Mink's bangs were blown into chaos by the strong wind when he was sitting on the back of the big buzzard just now, and the slave mark hidden under the seabed of Liu was looming at this moment.

Immediately, the sharp-eyed Blackpool warrior found the weirdness and stared at Mink's slave mark inquiringly.

Diao keenly felt the gaze, and a sneer flashed across the corner of his mouth, simply and generously, grabbing his bangs as if combing messy hair.

The bangs were opened and closed quickly.

But it was enough for the Blackpool soldier who had been staring at him to see clearly.

His face changed suddenly, and he exclaimed: "Slave of Blackpool! This man has the mark of our Blackpool slave on his forehead!"

"what?"

The eyes of all the Blackpool warriors, including Ram, were attracted, and hundreds of eyes gathered on Mink's forehead.

"Impossible, since you are a slave, how can you become a warrior, are you wrong?"

"No! I'm absolutely not mistaken. If you don't believe me, let him lift his hair and show us!"

Among the Blackpool Warriors, a tall and thin warrior said to a warrior with a gloomy face: "Wait, so... this person seems familiar? Shaner, do you think this was three years ago, you were The wolffang slave bought?"

Shan'er frowned and stared at Sable for a long time: "When you say this, this person is indeed a bit like me who can't do everything well. He always keeps his sullen face and doesn't say anything, even a fart. Slave!"

"Is it right?" The tall and thin soldier asked again.

Shaner said irritably, "How do I know! So many years have passed, and I didn't pay attention to his appearance before!"

Although Blackpool is a big tribe, there is a shortage of water during the dry season. The people of Heize were short of water to drink, and anyone who would wash his face with water for a slave would look dirty.

Besides, Mink used to be a half-sized boy, or an ordinary person. And the one in front of him was a second-level warrior with a sturdy body and a face like an axe, dressed in a mixed-blood leather coat, unlike before.

Heize didn't deliberately lower his voice when talking about it, and Diao heard them all.

He watched these weapons in his hands surrounding them, and stared at the Blackpool warriors who were talking about him with different sights, as if a fire was burning in his heart.

Three years have passed, but the hatred of Extinguish the tribe and killing Father A has not diminished by half.

How much he wants to kill all the people in front of him!

If he had the strength of Ye Xi, he might have drawn his sword and killed him in spite of it! Or if he had Ye Xi's influence in Tushan, he would have led the Tushan people to kill the Heize tribe!

But he didn't, so he could only endure it.

Enduring the blue veins on the back of his hand, his face was faintly hideous, and he only used those eyes that seemed to be poisoned to scan the group of people in front of him slowly and evilly.

He is acknowledging!

Recognize which is the enemy who killed his father, and which is the enemy who took his fornication! Which one cut off his uncle's head with a knife, and which one pierced the witch's heart! !

At this time, the captain of the second team of the Blackpool Tribal Hunting Team, the third-level warrior stepped forward, saluted Ye Xi, and smiled and said, "This friend of Tushan, can you let your companion lift your hair to us? Take a look?"

This corner seems to be polite, but what it says is extremely overbearing, and it directly makes people lift their hair to confirm their identity!

After hearing this, Diao suddenly felt as if he had changed back to the little slave who had been taken captive to Blackpool. The ordinary person who bowed his head and was beaten during the day, and crushed his teeth and swallowed blood at night!

Gradually, his eyes became horribly flushed like blood!

The string named Sense was broken in an instant, and Mink's chest rose and fell, panting heavily, grasping the hilt of the bone knife hanging on his waist, and wanted to kill the person in front of him with the knife!

Who can kill it or not!

But when he was about to draw the knife, a hand suddenly pressed gently on his shoulder.

...

Mink's body stiffened, and turned his head to meet Ye Xi's eyes, those eyes that were as clear as a mountain spring.

Immediately, it was as if a splash of ice water poured on the top of his head, and he suddenly awoke from his frenzy.

When he came, he promised Ye Xi not to move.

But he almost...

Mink lowered his head and retracted his hand on the handle of the knife.

Seeing that Ye Xi didn't answer at the corner, he smiled and said again: "This Tushan brother, can you let your companion lift your hair and show us?"

Ye Xi turned to look at him faintly, the aura all over him suddenly.

The first time he released his breath, Ye Xi was to prevent the Blackpool people from shooting the big buzzard without saying a word. It was a kind of light deterrent effect, but it gradually faded.

But this time, it was completely complete, and there was no complete release with any reservation.

He is now the pinnacle of a fourth-level fighter, and the aura on his body is equivalent to an ordinary fifth-level fighter, that is, a weaker king-type fierce beast.

When this king-kind beast completely released its powerful aura, the surrounding Blackpool warriors suddenly fell into an ice cave.

In an instant, all the discussions disappeared.

Opposite Ye Xi, the corner that bears the brunt, the smile on his lips can no longer be maintained, cold sweat slipped from the forehead: "You, you..."

This kind of breath is like walking alone in a dark narrow alley, looking back and feeling that there are ghosts or murderers watching yourself in the dark place behind you~lightnovelpub.net~ is invisible and life is threatened. a feeling of.

To use another analogy, it's like a moment when a flying insect is stared by a frog or an antelope and cheetah. Obviously, I didn't touch anything, but I just felt that my life was threatened, and even my body would become rigid.

Now the Blackpool soldiers feel this way. Although their bodies are fine, their instincts are desperately sending out alarms.

Danger! Run away! Run away! !

Ye Xi looked at the corner and said coldly and slowly: "You are only a third-level fighter, but you call me a brother?"

Just a third-level fighter! If these words were heard by people from other tribes in the Blackridge Mountains, they might vomit a lot of blood. What does it mean to be just a third-level fighter! Usually a tribe has only one third-level fighter, okay? That is the chief of the tribe!

The corner tried to force a smile, but failed. He could only say in cold sweat, "This big, my lord..."

How can the Blackpool tribe suffer such a loss! Have suffered this humiliation!

The body is scared, but his heart is bitterly hated.

He was waiting for the remaining warriors of the tribe, as well as the chief and the witch to come over, and then kill this Tushan man who dared to offend the majesty of Blackpool!

Relying on his strength, this Tushan man dared to break into the Blackpool tribe to show off his power! There are so many warriors in the Blackpool tribe, as well as chiefs and witches. Together, are they afraid that he will not succeed! What's the use of being strong! The same will die by their swords!

He didn't wait long.

Hearing the alarm, more Blackpool warriors came from the depths of the valley with weapons in their hands, and surrounded Ye Xi, Mink and Big Buzzards mightily like flowing water.

Then came the chief of the Blackpool tribe, who breathed like a violent bear, and the thin-shaped Blackpool Witch holding a bone staff.

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