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Chapter 101 0100: The Two Brothers Han Qi
The wolf turned his body and fell back to the mountain road.

Meng clenched the bone handle of his saber in the air.

A wave of hatred surged in his heart, and the fear of death was washed away.

Now he just wants to make Apostle Qi Bing pay more, even one more cut!

The scenery in front of my eyes began to rise: barren slopes, withered grass and shrubs, snow on the top of the mountain, and layers of flowing clouds gilded.

Something flashed in his field of vision, but the sense of weightlessness made it too late for him to adjust his perspective.

"Oh--"

Immediately afterwards, a series of strange roars came from far to near, harsher than the sound of wind brushing against his face.

"Make way~ The caravan enters the road, be careful with your feet—"

The little orc appeared in the air.

His name is John, and he is the owner of the caravan. At this time, he is pulling the tendon net used for hauling goods, flying off the cliff like a ranger swinging among the branches.

The movements are chic, and the leather clothes are chattering.

If you ignore the short stature of the long-haired tribe, it is indeed a bit handsome.

He drew an arc, quickly approached Meng who had fallen off the cliff, and then put the knot with a live buckle into the opponent's foot.

"I got you!"

In the ruins of the mountain road, Qi, the main labor force of the Wasteland Walkers Chamber of Commerce, is pulling the other end of the rope net.

The giant man held the weight of several people steadily.

His expression is serious, but not painful, just like dragging two boxes of goods to the camp, it is normal.

Meng was pulled by the rope, and the weight of Apostle Qi Bing turned into tearing pain, and his right arm holding the knife was also tightly bound, and he couldn't pull it out at all.

"Cough, um."

He was thrown onto the slope, and the violent impact knocked away a lot of loose debris.

"Overload, get down for me, damn guy!"

John stepped on top.

Like an elegant fencing knight, he swung his fork and slashed at the kicking legs of the Qi Bing apostle.

The bearded face turned red with anger.

He hangs at the end, tightly strangling Meng's neck with his arms like steel, even if he will be crushed to pieces, he will sacrifice his fresh life to death,
"Accept your fate, there is no need to resist."

Apostle Qi Bing was bewitching by his ears, his arms curled up like rock pythons, and the armor rubbed against his skin, making a "cuckling" sound.

Meng has lost consciousness.

In the memory fragments like a revolving lantern, he suddenly remembered something...

"brute."

Meng's right arm suddenly exerted strength, the veins were exposed, and the imprisoned bone-handled sword kept shaking.

The Painted Ice Apostle concentrated all his strength on it.

Meng took the opportunity to remove an iron pendant from his chest with his left hand.

This thing has been hanging around the neck since it came out of the dungeon.

He turned his head, tried his best, and poked the horned tip towards his ear, only to hear a "puchi", and then, thick hot liquid splashed on his face.

"what--"

Beard screamed miserably.

Meng felt that the power that imprisoned him loosened slightly.

He immediately broke free from the saber, and hooked it down the slope with all his strength.

Qi Bing Apostle's beard was cut off in half, and the other half, soaked in thick blood, stuck to his open throat.

"Well, poof..."

The corners of his eyes twitched, and he whimpered in pain. Then, with an expression of anticipation or fear, he embraced the death he yearned for.

Mon was hanging upside down on the slope, panting.

He watched the enemy fall off the cliff, but the frequency of his heart beat did not decrease.

Suddenly, he felt a pull in his legs, and then his body began to rise with a pause.

The giants dragged the two of them back to the mountain path, and quietly began to clean up the wreckage, while Han's expression was much sadder—the two corpses of Lu Xun could not make up for today's loss at all.

The little orc man said with emotion: "God open your eyes, you are still alive, otherwise the business will lose a lot."

Odd touched the Shortscream's jaw with a rough hand.

Meng glanced at him, and this giant man gave off a very subtle feeling, appearing gentle and simple, completely different from that fellow Langz.

He stepped on the saddle of the wolf, turned around and left straight away.

"Stop, stranger."

John folded his arms, his feet wide open in front of him, and he still had a herb root he picked up from the ruins in his mouth.

"You don't even intend to stay and help?"

"I knocked down the enemies you were chasing down for you, two."

Meng frowned.

"Oh, is that so? With our speed, these two idiots will have to catch up until the beginning of next spring!"

John jumped up straight away.

He ignored the details of being hit by the rope spear, biting his teeth and started playing rogue.

"It happened that you fell from the sky and ruined everything. Think about it, who dragged you up to avoid the fate of being buried with you!"

Meng glared angrily at the little orc in front of him.

He was not good at refuting, but he had no reason to use the knife, so he could only exhale unwillingly, turned over and went down to help clean up.

"That's right~"

John relentlessly joked behind him, this mouth is always so annoying.

Meng and Yilang turned their heads at the same time and bared their fangs, but only saw the back of the little man——Han climbed up the branches of the winter pine, trying to find the way forward from a high place.

"Look for a chance and beat him up."

Meng punched his left palm with his right fist, complaining bitterly, and went to help Qi pack his things.

The goods were scattered all over the place: abundant seeds, construction tools, new bundles of cloth, and a large amount of southern Xinjiang seasoning...

When Meng tied things up, he said to the giant next to him:

"In the wasteland, materials, weapons and armor are the most in short supply."

Qi just smiled honestly, the patchwork and repaired trunk was quickly filled, and he tied a few pieces of cotton wool next to the saddle of the short growl beast.

"Wanderer's Chamber of Commerce will remember your contribution. By the way, I am usually responsible for purchasing and selling."

John lay cross-legged on the log barrel.

"Hey, go on." He threw a bottle of wine to Meng. "Lunda wine, it has a sour taste, but overall it's not bad."

After that, he unscrewed the cork and drank happily.

The two brothers' business is so bleak, it must have something to do with this mouth.

After packing up, the whole team set off.

The giant lost his special seat on the cargo box, so he had to walk beside him, like a small moving sculpture, or some kind of low-intelligence stone spirit.

Meng did not drink the bottle of wine.

He rode a wolf and followed behind, turning his head frequently, hoping to meet more Qi Bing apostles.

At the fork of the Qiuming Ancient Road, the ruts of the caravans were clearly intertwined, and travelers and mercenaries passed by from time to time.

"Going straight to the north, there are many tribes grazing and farming, and someone will buy it."

Kindly reminded.

He was silent for a moment, then asked tentatively.

"Or, sell it to us?"

"I'm afraid it won't work. Although these things are not very valuable, an old man has already paid a deposit."

John directly refused, and the two parties parted ways at the mountain pass, disappearing from sight of each other.

Meng stared at the other party in the dark as he walked away, then quickly turned back to the mountain road, and ran towards Santon Kaya along the hidden path.

Although he was irritable, he remained cautious enough, did not accept food or drink, and did not reveal his identity hastily. He turned into the main road of the village after making a big circle and making sure no one was following him.

　I was on a business trip two days ago, and I was really busy. I could only sleep for three hours a day to catch up with the project.I came back today, with two more chapters. The editor said that it will be released in early July, okay... I haven’t logged in to the assistant to read the comments for a long time, and today I found that there is an extra master?Thanks to the reader for your love, you can join the group to remind or chat, and sprint the performance of 630. I really don’t have time to read the comments and reply one by one, sorry.

　　
　
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