"Tell me what you know. How can I get to the nearest road from here to the east?"

Wang Hu sat back on the bluish stone which had been flattened by the sharp axe, holding a cigarette in his right hand, and took two impatient puffs, "cough, cough!" Xu is a breath of too fierce, Wang Hu frowned at two hands of cigarettes.

Tobacco burning taste like burning weeds, but also accompanied by a smell of paper paste, he shook his head depressed, some miss the original days of smoking Hongtashan.

"Please don't hurt me, such as the God of heaven. My foolish people and I often hunt here and know the way out of this dangerous forest."

The barbarian leader with the translator ring is like the most loyal servant. His forehead is firmly on the ground. He respectfully moves his body to Wang Hu's feet and kisses his instep. This disgusting ceremony is the most loyal way for these barbarians to express their loyalty.

"My dear brother, do you see the difference between these barbarians and domesticated wild dogs? I used to be hostile to enemies, but now I'm respectful to my children and grandchildren. I don't know anything about etiquette, justice, honesty and shame. "

Bareheaded and frowning, he glanced at his younger brother and couldn't help muttering: isn't that normal? In the past, when they defeated the enemy, occupied and enslaved them, didn't those people do the same thing as them?!

Wang Hu looked at the loyal and docile barbarian leader kneeling in front of him, with a satisfied smile on his fierce face.

"Then I will allow you to stand up, my most loyal servant, and lead my soldiers out of this wild and wild forest. When my soldiers defeat the enemy and return triumphantly with good wine, you will get what you deserve."

"Yes! My most respected Master. " The barbarian leader is like a gentle lamb, standing up tremblingly and excitedly, "hiss!" It seems that the action range of standing up is too large, involving his injured chest and abdomen. He can hardly restrain a pain hiss. A fist in his left rib is big, and the wound full of fuzzy flesh and blood oozes a small stream of blood.

"Gowardesh, get the most skilled elder of the tribe to heal my most loyal servant!" Wang Hu dusted his cigarette ash, and his previous fidgety look became more relaxed. Even the cigarette he was holding seemed not so difficult to smoke.

...

"Sha Jin has explained everything! My power was suppressed by the insect group and the human alliance. All the strongholds of dozens of large gathering places in North China, East China and coastal areas were destroyed... Thousands of backbones in my teahouse were put into that damned dungeon! I said, "my Lord, what you're talking about now, my tea master can't do it at all."

The tea master, who has always been gentle and refined, is sitting at the table in the conference room with disheveled hair, his eyes full of blood, and mud stains in his fingernails. This image is incredible for a leader who is in charge of the largest force of underground intelligence trading in China.

Around the conference table, the leaders of the other forces looked at the tea master's untidy appearance, with a little sympathy in their eyes! Now it's the tea owner who suffers. Who knows if he will be next?

Only Canghai, who was sitting on the throne, looked like a falcon, staring at the tea master without any emotion. After looking at him for a long time, he finally spoke with a little cold voice: "are you ok? Don't you rush to ask Shajin for information, will he be exposed? I want you to use your head! I didn't ask you to find the most important secret line! "