Not to mention that Wu Feng led more than a hundred men and horses to kill Wang Bo’s lair in a mighty manner, preparing to collect his wealth. But he said that the place where Wang Ting was imprisoned.

The place where Wang Ting was imprisoned was an empty house. The empty house had been idle for a long time. There was a lot of firewood piled up inside. The air emitted a slightly moldy smell.

Wang Ting was tied up in various colors and was still on the ground casually. At this moment, Wang Ting's hair was disheveled, and the yellow turbans on his head were gone, looking extremely miserable. In addition, there were two strong men outside the door guarding. The two of them stared at Wang Ting with their eyes wide open, staring at Wang Ting, afraid that Wang Ting would escape.

Looking at the surrounding environment, I felt my desolation. Wang Ting's eyes were full of resentment.

"I am a yellow turban Taoist priest, but I ended up like this. Wu Feng, Wu Feng, I'll see how you were hacked to death by Uncle Wang."

At this moment, Wang Ting had no hope of life. He only hoped to see Wu Feng's fate before he died.

By the way, in the past few days, Wang Ting had already found out the name of the young man, Wu Feng.

"kill."

At this moment, there was a loud shout at the entrance of the village, and there seemed to be a fierce battle.

Suddenly, the two strong men guarding the door changed their colors.

"I've suffered a war at the entrance of the village. It must be Wang Bo's coming." One of the strong men said in a trembling voice. Although he was very confident in Wu Feng, Wang Bo's reputation was beyond his reach, and he still felt a little uneasy.

"It's okay, it's okay. Our Junhou is doing things so well, and he will definitely not lose to Wang Bo." Another person comforted him, but his body couldn't stop trembling, and the comfort he said was not as heavy as it was.

"Hahaha, Wang Bo is here, Wang Bo is here." Unlike these two guards, Wang Ting was extremely crazy when he heard the sound of killing and struggled to remember it, but he started, wanted to dance, but was tied up again. In the end, he could only lie on the ground, but despite this, his expression was extremely happy.

A crazy laughter revealed it from his mouth.

At this moment, Wang Ting felt very happy. The retribution came, and the retribution came. The boy named Wu Feng, although he was a hero seed, was about to die today.

This is the end of opposing him and opposing the Yellow Turbans.

It's just a pity that when Wu Feng failed, it was his death. However, this little regret was only for a moment in Wang Ting's heart.

He was diluted by joy. He had accepted death. The most important thing was how to view Wu Feng's death.

"Wu Feng, Wu Feng, I have said a long time ago, thank you for leaving my life and let me see how you died. Hahaha." Wang Ting laughed loudly, laughing wildly.

"You're talking nonsense, Lord Junhou will definitely win."

"Yes, Lord Junhou will definitely kill Uncle Wang."

Wang Ting's laughter caused a strong backlash from the two guards, and they saw them shouting angrily at Wang Ting. However, their bodies still couldn't stop trembling, and their words were light, as if they were trying their best to improve their confidence.

In Wang Ting's opinion, this is so fierce, ridiculous and ridiculous.

"You are all dead to the point, just to force yourself, don't pretend to be garlic." Wang Ting saw through the two of them's harsh and weak inside, and said with a sneer.

"You're talking nonsense, we have a hundred times more confidence." The guard who spoke first said angrily, but his expression was indescribable.

At this moment, the shouts of killing became even more intense, as if one side had already been defeated. The victory and defeat were about to appear. This made the hearts of the two guards reach their throats.

Wang Ting was the old god, and he even struggled, sat on the ground, leaned against the wall, showing an extremely comfortable look.

He glanced at the strong refutation of the guards who were harsh but were timid and timid, and said with a smile: "Don't lie to yourself. You don't think about it. Your mountain villages are just ordinary people who have not experienced fighting, and Wang Bo is under his command, and the gap between the two sides is too big. Is there a chance of winning?"

Speaking of the pride, Wang Ting's face felt even more comfortable and contempt.

"Then Wu Feng is just deceiving himself. You can also follow him and be the end of a village and seed."

"You, you're talking nonsense." The guard who spoke first trembled even harder. He wanted to calm down, but he couldn't calm down. He said tremblingly.

But he was thinking in his heart, no, there would be something wrong, right?

"Hahaha." Seeing that the guard was even more harsh and cowardly, Wang Ting laughed loudly, laughing so happily.

"Smile, I will kill you before we fail." The guard who spoke comforting shouted sternly in order to save some face.

"Come on, I've been mentally prepared for a long time. I'm so happy to see you destruction before dying." At this moment, Wang Ting was already dead, not afraid of boiling water, and laughed.

The happier Wang Ting was, the more desperate the two guards became, and the more unconfident they became. After all, they were just ordinary villagers, and they were not very ordinary villagers who were selected into the army. Their mental quality was extremely limited and they could not withstand too much test.

"You, you." The two guards pointed at Wang Ting and couldn't speak.

Could it be that it is really over? Are our villages, our sisters, brothers, parents, wives and children really going to die?

Especially sisters and wives, they are afraid they will be extremely humiliated before they die.

When they thought of their wife, the sisters were humiliated and humiliated by the bandits' grim laughter, and the two guards became even more desperate. Their eyes were dissipated, and their faces showed a grayish-like color as if they were on the verge of death.

They were desperate.

"Hahaha." Their despair even more highlighted Wang Ting's pride. Wang Ting, who was obviously a prisoner, laughed loudly, making him feel uncomfortable and comfortable.

There is no feeling of dying at all.

"Da da da da." At this moment, a hurry of footsteps sounded.

"Hahaha, the retreating people are here. I'm going to die, your village is over." Hearing this voice, Wang Ting thought he was going to die, and his face suddenly turned pale. Although he was prepared, not everyone could be calm when facing death. But Wang Ting quickly cheered up, and he laughed nervously.

Before dying, there was a village to take the back, which was also good.

"Ah, I'll kill you first." The two guards could not withstand this despair anymore. They roared in despair, wanting to pounce on and kill Wang Ting.

"Stop, he hasn't heard the news that Wang Uncle was dead yet, how could he let him die?" At this moment, a loud shout rang out.

Immediately afterwards, several happy figures appeared in front of the three. The leader was a Duma who was sent by Wu Feng.

I saw his mouth wide open and his loud shout came from him.

"Has the village been broken?" The two guards thought the village had been broken, and they could no longer hear it. They looked dull, their bodies became soft, and they collapsed on the ground.

"Haha, Wu Feng was killed?" Wang Ting laughed out loud because he was overly excited and didn't hear it clearly.

"You two soft guys." Uncle Du was stunned at first when he saw the expressions of the three of them, and then he understood, laughed and cursed, and stepped forward and kicked the two guards.

Then, he laughed at Wang Ting and said, "The village has been broken? Let's be your great dream of spring and autumn. Let me tell you, Uncle Wang was chopped down by our military officer and his head was cut off. Despair, wail, hahaha."

"The village is not broken? The village is not broken?" The two guards gradually woke up, and finally danced and laughed loudly, then closed their eyes again, but fainted.

But first he was desperate, then he was happy, and he couldn't stand it, and he fainted in joy.

On the contrary, Wang Ting quickly turned gray. Uncle Wang died? Uncle Wang died? How is it possible? How is it possible?

Wang Bo and his bandits were all brave and good at fighting bandits. How could they lose to ordinary villagers? The obsession in his heart was very deep, and this obsession made Wang Ting more confident.

Thinking of this, Wang Ting raised his head and said to Du Bo, "Are you here to lie to me? Your village is about to be destroyed, and Wu Feng wants me to die in pain, so he asked you to tell me that Uncle Wang is dead, so I can leave with despair?"

At this moment, Wang Ting's eyes were both confident and hopeful. He hoped Du Bo would answer this way.

But what about Du Bo? He was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "You are crazy, and now you have no sound of killing. I am still here. If Uncle Wang is dead, can we be destroyed?"

When Wang Ting heard this, the spirit in his eyes gradually faded, his heart was desperate, and his body gradually became cold. Without what he imagined, the village was buried with him.

On the contrary, he was about to die, the village had nothing to do, and Wu Feng also laughed to the end.

This is something that Wang Ting could not accept. But he couldn't refute. As Du Bo said, the village is quiet now. Could it be that Wang Bo has entered the village and will not burn, kill and loot?

Quietly means that the village is fine.

"Ah, I don't agree. Why can't Wang Uncle kill that mountain boy?" Wang Ting roared to the sky suddenly, extremely dissatisfied.

"Because our Junhou is capable." Du Bo replied with a smile, but his face suddenly became extremely ferocious again. He suddenly pulled out a big knife from his waist and slashed at Wang Ting's neck.

"Just go to die with despair." With a loud shout, his hand fell, and Wang Ting's head rolled far away. As Du Bo said, Wang Ting's eyes were wide open before his death, his face was full of unwillingness and despair.

But he was reluctant to die with despair.

But he was wrong. He shouldn't have messed with this mountain village. He shouldn't have ridiculed Wu Feng for his youth. It was because of his previous ridicule that he thought that Wu Feng would die. He was too excited and too excited.

This despair before death and unwillingness are so great and so deep.

Youdao means that the earlier you laugh, the faster you die, which is the portrayal of Wang Ting.

He is a tragedy.

"Haha, drag it out to feed the wolf." Facing Wang Ting's body, Du Bo laughed and ordered.
Chapter completed!