Chapter 1697

"Don't kneel down when you see the sacrifice!" Bareheaded and cold faced, he kicked at the bend of the leg of the iron faced and generous barbarian. The savage was kicked, his legs staggered, and his wounded knee hit the ground.

"Li Li Gu ~ Lu!" The barbarian turned his head and looked at the bald head behind him, spitting a mouthful of phlegm into his face.

"Damn it Bareheaded and easy to dodge, his fierce face was full of ferocious and angry color. He grabbed his hair in one hand and clenched his other hand. A dull sound of his big fist "bang" hit him on the back.

"Wow A mouthful of dirty blood shot on the ground like a blood arrow! Bang! Bang! " There were also some fierce blows. The bones on the back of the barbarian were smashed out of shape, and the blood in his mouth flowed on the ground like a spring.

"Well, well, Xiao Wu, don't fight. If you kill me, will you go and catch one for me?" Wang Hu took out his ear impatiently,

holding a cigarette rolled up from straw paper in his right hand, he took a deep puff, at least half a centimeter of the cigarette was burned by sparks.

"Hoo Wang Hu frowned and spat out a mouthful of muddy smoke. He threw half of the cigarette to the ground fiercely. He stood up and slapped the barbarian on the cheek in an insulting way. He said with a trace of anger in his voice:

"do you know? We are lost. I advise you to lead us out of the forest

Wang Hu stares at him coldly, but he doesn't say anything cruel. After three years of experience, his little remaining humanity has almost disappeared. A completely barbaric tribe... Eats captives, eats members of the dying tribe... He has seen too many of these years...

he has seen this kind of people eat people hundreds of times. In this environment, he can still talk about it What is human nature? If the barbarian refuses to speak, he will be buried.

Wang Hu's indifference revealed from the depths of his soul made the white faced barbarian kneeling on the ground swallow a mixture of saliva and blood. His teeth trembled unconsciously.

"Goo - goo!" He moved his lips and murmured out two strange bytes. His hands were tied back, and his upper body bent forward in fear. Only when his forehead touched his blood eroded soil did Wang Hu's gloomy expression ease a little.

"Look, you have three levels of momentum, don't you? Will this thing work? "

Wang Hu took out a delicate and magnificent silver ring, threw it with one hand, looked at the barbarian's blank face, helplessly looked at the sky, and breathed out a faint breath, "Gouwa, put this on him!"

Wang Hu threw the ring to Gouwa, who stood aside and studied the primary school textbook carefully. He took out a bulging bag from his backpack.

The bag was full of sun dried tobacco. As soon as he opened it, one of his men handed the paper. He skillfully rolled up a cigarette, snapped his fingers and lit it with a touch of sparks.

"All right, sacrifice!" Gowardesh put away his textbook, rubbed the ring with two fingers, and took out a slender knife with pencil thickness from his waist with the other hand. In an instant, he made a cut in the brow of the barbarian, took the ring with some blood essence, and put it on his finger.