Harold is not a fool.

At this moment, he is obviously aware of this.

If you want to talk about conditions, you must first have the qualifications to talk about conditions.

Nowadays, they even fall into the hands of the southerners, and what do they want to talk to each other?

However, Hill does not seem to think so.

After she finished speaking, she flashed a hint of thoughtfulness in her blue eyes...

"It’s not completely unconditional to talk about..."

Whispering, a footstep from afar made the two people who were talking at the same time put away the sound.

I saw a young man wearing a linen dress.

If you want to say what this young man looks like, it should be that his hair is brownish yellow.

The barbarians in the bitter cold are actually very mixed.

Like mezikawa, black hair and dark eyes are basically the same as those of the Central Plains.

There are also people like Harold who have a red hair and a big beard.

It is also a race with blue eyes like Hill.

In comparison, this brown-yellow hair is more common.

The young linen man who came in looked at Hill and Harold, who was jailed, and his mouth sneered a sneer.

You must know that these two, before they were high, can decide the big leader of their bottom and bottom tribes in a single sentence!

Think about what they looked like at the beginning, and look at what they are now.

The heart of the linen youth suddenly rose a strong pleasure...

"What about the two major tribes? In the end, it is not in the hands of our army of universal civilization?"

After a period of life and worry-free life, at this time, I have already regarded myself as a member of the Wanjie civilization, with a slap in the face of barbarians.

Unexpectedly, the voice did not fall, he found Harold in the cell, staring at him with that pair of brown-red eyes!

Harold is the leader of the Ice Bear tribe. After all, it is a long time.

I am so stunned by him now.

The young woman’s heart suddenly panicked, and the steps at the foot were unconsciously stepping back two steps.

Afterwards, the youth of the linen that had come back to God was ugly, and he was too disappointing in his heart.

But there is no further action.

After all, the guards in this cell are not furnishings.

Before the emperor ordered him, even if he was a prisoner, he was not free to oppress him.

Put two hoes and two glasses of water in the handle directly out of the cell.

Then he walked out of the cell with a quick step.

Looking at the young man on the burlap, Harold, who was leaning against the cell, suddenly licked his mouth...

"I didn't expect that in the northern tribes, there was such a thing!"

"You should think about it from another angle."

Hill’s mood is clearly not as resentful as Harold’s.

The ice blue scorpion fell on the **** outside the cell.

Her heart is full of curiosity about what is in the civilization of the world.

Like this chubby thing, she had never seen it before in the bitter cold.

Slowly approached a few steps.

Hill stretched out his hand from the fence of the cell and took the hoe.

The weather outside is cold, and it should be a lot of cool on the way.

But when I started, I felt that it was still warm.

Subconsciously squeezed, soft.

This can't help but make Hill feel a new look.

After all, in their bitter cold, most things are cold and hard.

"This, should it be food?"

"probably."

During the speech, Harold also came up in two steps.

Compared with this girl, he obviously cares more about Hill’s words...

"You just said that I should think about it from another angle. What does this mean?"

Hill didn't take care of him, but pulled down the skin that covered most of his face, and then smacked the **** to the nose.

This girl has a strange smell.

She doesn't know what to describe.

But when she smelled this smell, her stomach began to make a painful embarrassment.

The little life has fallen into the hands of the other side, and Hill is not worried about what the other side will do in the food.

Open your mouth and bite a big mouth.

At the moment of the entrance to the taro, the fluffy soft taste made her eyes shine.

Under the quick chewing, in addition to letting Hill feel amazing taste, at first the gimmick did not have any obvious taste.

But chewing, she was inexplicably tasted a touch of sweetness.

Hill quickly eats the look of the hoe, inexplicably evokes the locusts in Harold's belly.

He is actually not so hungry.

But looking at it, he is hungry...

It's like yawning, the hunger is sometimes contagious.

I grabbed the **** that belongs to me.

One bite, Harold suddenly picked his eyebrows.

This soft taste is really incredible for those who are used to chilled food.

Harold, who had solved the gimmick, sat in the cell with satisfaction.

Hill, who saw this scene, glanced at him, then faintly opened...

"This is the reason."

"what?"

Harold’s face was so aggressive that he didn’t understand what Hill meant.

"The man who was originally a member of our northern tribe ~lightnovelpub.net~ but now is loyal to the southerners, and even has completely regarded himself as a southerner, which is the reason."

During the talk, Hill lifted the last gimmick in his hand and then spoke again and again...

"Southerners are strong, let them live better, do not have to withstand the oppression of snow, but also eat such food, change to be you, you are not loyal?"

"This……"

In the face of Hill's questioning, Harold only felt as if he was in the throat.

The expression on the face is full of uncomfortable and tangled.

Finally, I didn't talk, and I closed my eyes and stayed in the cell.

After a long time, I did not see his Harold who took the initiative.

The misty water made his heart twist.

Finally, I simply opened my eyes and sneaked a sneak peek at the side of Hill.

Then I saw that the Hill guy was looking seriously at the water-filled artifact...

Harold couldn’t help but be anxious.

"Now is the time to study this? Do you have a way?"

With a stunned Harold, Hill’s calm and cold voice rang again...

"If there is a way, there is one."

Harold, who heard this, suddenly felt a shock.

"any solution?"

"Talk about conditions."

"Talk, talk about conditions?"

Harold, who got this answer, only felt that his head had risen a few times!

"How to talk? We have all fallen into the hands of the other party. The soldiers in the tribe are basically captured. How do we talk to the southerners about the conditions?"

In the face of Harrod, who is a little excited, Hill’s voice is still calm...

"Of course, use what the other person wants."