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A defeated warrior could still earn a new fortune on the battlefield, while a surrendered warrior could automatically lose his status as a warrior. He also didn't dare to say anything about Big Claw's mother, because even if Three Claws didn't fear the aunt, he could still do so with the sharp blade on his back.

"Still not willing to say?" He didn't think that he would be willing to lose everything, and didn't dare to tell the truth.

"Ahhh!" At this moment, the oily, ghost-like pole was like a tiger awakening from its slumber, erupting with a strong and fierce aura, agile and heavy, pressing towards the peak. As long as he got close, his Fangs Blade would be able to cut towards the arm holding the blade.

"I gave it to you, I'll give you everything, whatever you want. It's fine if you want my son and daughter. Hurry up, they're going to break …" From beginning to end, he didn't mention who was behind the scenes. Seeing that everyone was looking at him from afar, Feng Feiyun couldn't help but loosen his grip and viciously kick him to the side.

He was gasping for breath on the ground, his eyes fixed on the Fangs Blade in Feng Ji's hand. Feng Ji had not moved from the beginning to the end, which allowed him to relax a little. Feng Ji didn't have any intention of killing him.

The matter was outside of his imagination, and the seemingly barbaric and monotonous Black Claw Tribe was also not simple. The pole definitely did not want to poison him because of its relationship with Kui Tu. Otherwise, it would be impossible for the pole to appear, so who exactly was the person behind the pole?

Someone who could make a pole lose everything and had to be defended was definitely not simple. It was impossible for ordinary people to have such an identity. Could it be Black Claw?

This world had always been a fog for him. The Black Claw's abnormal and powerful right arm, the method he used to extract the essence from the plants, and even Little Red Sand's ability to supply him with oxygen in the midst of extreme suffocation, this world was definitely a secret that he could not imagine.

However, Little Red Sand didn't hesitate. It walked up and picked up the Zhanmadao, then prepared to take off its pants, telling Feng Feng to stop. If he didn't hit anyone in the face, then there was no need for him to act despicably.

However, Chi Ya excitedly shouted to Feng Ji: "Haha, it's all yours now, it's all yours now! How about you go and rob a few more of them?"

He only hated Big Claw and Big Claw's mother. It was because of them that he had lost everything, and the horn in his hand that he held in his hand, the one that pierced his skin, was soaked in blood, he wanted to shout out loud, vent the depression in his heart, but his eyes were powerless as he watched the three people, Big Claw and Big Claw, walk into his house and pick and choose.

In the Black Claw Tribe, even if he was poor, it would be difficult for him to raise a little girl like her, much less be polite. The level of his pants, but he would never give up on anything. He would never let go of even a single piece of the smoked meat hanging from the wooden beams.

Red sand was like a little mouse that fell into a rice barn, almost blissfully fainting. The stem of the sand date cake was packed in a gunny sack, the sand date cake was dry and compact, easy to store, it wouldn't break even after half a year. The pile of sand date cake on the ground had almost formed a small hill as tall as the red sand, making her laugh for the first time while hugging the one-third of her sand date cake.

The pole women and children were all huddled in a corner, looking at the bandit like people rummaging through boxes. In the Western Wilderness, their possessions were food, swords, guns, women, and children. These things no longer belonged to the pole, so the peak could arrange them as they pleased.

His thoughts were not on these things, and he was not planning to sell his people. All eyes were focused on the smoked meat, and there was no one who only knew how to consume food. As for the red sand … She just had a headache about how to move the pastries away, and while they were busy, the tribe finally reacted.

Meanwhile, Red Sand cleverly hid himself behind the biscuit, not daring to show his head. Holding the Fangs Blade in one hand and the gloomy Black Claw in the other, the pair of arrogant and indifferent eyes collided with the craziness and brutality in the Black Claw's eyes.

Dozens of Horde Warriors stood on top of Black Claw with hostile glares. Kui Tu was just an accident, because of Kui Tu's death, Black Claw replaced the punishment with the assessment.

If they let this unrestricted challenge come, they did not know whether or not they would be like a stick lying on the ground tomorrow, helplessly watching as their property was taken away by someone else.

At this moment, the peak became their idol, and none of the attendants could defeat these experienced warriors. The peak created a miracle, and Black Claw's strict eyes did not make the peak yield.

"Why are you doing this?" No one could guess what Black Claw was thinking. Happy, Black Claw will grind its claws, angry, Black Claw will grind its claws, even if it is deep in thought, Black Claw will grind its claws, rubbing its claws is the way Black Claw hides his heart, which is also the reason for everyone's suspicion.

"Don't tell me you don't know about the barbecue? "Someone wants me to die. No matter who it is, as long as I don't die, they will never be able to make me feel at peace …" Feng Feiyun's disdainful reply was once again depressed by Black Claw's surprised look.

"Could it be that Black Claw didn't want to kill me?" Gao Feng had always thought that only Black Claw was qualified to keep his mouth shut, but he never thought that Black Claw, who occupied the highest position in the tribe, would want to kill him with only one claw.

"Who told me what was going on? What barbecue? Who was it that wanted to kill the Three Claws? " No matter how conflicted Black Claw was with Three Claws, Three Claws was still his son. As long as his son did not make a mistake, no one could use Three Claws.

Black Claw's angry roar caused the pole to tremble all over. He looked at the ground, feeling extremely conflicted. If he were to be involved in the dispute between Black Claw and his wife, where would he be? At this moment, he hated Big Claw and that woman to the extreme, so why did Black Claw appear? If they were to get involved in the dispute over the heir, they would be against the rules of the Black Claw Tribe. If they didn't die, they would at least lose a layer of skin.

This was the first time the tribe warriors had heard this. They were all bewildered. Some of them looked at the others, who were the Great Elder's side. Since they had killed Kui Tu with their three claws, they had a reason to attack.

"Bro, if others don't know, you probably don't know, right? As long as you say so, I don't want any of your property at all. " He pulled himself away from the opposing side of the tribe warriors. One should not make too many enemies, or else he would never be able to live a peaceful life. He did not want to sleep until he could open his eyes.

"Bro, you're the one who sent the barbecue to San Zhua? "Who told you to do it?" He was wondering if Feng Ji was his son, why did he change his mind so quickly. Yesterday, it could be said that Kui Tu and Big Claw had colluded together to assassinate Big Claw, but today, the Three Claws came knocking on his door with reason. It was as if in one night, the intelligence of the Three Claws had increased tenfold.

"Black Claw, I don't want to kill the three claws. Someone asked me to give you the things. I can only say this …" The majority of the tribe warriors present were all confused. They didn't know what was going on, but Black Claw already knew about it, and so did Feng Feng.

"This matter ends here. When I go back, Three Claws will not be allowed to come out. Tomorrow morning, I will participate in the Warrior's Examination."

After throwing down those words, Black Claw turned around and left, leaving behind a group of people who were blankly staring at the peak and pole.

Maybe the red sand knew what he was going to do, so it didn't immediately let go. It made the peak frown, and allowed the peak to smoothly take it. It helplessly watched as the peak thrust the blade into the sand in front of the pole, causing the pole to involuntarily tremble.

"Don't have another chance …" However, after seeing the unfriendly look in his eyes, he mustered up his courage and brought out two pieces of smoked meat, closely following the peak. Behind him was the red sand with the bread.

He stared at the back of the mountain with a complicated expression. His heart skipped a beat as he shouted, "Be careful of the claws, especially tomorrow during the exam …"

He stopped and continued to walk forward as if he didn't hear anything. He didn't have much of an idea as he thought to himself, "I've already taken three claws and a knife, and I've also eaten a piece of his meat. What am I going to do with the two pieces of meat in my hand?" Or should he take it? "This is really difficult …"

"Where should I bury him? Such a big piece of sandy-jujube cake, it will definitely make all the Chenu crazy, I eat it all by myself? Or did he eat it alone? "Yes, I just saw the grass roots and dry dung being removed from the ground, so I might as well send some to them tonight. I won't be afraid of not having enough to eat since I have an owner …" The red sand finally made up his mind. He looked at the jujube cake in his arms with some sympathy. It was as if he could see a small piece, a small piece of bread slowly flying away. In the end, not a single piece was left.

In his mind, he thought back to Black Claw, the staff, and Big Claw's figure. He did not know who was plotting against him, but Big Claw, that weak and emotional guy, was originally fearless in his eyes. To be more accurate, the pole was stronger than Big Claw, but it was not Black Claw, so could Big Claw, who was also a servant, have the ability to make the pole listen to orders?

As he thought about it, he stood in front of his own house in the tribe, looking at his own thin and open villa, and could not help but smile bitterly. Whether it was the poles or the soil, compared to their house, the house at the peak was like a latrine, and even so, the peak still felt a heartfelt sense of satisfaction, at least this belonged to him.

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