"He wants to kill me." Ding Mu threw away the short crossbow and said in a sure tone, while his eyes were also staring at Old Gurja "and I killed him in the duel."

Several gypsies stopped, and they began to look at each other at a loss, and then looked at Lao Gurja together.

Old Guerjia's face was slightly distorted. He knew what Ding Mu said. At this time, he also understood why Ding Mu had been ridiculously asking his nephew if he wanted to kill him.

Only when he tempts his nephew to publicly announce to everyone that he wants to kill him will he have enough reason to kill Guerja.

"Cunning Gaje!"

The flesh on Old Gurja's face was trembling. He had no son. To him, Little Gurja was his child. He also hoped that this nephew would marry Sophia and inherit his position as the leader in the future.

But now, this Jiajie man has made all this empty.

An old man stood up, his orange-skinned face was filled with wrinkles without any expression, only a pair of eyes flashed.

After glanced at Ding Mu, the old man spoke slowly.

Ding Mu couldn't understand what he was saying, so he could only judge the possible results from the expressions of the people around him and Sophia beside him.

Finally, with the old man's words, Sophia showed a happy expression on her face, and Xiaskina next to her seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"The elder said you won the duel," Xiaskina first told Ding Mu the good news, and then said, "But although you killed our tribe members in the duel, we still want to punish you."

"Punishment?" Ding Mu instinctively took a step back, nervousness arose in his heart. Although he had thought before he decided to kill Guerja, the gypsy would not avenge themselves because they had to follow their traditions, but once they really did not follow the rules, what was waiting for him would be the worst outcome.

"Although it is a duel, killing someone else's son and causing his family to lose their relatives and labor force is a serious crime. You have to work for us, and it is the dirtiest and tiring work." Looking at Ding Mu's slightly white face, Xiaskina then said the following words. "You must compensate Xiao Guerja's family, because his parents are dead, so what you need to compensate is the head man. You have to do a full thousand days of work for him."

One thousand days?

Ding Mu was stunned, and his mind was quickly turning on his mind.

Not to mention three years, maybe one year or six months, as long as you are not too lucky to encounter robbers or war, you will be sure to adapt and survive in this era.

By then, I can take Sophia away from these gypsies.

With Sophia Ding Mu, I don’t know when he had such a weird idea, it seemed that the girl next to me really became his wife.

However, looking at Lao Guerja's hatred gaze opposite him, he knew that things in the future were not as simple as he thought.

It was only when he found out from Sakina about what methods the uncle and nephew might use to stop their wedding, he had already made a decision.

He could not forget the attack on the night in Klecce Village, nor did he forget the eyes of the assassin who almost killed him.

In the past twenty years, he had never been stared at by that look. The murderous aura in it made Ding Mu wake up even in his sleep.

But he saw that look in the eyes of Guerjia, which made Ding Mu not doubt that he would definitely kill him as long as he had the chance.

Since you will be harmed by him sooner or later, it is better to start first!

He was ready, and when he found out from Sakina that Gurja might use tradition to challenge him at the wedding, Ding Mu decided to take a risk.

Sophia's betrothal gift was replaced with several uninnovative skirts, and this was what Sophia asked Shaskina to quietly exchange for from the nearby town with her charm.

And the real betrothal gift - the short crossbow was hidden by Ding Mu under Sophia's bride skirt.

Thinking about a bride holding a murderous weapon under her skirt, it seems a bit ridiculous, but with Ding Mu's insistence, Sophia finally agreed to his request.

But until the end, Ding Mu was still hesitating.

He knew that if he really killed Xiao Gulja, even if it was limited to the gypsy tradition, he would suffer revenge from Lao Gulja in the future, so he still hoped that things would not go that far.

But when he asked continuously, the words were filled with Xiao Guerjia's murderous throat gesture, Ding Mu understood that he had no way out and had to kill the other party!

Take a crossbow, mount an arrow, and pull the machine!

He practiced this series of movements many times in secret until the two crossbow arrows were shot out.

It was only when everything was settled and looking at the limp body of Gurja who was carried away by several gypsies, he truly realized a terrible idea:

I killed someone myself!

And it killed a person in a nearly murderous way!

At this point, Ding Mu's hands and feet were a little cold. He knew that it was not because of the weather, but because of the fear in his heart.

The wedding could no longer continue, and the gypsies looked at Ding Mu with strange eyes when they left.

Guerja is a member of the tribe, but Ding Mu killed him by following the ancient tribe rules, which made many gypsy people not know how to treat the murderer who just killed their clan.

"We will get up early to work from tomorrow," the elder who announced the verdict asked Xiaskina to pass on her words to Ding Mu. "The most tiring, dirtiest and hardest work is the punishment."

Ding Mu could only respond with a bitter smile to this.

Killing a person, but only using tiring work as a punishment, made him feel the insignificance and humility of life in this era again.

Maybe I am really sentimental. Compared with my future situation, Gurja's affairs should be let go.

Ding Mu looked at the figure of Old Guerjia gradually disappearing into the darkness and thought to himself.

Sophia reached out and pinched Ding Mu's arm. When she saw him turn to look over, she said softly, "Ah," and then pulled him to the caravan.

Ding Mu's heart suddenly felt warm. Although the two of them lived together a few days ago, today it suddenly became different from usual.

Under the moonlight, the caravan seemed to be covered by an ambiguous halo, and looked like it was filled with an inexplicable charming atmosphere.

“Ah~”

"Sofia, we are like this."

"ah?"

"No, that's it."

"ah!"

"Forget it, let's do it."

In the end, Ding Mu couldn't resist Sophia's temper as if she was about to yell. She obediently crawled out of the corner of the caravan, hugged the blanket into the newlyweds' tent that had been set up.

Soon, Sophia's even light snoring came from the tent, while Ding Mu leaned against the tent with a short crossbow, staring at the shadow of the camp under the dim moonlight.
Chapter completed!