What does it mean?" Cuan Moa was confused.

"It's not interesting. Last night, when Xiaobao and Juanjuan knew that I lived in your village, they would send people to hide in the dark to protect us. They worked very hard all night, so I regret it. I shouldn't have done this. When I go back, I don't have the profits this time, otherwise I will feel uneasy."

Fan Fan said confidently. His eyes began to sweep around, and suddenly stopped, pointed to a place, and said to Cuan Moa: "Look there, Xiaobao and Juanjuan's snipers, I guess it would be better to stare at them for more than an hour."

Cuan Moa looked along the place Fan Fan pointed to, and there was indeed a group of people yawning out of their village. He had no idea when they came in.

"Where are they hiding? Know you? Send someone to protect you?" Cuanmoa said in surprise.

Fan Fan shook his head: "I don't know you. But I am from the Tang Dynasty. I was a little selfish yesterday and was tired of Xiaobao and Juanjuan's family. The purpose is to tell you why I protect them so much. Now you know? With them by my side, I will be absolutely safe."

A kind of indescribable envy appeared in Cuan Moa's heart. He imagined himself as Fan Fan, and perhaps he would protect the Xiaobao and Juanjuan. In order to protect a person who belonged to them, they hid people in the village.

"They took the stick..."

"Gun. You will know it's powerful in a while. As a brother, I advise you not to think that the force of your tribe is powerful and far from it, and you don't believe it." Fan Fan said helplessly.

When Zhang Xiaobao heard them speak, he stepped forward and gave Cuan Moa a hug, then took two steps back, and said with a smile: "I have heard of Chief Cuan Moa's wisdom for a long time. When I met today, I realized that it is better to meet than to meet, and meeting is even better than to be famous."

Cuan Moa was not stupid either. He knew that this was a scene and was displeased. He asked, "Do you don't believe in my ability to protect the Fan Dong family?"

"Yes." Zhang Xiaobao's answer was more straightforward, and he continued: "I really don't worry about you. Fan Fan is a native of the Tang Dynasty. I didn't come, so I can't say anything. Since I have arrived here, all of the Tang Dynasty people are under my protection.

On any land, I dare to walk around and do whatever I want. Do you dare? Don’t say that in other places, just on the banks of Dianchi Lake, aren’t you worried that the tribe of the Meng surname will suddenly come over?

There are two types of people who are strong, and the strong will always be strong for people; the strong will be stronger when facing the sky. Do you dare to say that? The entire Tang people know that Juanjuan and I never give in to natural disasters. For people, we can communicate but do not accept any threats or intimidation. Are you not convinced?"

Zhang Xiaobao has already seen Cuan Moa's character. If you reason with him, it will be useless, except for strength, it will be sincere.

Cuan Moa's breathing became rapid, and he was indeed stimulated by Zhang Xiaobao's words. He wanted to use the warrior's way to challenge the man who was not as old as himself.

But he stared at Zhang Xiaobao, and gave up as he looked. He knew that he could not beat the person in front of him. Although the man stood there in a casual manner, there seemed to be no flaws in his body. Especially the exposed arms and the exposed calves of the rolled trouser legs.

The meat inside was all in one by one, which looked very obvious, not one piece at a time. There was also the flesh bulging high on the other party's neck, which looked relaxed, but all proved that it had strong resistance to beating.

Cuanmoa even had the idea that he would be knocked down by the other party in the blink of an eye, because he was also a hunter. When he saw the other party, he felt that he was facing a lone wolf, or a tiger with a small size but very aggressive power.

When I looked at the woman next to me who was called Juanjuan by Fan Fan, how could her position make me so uncomfortable? When I treated the other party as an enemy, I vaguely felt that once I launched an attack, I would face the surging tides of two people like the hurricane blowing from Dianchi Lake.

Cuanmoa couldn't figure it out, but he would never ignore his intuition, so he looked back and forth.

"Cuan Moa, what are you looking at? Xiaobao and Juan Juan, they are very kind." Fan Fan touched Cuan Moa and said.

Cuan Moa almost cried, kind? Look at their positions and let me guard against which side? The people who do business really have no vision.

Zhang Xiaobao took a step back, and Cuan Moa felt comfortable in an instant. Then he heard the person on the other side say, "When hunting, we directly use our normal weapons to bully you. Let's do this, let you see what our normal weapons look like. Then, we will give up this weapon and compete with you.

In this way, you don’t have to be upset or dissatisfied. Juanjuan and I are by your side and let’s hunt together. Please remind me, don’t do any small moves on Juanjuan and me, otherwise…”

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Chapter completed!