v2 Chapter 743： Defeated under his command, fend for himself

Chapter 745

On the contrary, Batu, who was blind in one eye, threatened fiercely.

"Oh my god, he's the son of a barbarian chief?!"

"We can't let him die. If he dies, we will all be buried with him."

"The chief of the barbarians is terrible. When angry, he is like a man-eating lion. He can tyrannize an army."

"Let him go, I don't want to die."

"Fighting against the barbarians will not end well."

Hiding in the dark, the businessman who watched frightenedly, was terrified and trembling when he heard the moment.

"Hahaha, did you hear that, no one dares to fight against the barbarians, let us go quickly, otherwise, the chief will get angry, and all of you will want to run away."

Batu heard it in his ears, and laughed triumphantly.

Only his head was exposed, blood gushed out of his right eye, and half of his face was stained red, looking horrific.

Laughing is even scarier.

Even in the dark night, if you can't see clearly, it's disgusting.

"Shut your stinky mouth!"

Wang Meng scolded sharply.

"Shut up!"

Alta spoke at the same time as him.

Alta's face was livid, and from the moment Gibb asked for mercy, he felt a sense of futility in his heart, so angry and angry that he almost vomited blood.

Batu's defiant threat made him even more ashamed and indignant.

Never before have I resented his arrogance like this moment.

"Hehe, son of the chief, isn't he amazing?"

Lin Qingluo's sharp words were like sharp knives, and he dealt a heavy blow: "The defeated general will live or die at the thought of this girl, so what right do you have to speak wild words?"

"puff."

Alta finally couldn't bear the stimulation, and opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood.

The sound of the flute stopped abruptly, and Lin Qingluo smiled jokingly.

"Master, what should we do next?"

Feng Yi ran down from the sand dunes, holding the bowstring in his hand, and his eyes were vigilant: "Do you want to kill them all, and avoid future troubles forever?"

"No need, it doesn't make any sense to kill someone who has lost his fighting spirit."

Lin Qingluo curled her lips and sneered: "Let them be buried here, and let them fend for themselves."

**

Ten days later, the Western Regions were wild.

There are endless barren mountains, swamps and sand flying everywhere.

A group of young men rode camels, facing the oncoming sand and dust, and moved forward with difficulty.

"Bah bah, I finally got out of the desert, thought I could take a breather, and came to such a wretched place again."

Shi Shi opened his mouth, inhaled a mouthful of dust, and spit out two mouthfuls in succession.

"Crossing this barren mountain is the ancient country of Loulan."

Lin Qingluo wore a veiled hat to block the wind and sand, and turned around to cheer everyone up with a smile: "Persist for a long time, arrive before evening, and the dawn of victory is just around the corner."

"Why was the ancient kingdom of Loulan built here?"

Feng Yi was tired of walking, and couldn't help complaining: "All around are barren mountains and deserts, which are not suitable for human habitation at all."

"The Crescent River in Loulan is the only oasis in the desert. The grassland is full of vitality and the scenery is beautiful."

Mo Canglan once heard his ancestors talk about the ancient country of Loulan, and his eyes showed longing.

"Hahaha, it takes hard work to see a rainbow."

Lin Jinlong was in high spirits, and with the candor unique to teenagers, he laughed loudly: "We have seen the desolation of the desert, and only when we come to Loulan can we truly appreciate the beauty of the Crescent River."

"well said."

Lin Jinpeng responded loudly and clapped his hands.

"Chirp."

The giant eagle hovered among the mountains, as if it had discovered something, it whispered a warning.

"Look, it's a cultivator."

Shi Shi reacted the fastest, followed the prestige, and his eyes widened.

"Where?"

(end of this chapter)