Vol 4 Chapter 4154: Desolate Seventeen
Happy Saint Ruins.
Wild tribe.
Great desert city, secret territory.
The land of the barren race showed a sense of depression everywhere, the mountains were bare, and the land was vast.
But between the barrenness and depression, there is a different kind of vitality.
At this time, a figure was walking in a long ancient road in the Secret Realm of the Desolate Race.
This person is sturdy in stature, restrained in temperament, and looks like he has thick eyebrows and big eyes, but more of it has a somewhat simple and honest feeling.
The appearance is not simple, the appearance is simple!
At this time, the man walked step by step to the end of the ancient road and came into a valley.
In the valley full of land, there are sowing rice fields, grain rice, etc. everywhere.
It's like a farmer's garden.
The man has just stepped into the valley.
"roll roll roll!"
An impatient curse sounded, and he shouted: "I stepped on a grain of Lao Tzu, and crushed an egg!"
"Uncle Seventeen, it's me..."
Huang Yifan stood at the mouth of the valley at this time, smiling helplessly, arching his hands.
"What's the matter with you? If you step on it, you still pinch!"
Hearing this, Huang Yifan was full of spirits and cautiously entered the valley.
I saw an old man in the rice field, wearing a fur coat, trousers rolled up, and stepping on the mud with his bare feet, facing the loess and back to the sky.
"Uncle Seventeen, the army has already started, part of it rushed to the north to meet the Chu clan, and some rushed to the east to meet the Ye clan... I'll talk to you..."
"Got it."
The old man turned his back to Huang Yifan, a little old man, looking at the rice field.
"Uncle Seventeen, are you still angry?"
Huang Yifan couldn't help but probe.
"I'm angry for a fart? I won't let you send troops, would you like it?"
The old man stood up suddenly, with big eyes like copper bells, staring at Huang Yifan, cursing: "Your father died early, you are the one who **** him..."
"Uncle Seventeen..." Huang Yifan scratched his head and said: "You fed me like this when you were a kid..."
"piss off."
The old man scolded and said, "I told you not to participate in the war. Your eleventh uncle asked you to participate in the war. You hit it off with him. You are indifferent, playing with Mu Qingyu's boy. Have you ever played with others?
Huang Yifan scratched his head again, looking embarrassed.
"Mu Qingyu, that person, you just pull your large intestines and small intestines together ten times, and they can't be as careful as others. People won't play with you, you can't play with them."
"Uncle Seventeen..."
Huang Yifan said helplessly: "Qingyu will not pit me."
"fart."
Huang Shiqi cursed: "He doesn't know if he can beat Di Ming and take you with him. What is it that you are not pitted?"
"He is my friend, brother..." Huang Yifan said again: "He has saved me thirteen times..."
"So you are stupid, you are stupid, you are stupid, it is a routine of your favor!"
Huang Yifan murmured: "Then he can't use his own life to trick me..."
"you……"
"Uncle Seventeen, this is not what I agree with alone. Uncle Eleven told me that Mu Yun is his beloved disciple. His beloved disciple is dead, and his disciple can't die..."
"Your Eleventh Uncle is a shit? Over the years, he has been blindly trying to figure out, why is he not even an emperor, an idiot!"
"Old seventeen, are you just behind me, telling the child bad things about me?" A leisurely voice suddenly sounded.
At the end of the day, Huang Shichi fell to the ground with one butt, and fell to his knees in the rice field with a thud, bowing his head and said: "Brother Eleven, no, I'm talking nonsense..."
However, after a long while, there was no sound.
Huang Shiqi raised his head, only seeing Huang Shiyi's figure.
"Uncle Seventeen, you..."
Huang Yifan smiled at this time, and slowly said: "Uncle Eleven hasn't come yet, he asked someone to send an image of himself, let me bring you..."
Huang Yifan said, taking out a sapphire color bead, palm-sized.
The beads flashed, radiantly radiant, and saw Huang eleven figure walking out of the beads.
"Asshole, you are fat, dare you play with me?"
Huang Shiqi was furious at the time, grabbed a handful of mud in his palm, and instantly came to Huang Yifan and slapped it.
Huang Yifan wanted to hide.
But can't hide it!
A muddy face, lined up on his face, entered his mouth.
Huang Yifan's whole person was suddenly embarrassed.
"Asshole stuff, play with me?"
Huang Shiqi cursed.
"OK OK."
The illusory figure that came out of the bead was Huang Eleven. At this moment, he said, "What are you fighting with the child? You scold me, I have heard it all, and I will settle the account with you next time I meet."
Huang Yifan stripped away the dirt on his face and hurriedly stepped aside.
Don't look at Uncle Seventeen's bluffing every day. When Uncle Eleven is met, it means that the mouse has not had a bad temper when he sees the cat.
"Eleven brother, I..."
"What? Not satisfied?"
Huang 11 looked towards Huang 17 and slowly said: "The chaos is approaching, the Huang clan should participate in the war or the war."
"Ye Xiaoyao had a great kindness to me in the deserted clan in the past years, and he was sentimental and reasonable. We can't stand by the side of the emperor's family."
Huang Shiqi whispered: "Then we are doing our lives for the Ye Clan again..."
"You kid, know a fart."
Huang Shixi Xuying wanted to squeeze Huang Shishi’s head, but she grabbed it, coughed, and stood up holding her hand: "This Canglan, either surnamed emperor, or surnamed Mu, is the glory of the Ye Clan. It has already passed. Let's focus on the future. The next bet is whether the Emperor Family wins or the Mu Family wins!
"The bet is right, the deserted clan rises."
"You made a wrong bet, and the Huang Clan is destroyed."
"It's that simple."
Huang eleven sighed and said: "Back then, we had some brothers, the eldest to the ninth, which one did not die in the hands of the emperor, it is impossible to help the emperor, and helping the mu family to fight the emperor is also considered revenge for our brothers."
The desert clan was also very powerful before.
Although it is unknown, it is coming soon.
There are more than 20 brothers in Huang 11 and Huang 17 in the same line. Now there are only two of them left.
Most of them died in the hands of the emperor's family, so the Ye Clan rises, and the Huang Clan will return to the Ye Clan.
"The hatred of the year cannot be forgotten."
Huang eleven slowly said: "Otherwise...what's the point of surviving you and me?"
Hearing this, Huang Shiqi was silent.
"correct!"
Huang 11 said again: "This time, you should be careful, saying that there is no chance that you will be able to impact the subsequent realm..."
"Ok?"
Seeing Huang Shiqi stunned, Huang Yiyi patted his head, and patted his head again, before he cursed: "Stupid, sluggish, that Mu Yun is not an ordinary person, I probably know the number of the emperor's fate. Anyway, get closer to him!"
Hearing this, Huang Shiqi's eyes widened.
"Okay, there is nothing else to do, stabilize the heart of the tribe, prepare to prepare, I will be here soon, then...hehe..."
Huang eleven words fell, showing a sneer.
With Huang eleven figure disappeared.
Huang Shiqi has been silent for a long time.
"Uncle Seventeen..."
"piss off!"
Huang Shiqi cursed and said: "Oh, you Yi Fan, dare to yin on me? I remember, I urinate..."
"Uncle Seventeen, I'm leaving first."
Huang Yifan didn't finish talking about it before Huang Yifan ran away.