"Bai Su, try to stay alive." Mu Jieyu glanced at Xuanyuan Zhirong, closed his eyes slightly, and said plain but bloody words from the corners of his lips.
Regardless of whether the obstruction in front was a coincidence or deliberate, Mu Jieyu could tell from their steady footsteps that none of them were real farmers, and that all of them had martial arts skills. In this case, they were enemies rather than friends, and she had never dealt with her enemies.
Don't be soft-hearted.
"Yes." Bai Su responded, then headed towards the direction of the noise.
Mu Jieyu sat calmly in the carriage, his eyes gently closed, listening to the sound of clapping hands and fists coming soon, mixed with the screams, which was very strange in the empty and calm night.
It was harsh, and the strong smell of blood quickly filled the cold wind at night, with each wave overpowering the other.
About two sticks of incense passed, and the voice gradually subsided and stopped abruptly. Mu Jieyu suddenly opened his eyes, and his ears immediately remembered Bai Su's cold voice: "Miss, three people ran away, seven of them were captured alive.
There is also something presented to the prince."
Mu Jieyu stretched out his hand to lift the curtain, and a mahogany token stained with blood appeared in front of his eyes. Mu Jieyu just glanced at it lightly, took it and handed it to Xuanyuan Zhirong. He stood up, opened the door, and jumped out of the carriage.
Even in early summer, the cold wind in the middle of the night was still biting. Mu Jieyu couldn't help but stretched out his hands to gather his cloak and stepped forward.
Seven people were lying on the dirt floor in a mess. These people were all covered in blood, and their bones were extremely strong. They were all obviously seriously injured, but none of them howled in pain. Just because of their strength, it didn't matter.
Will it be a poor farmer?
"You are not from the Great Scenery." Mu Jieyu narrowed his moon-like eyes slightly, and his tone was firm, as if he was stating an undoubted fact.
"Princess?" Wang Ke looked at Mu Jieyu in disbelief, even with a hint of uncertainty. He was Xuanyuan Zhirong's right-hand assistant. He had been with Xuanyuan Zhirong since he was ten years old.
Accompanying Xuanyuan Zhirong on the battlefield, he was very knowledgeable, but he didn't see any flaws.
"Their teeth." Mu Jieyu glanced at Wang Ke lightly.
As soon as Mu Jieyu finished speaking, the people who were thrown to the ground immediately closed their mouths involuntarily. Without further investigation, Wang Ke understood from these people's reactions that what Mu Jieyu said was true. He looked at Mu Jie
Yu's eyes couldn't help but be filled with awe.
The teeth of these people are long and sharp. Only people who like to eat raw meat have such sharp teeth. Looking at the entire Kyushu, only the Canglang tribe after Beizhao and Minnan has such characteristics. This nation's
There are few people, but all of them are as ferocious and cruel as the wild wolves in the mountains. Everyone can fight with the wolves in the mountains. They are also proud of being able to kill wild wolves with their bare hands. This national custom has created their extremely terrifying wildness and cruelty.
character.
In addition to their teeth and physique, these people in front of them no longer have the characteristics of the Canglang Clan in many places. Even their ferocity and ruthlessness are far away. This shows that these people have not been here for a day or two.
, not even one or two years, but at least three to five years, otherwise he would not have been assimilated so completely, and his abilities would not have been so reduced.
Thinking of this, Mu Jieyu raised his eyes and looked at the distant village blending into the night. The villagers there...