Chang Geng may have some blood between his lips and teeth, and a slight sip will make him a sip of fishy sweetness.

Ge Pang Xiao had just run a few steps, and he was already as if he was about to die. However, this little fat man unexpectedly knew the importance and always held Chang Geng's sleeves tightly, clenched his hands so cold and sticky sweat were covered with cold and sticky sweat. Chang Geng, who was obsessed with cleanliness, had no time to shake him away. The two teenagers were like two desperate young beasts, showing their childish fangs in a desperate situation.

The person at the end of the path raised his hand and raised his mask to his forehead, revealing his handsome facial features.

His cheeks were thin, and there seemed to be a shadow in his slightly sunken eye sockets, reflecting the Central Plains that stretched for thousands of miles. When his eyes fell on Chang Geng from a high point, the meaning inside was extremely complicated, as if he had a little nostalgia and a little pride, which made him look very human.

Unfortunately, this human touch is very thin, and it is still covered with deep hatred, like a red line buried in the boundless snow outside the pass. Although it exists, it disappears in a blink of an eye.

The roar of heavy steel armor came one after another, and the sharp heavy armor fell behind the man, and more than twenty barbarian heavy armors came.

The wind came from behind, and Chang Geng turned his head alertly, and his shoulder was first pressed down - the one who came was Shen Yi in black armor.

Shen Yi's body was stained with more blood, and the black iron body looked even more dim.

Ge Pangxiao was unaware of the inside story and almost broke out of the frame with his eyes staring: "Shen...Mr. Shen?"

Chang Geng turned his head and spit out a mouthful of blood from his mouth: "That's the general of Xuantie Camp, the people around Anding Hou, don't scream."

Ge Pangxiao's tongue suddenly twisted into a hemp rope, and thousands of fat pieces from his body stuttered in unison: "An, An An Dinghou!"

Shen Yi stretched out a black iron hand at Ge Pangxiao with guilt.

The hand was as big as the boy's head and was stained with blood. Ge Pangxiao instinctively closed his eyes and shrank his neck, but the iron hand just gently held the back of his head, which was softer than a piece of feather falling on his head, and did not break a piece of his hair.

Shen Yi blocked the two teenagers behind him, stood still, and turned to the man at the end of the path: "I heard that Prince Getu, the 'headed wolf' of the Eighteenth Division of the Sky Wolf, had an amazing son named..."

The barbarian continued lightly: "Calai - if you are the ones in the Central Plains, it means 'Yehuo'."

"Criminal Yinghuo, you are polite." Mr. Shen held the wind cutting blade, slowly raised the iron fist and placed it on his chest, and used the barbarian etiquette as the customs.

The prince of the barbarian asked, "Ghost Crow, report your name."

"The nameless man is not worthy of being a good man," Shen Yi smiled and asked in his scholarly-like, soft voice, "The Eighteen Northern Barbarians have been ruling our dynasty for more than ten years. Over the years, they have made good friends, paid tribute and trade, and have been in peace with each other. I, Daliang, thought I had never treated you badly. I dare to ask what is the reason why you come here uninvited now, and the swords and weapons are as good as the unarmed people, women and children?"

Ge Pangxiao was shocked - Mr. Shen was still wearing a ridiculous apron when he woke up early in the morning and cursed around the pot. At this time, there was a row of barbarians in front of him. In his independent and dull black armor, there was a kind of motionless "I will go thousands of people."

The prince of the barbarians looked at each other for a moment, and snorted without a smile.

Then, his eyes fell on Chang Geng again, and he said in a verbal verb of Daliang, "I just heard from my brothers that there were people from Xuantie Camp in this border city. I also said that they were exaggerating. It turned out to be true. So it seems... is another rumor true? The son born to the goddess who was forcibly robbed by your Central Plains Emperor was really hidden here?"

Chang Geng's heart hopped fiercely.

After looking at Chang Geng for a moment, the prince of the barbarian looked at him a little bit unbearable.

The tall barbarian raised his head slightly, and it was a little cloudy. The clouds in the sky were like a cover, and he threw himself into his eyes that were filled with abyss. He murmured to an unknown god in the sky: "The goddess of the Eighteen Goddess of the Heavenly Wolf Eighteen are the cleanest elf on the grassland. Tianfeng also wants to kiss the corner of her skirt. All living beings will bow their heads when they see her. Where she sings and dances, there will be herds of cattle and sheep, lush grass and trees, and countless flowers can bloom under the feet of the Changshengtian..."

His voice had a strange rhythm, as if he was humming a pastoral song from the grassland.

"This general," said the prince of the barbarian, "You have occupied our pastures, hollowed out the hard work of the earth, and robbed our goddess of gods. Now you are here to ask me why I came here, which is too unreasonable. The sages of your country have taught you how to be robbers through the ages and have educated thousands of people? Even in Xuantie Camp, you are the only one here. I advise you to get out of here, give the little bastard to me, burn a fire to atone for the sins of the defiled goddess, and calm the resentment of the defiled goddess. I really... can't see his face!"

Ge Pangxiao's heart was always in a mess. When he heard this, he finally understood a few words and asked, "Brother, he said little...hehe, is it you?"

Chang Geng said in a silence: "Can you say a few less words?"

"The prince said this..." Shen Yi shook his head helplessly, "It's really a bad person who complains first. It's okay. It's boring to trace the reasons for the Northern Expedition 14 years ago. If you want to fight, you can fight."

He fell to the ground like an iron nail, and the low walls on both sides of the narrow alley were flattened by heavy armors that were taller than the walls. Two rows of Northern Barbarian warriors divided into two groups, surrounding Shen Yi and Chang Geng and others in the middle with murderous intent.

Shen Yi took off a short sword from his body and handed it to Chang Geng: "Be careful with your highness."

Mr. Shen spoke politely, but his hands were very dark. Before he finished speaking, he was better off.

Nearly one foot long steam spurted out from behind the Xuan Armor. The wind-cutting blade in his hand screamed and popped out, like a sharp whirlwind. He swept it away. The three barbarian warriors closest to him were caught off guard. The golden box in his heart was crushed at the same time and was immediately locked in place by heavy armor.

The barbarian prince shouted and rushed over, bringing a sultry and scorching wind.

Shen Yi met without hesitation, and shouted at Chang Geng and Ge Pangxiao: "Run!"

The Xuan Tie Camp's Xuan Erectile Dynasties are indeed exquisite, but they are also too exquisite. It is said that a set of Xuan Erectile Dynasties is more than 40 kilograms lighter than ordinary heavy armor. Shen Yi was originally like a weak scholar, far less powerful than the barbarian prince. He raised the wind-cutting blade with both hands and barely held the other party's thunder and thunder, but he was forced to retreat.

Two heavy armors strife, the surrounding low walls, courtyards, stone houses... and even big trees that were hugging together were all spared, and they fell down in a panic.

The prince of the barbarian shouted: "Leave that little bastard!"

Several heavily armored barbarians moved in response, and the snow-white steam flew around, intercepting the two teenagers with three legs in total.

Chang Geng was in front of his chest, and one leg could not bear it at all, so he had to hang softly on one side. His chest slammed, his heart seemed to burst out, his face was filled with gloomy childishness, and the wolf nature hidden deep in his blood was forced out while looking at the barbarian warrior fiercely. Regardless of whether the so-called "goddess" was his confusing mother, even if it was a strange story about burning his son to pay tribute to his own mother?

Ge Pangxiao wiped his nose and asked in a daze in the noisy dust: "Brother, you are really 'Your Highness', isn't that developed?"

Chang Geng: "I'm so developed. I'm a mistake. I'm going to die. Why don't you run away?"

Ge Pang Xiao thrust his chest: "I won't run away, I will follow my elder brother...ah, mom!"

Two barbarians rushed over from left to right. Ge Pangxiao, who was still talking loudly, was caught by one of them, raised it over his head, and wanted to throw him to death.

The fat Ge Xiao's little eyes were fast and his hands were fast, and his limbs were scattered like a dying puppy. He hugged the branches of the big tree next to him. Inhuman power burst out from the line of life and death, and he barely hung himself on the tree.

Unfortunately, although he was not a human, his pants were still a piece of cloth, and he was torn off in one go.

I don’t know if Ge Pangxiao was wise or was scared. Seeing that his pants were killed, he took advantage of the situation and sucked the boy’s urine and poured it on the face of the heavily armored barbarian.

The barbarian pushed the mask up and picked it up, without wasting any waste.

The barbarian was so angry that he roared on the spot, swept the iron fist and wanted to sweep the little boy to death. Unexpectedly, his feet suddenly lost control. It turned out that Chang Geng dodged the enemy's gap, stood there while he stood still, aimed at the place, and tricked the dagger into the seam of the steel legs.

The short sword is worthy of the production of Xuan Iron Camp. It is extremely sharp and cannot be cut off the side of the steel armor leg guard. The barbarian lost his balance and fell to his knees directly, blocking his companion impartially. Ge Pang Xiao Pang jumped to the treetops like a monkey, and walked lightly on the eaves and walls. He bravely picked up the bricks on the wall next to him and shouted at Chang Geng: "Brother dodge!"

White mist was sprayed out from Chang Geng's feet. Before he could stand up, he dragged him against the ground a few feet away. Then a large stone fell down and was hitting the barbarian's helmet. After a "bang", the tail sound was like an lingering sound, which lasted for three days.

Ge Pangxiao: "Take your pants, bastard, let you strip your pants!"

Chang Geng was so tired that he was about to struggle to stand up with one leg when he suddenly tightened his neck and a huge iron hand fell from the sky, lifting him up.

Chang Geng subconsciously touched the iron-fist buckle, but the barbarian did not allow him to leverage his power at all, so he wanted to slap him on the wall on the spot.

Shen Yi was entangled by the barbarian prince and was beyond the reach of—

At this moment, a sharp horse neighed, and a gorgeous iron arrow passed by like a bamboo shoot. Through the thick steel plate, the barbarians who grabbed Chang Geng directly nailed the low wall.

The short wall could not bear the weight of heavy armor and collapsed. Chang Geng fell in a mess in a ruin. He heard a loud eagle cries with extremely strong penetrating power from the sky. He looked in response and saw two huge black shadows hovering in the air, condescendingly covering the eighteen iron men of the barbarian prince within the range of the longbow and iron arrow.

The barbarian prince suddenly looked up and was stunned: "Xuanying!"

A man replied not far away: "That's not right? Long time no see, the third ministry of Xuantie asked His Highness to be safe."

The sound was so familiar that Chang Geng shook all over his body. He knelt among the ruins of stone bricks and rubble, and looked at the man wearing light armor and coming from the horse in disbelief.

The man wore the lightest armor, which was specially used for riding horses. He only had thirty kilograms on his body, and was also called "light fur".

He didn't wear a mask, and even held the helmet casually in his hand, revealing a face that had accidentally penetrated Chang Geng's dream, and the cinnabar mole at the corners of his eyes was burning red.

Ge Pangxiao squatted on the wall and shook it, almost falling down, pinching his thigh hard: "Mom...are you not my sixteenth uncle?"

"Yes, my eldest nephew," "Chen Shiliu" rode forward without any concern, as if the enemy formation was completely out of his eyes. He arrogantly pulled out a wind-cutting blade from his waist, pushed the barbarian's body away, turned around and scolded Ge Pang on the wall, "Little bastard, you can walk the birds in the street, and you can also find a leaf to cover it."

Ge Pangxiao hurriedly reached out to cover her hand shyly.

But Chang Geng stared at him tightly and forgot where he was.
Chapter completed!