Queen of Concubine Madness: Quit the tyrannical monarch

Chapter 45

Hua Zhuoyu looked helpless. The Zhenwu tribe is warlike and respects force. Everyone in the tribe is a first-class expert. If people know that they can't even beat a child, they will really have no face to face their tribe.Even if they are not punished, life will be difficult in the future.

Looking at Zi'er, her face was as cold as frost, and the possibility of asking her to give in was very small, after all, it was the other party who spoke rudely first.But let the warriors of the Zhenwu clan stop, it is better to kill them.

It's really difficult, Hua Zhuoyu had a headache.

Looking down at Ziman who was in a coma, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, he leaned in front of the two big men, and said in a low voice: "You two don't know something, don't look at her like a girl in her teens, she is actually already An old monster who has lived for two hundred years, don't say you can't beat her, even I am not her opponent. Don't make her angry, or I won't be able to save you."

What?The two big men opened their mouths wide and looked at Zi'er in surprise. After thinking about it later, they felt that it was impolite. They were afraid of offending Zi'er, so they changed into smiling faces in an instant.

One of the big men lifted up his companion who was still howling on the ground, poured a few mouthfuls of black tiger blood, and managed to stand up after a while.The big man whispered a few words in the ear of his companion, which made the big man cry out in surprise.

"monster?"

Then he was covered with his mouth, whimpered a few words, and couldn't believe it.

Three big men cut off branches, made a stretcher, and carried Ziman to the unknown mountain.

Ziman woke up from a coma, she was lying on a bed made of animal skins.

This is a wooden house with a length and width of several feet. It is built with log piles that are two feet thick. The bark on the trunks has not been cleaned. There are new branches, but no one takes care of them.There was a crude wooden table and some log posts for stools, a few clusters of flowers on the bedside counter, and a rack of looms.

It seems that this is a women's room.

Ziman closed her eyes, took a deep breath, the breath was long and circulated continuously in the body, and then exhaled a breath of turbid air, which was much more comfortable.She rolled up the sleeve of her right arm, and the seal of the purple Shougong sand cracked again. It was the second time since the last time in Yunwu Mountain. The original complete seal was now covered with spider webs. crack.A few more times, this seal will definitely collapse.

You have to find Fengshu quickly, Ziman thought in her heart.

Ziman pushed open the door of the wooden house, and saw a messy wooden house in front of him.Three or five big men in sackcloth gathered in an open space and hung a huge black tiger on a shelf supported by two interlaced logs. A group of women held a stone basin in their hands with excited faces and waited in line to distribute the tiger. Meat.

Standing at the door of the wooden house and looking as far as the eye can see, several miles ahead, there is a big river rolling with blue waves.

The river is nearly [-] meters wide, and a pontoon bridge spans the river. A dirt road beyond the bridge extends into the dense forest, and it is unknown where it leads.There are several arrow towers of civil structure standing on the side of the bridge, and two leather ropes are hung on the bridge ten meters away from the shore. This is a suspension bridge.

Behind is a green hill shaped like a barrier.The two mountains stretched out like two arms, gently enveloping a flat land with a radius of more than ten miles.The mountain is steep, and under the towering trees tens of meters high, there are dense bushes with poisonous thorns, which is difficult for even a mouse to pass through.

(End of this chapter)