Du Muhan buried his head and ate hard, which made me look at him with sympathy, but I also felt it was natural in my heart that you did not look like a human with this lizard head.

If I hadn't been in contact with you for so long, I would have thought you should eat raw meat and drink blood.

Who knows you still want to eat cooked meat?

The prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain, and this sentence is sincere and does not deceive me.

This incident is just a small episode on our northbound journey.

About three or five days later, we finally arrived outside the Red Valley Strait.

Under the gloomy sky, the gray sea is endless, it looks heart-wrenching, as if there are many unknown great dangers buried in it.

It is said that the reason why this place is called Red Valley Strait is because the Lizardman and Honglu people have fought for many years and shed countless blood. Sometimes people claim that they see the sea red.

As if I was the only one at this moment, it would be very troublesome to cross the sea. I had to find a boat first and then carefully avoid the Honglu Samurai stationed on the coast.

But now that Du Muhan is here, everything is much simpler.

This guy can breathe in the water!

On a dark and windy night, Dumuhan jumped out of the water while the nearby warriors were not paying attention.

And I sat on his back, and he carried me across the sea.

When I was close to the coast in the early stage and was more dangerous, I would also bury myself in the water, but I would breathe after a while.

After staying away from the coast, it became much easier. Dumuhan was swimming below. I sat on his back and could drink and eat. It was so pleasant.

This guy has the natural instinct of swimming, and he swam so smoothly, which is more comfortable than taking a boat.

After hearing what I said, Du Muhan couldn't help but curse angrily: "You little bastard, you treat me as a mount!"

I quickly apologized, but I felt that it was a bit like it.

Du Muhan is three meters tall and has the potential to be a mount.

Du Muhan is also a joke. Seeing that I seemed to be a little short of a mount, he said, "Actually, some dead soldiers in our tribe are not very flexible and have been trained as monsters since childhood. If you like it, I will give you a few of them at that time, and you will use them as mounts."

According to Dumuhan, because lizards are rare and intermarriage in close relatives was once very popular, many intellectually disabled people appeared.

So the shamans in their clan proposed a very cruel plan to train some lizard men with poor brains into real monsters who only know how to attack and fight.

Because these dead soldiers received very cruel training since childhood, very few survived, but once the training was successful, each combat power was very terrible, no worse than the lizard king.

You know, Du Muhan's strength is one of the best among the lizardmen.

At the beginning, I fought with the Lizardman on the boat of Fat Mitt. Some of the Lizardman soldiers were even less powerful than some powerful tailmen.

It’s not that lizard people are powerful. They are of the same ethnic group, so they are naturally strong and weak.

Du Muhan said he wanted to give me a dead soldier like this, which made me look forward to it.

A subordinate who is as powerful as a lizard king!

With such a warrior in his hand, he could just walk sideways on this broken island.

Unless you encounter a gun team like outsiders in the company, few other savage forces can do anything to him.

Sooner or later, I will go back to the city of Lu to settle the score with the old dog of the high priest, and his granddaughter Lieshanqiu, a woman who has had a love affair with me, and I will also have to deal with her, let her lower her proud face and kneel at my feet to admit her mistake.

Speaking of which, many of my strange experiences on the island, ultimately, are inseparable from this grandfather and grandson!

If they hadn't for the so-called bullshit immortality and inspiring and promoting the development of curses in my body, I wouldn't have taken so many risks.

Just relying on the pills given to me by Yu Chengyao can suppress the development of the curse.

There is also the little priest from Moon City. This woman also plotted against me fiercely. Although she helped me a lot in the end, I always have to return to the king and find this place to let her know how powerful he is.

At this time, we swam forward on the sea. About three or five hours passed. When it was already dawn, the shadow of land finally appeared in front of us!

Climbing from the sea to the beach in a wet manner, Du Muhan couldn't help but kneel on the sand and gravel, regardless of the stones, he kept tears flowing wildly, crying and laughing, like a madman.

"For eighteen years, I, Muhan, finally came back!"

Du Muhan couldn't help but roared to the sky, his voice ecstatic.

After going through hardships and returning to his hometown, he is indeed worthy of happiness.

At this moment, his roar was like a thunder, making the originally calm morning light suddenly lively. First of all, the birds in the woods by the sea all flew into a fright, making a lot of noise.

Immediately afterwards were teams of alert soldiers rushing towards this side.

Of course, these soldiers are all lizard men.

"What do you do?"

The leading lizard man, with a pair of yellow compound eyes, stared at us with a gaze of scrutiny, full of doubt.

The soldiers behind him also drew out their weapons and surrounded us.

"Tell me clearly about your origin, otherwise I will treat you as a spy and kill it on the spot!" The leading lizard man, wearing a red helmet, spoke very coldly.

I could barely hear this guy's words, because the language of the Lizardman is actually quite similar to that of the Honglu people. After these days with Dumuhan, I gradually understood that the language of the Lizardman and the language of the Honglu people are like the difference between Northeastern dialect and Cantonese.

At first glance, there is a big difference, but if you listen carefully, you can still understand it.

Du Muhan has also taught me a lot of the language of the lizard man these days.

At this moment, the lizard soldiers were obviously full of doubt about us, but there was nothing we could do about it. After all, it was really strange that a human and a lizard man suddenly broke in at dawn, which made people full of doubt.

"Bold! You actually talk to me like this. Have you ever seen this?"

Du Muhan held his head and chest up, and took out an old token from his arms with great majesty. The token looked like a piece of gold and jade, with an extraordinary texture and a big character called Dou.

"You are... His Majesty the King of Dou?"

The lizardman warriors were all frozen on the spot, looking very shocked.

"His Majesty the King of Dou was killed in the battlefield more than ten years ago!"

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