Mao Dun looked at the crossbow on the ground, shining with cold light, and couldn't help feeling palpitated.
Why does this divine envoy seem to be mentally disturbed?
Sure enough, do people who come into contact with gods have more or less mental problems?
Qin Feng was held down hard by Hei Niu and Tiezhu.
After being beaten for countless times, he was finally tied up.
But Qin Feng still had a sneer on his lips and said arrogantly:
"I don't think you respect me very much?"
Tie Zhu was beaten until he grinned and said with a sad face:
"How dare I disrespect you, boss."
"Then why are you showing your health bar? Are you looking down on me?"
"What is a blood bar?"
Without waiting for Qin Feng to answer, Hei Niu stuffed a ball of linen into his mouth and said angrily:
"Maybe it means, um, hawthorn strips."
Mao Dun wiped a cold sweat and looked at Qin Feng, who was struggling and still wanted to touch the strong crossbow, and quickly kicked the strong crossbow away.
If you really let him give you a shot, I'm afraid you'll have to go to see the Immortal God!
Chen Ping forced out an awkward smile, bowed slightly and said:
"It made King Zuo Xian laugh."
Mao Dun also grinned, he almost lost his life just now!
He couldn't help but asked doubtfully:
“I wonder what’s going on, Lord God Envoy?
It was fine just now, why did it suddenly become like this?"
Chen Ping looked serious and said in a deep voice:
"This is the destiny of a divine messenger. Since it carries the greatness of divine power, it must bear serious consequences."
Upon hearing this, Mao Dun also became solemn and said respectfully:
"Appreciate further details."
Chen Ping looked up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle and sighed deeply, as if he was remembering some bad memory.
He pondered for a long time and then slowly said:
"Master God Envoy, he carries the power of light of the God of Tiga, so he naturally shares weal and woe with the God.
But as the spokesperson of light, gods want to slay demons in the heavens.
You also know that this god is invincible three minutes ago and resigned to fate three minutes later, so he is often beaten."
Modu suddenly opened his eyes wide and said in disbelief:
"Do gods also get beaten?"
Chen Ping gave him a strange look, then pointed and still sneered.
Qin Feng, who kept greeting his parents even though he was gagged, said helplessly:
"If the gods can't be beaten, why are the messengers so nervous?
It’s not because I was beaten that I was mentally shocked!”
Mao Dun looked a little strange, pointed to his head, and said hesitantly:
"Is it serious?"
Chen Ping sighed and reached out to take out the linen cloth from Qin Feng's mouth.
Immediately, obscene words spewed out.
"Fuck you! You big **** has the ability to challenge me!
Dare you show your health bar? I'll kill you, you big ****!
Dog**! Go ahead and eat**!”
Modu suddenly opened his mouth wide, his face full of disbelief, and everyone was numb from the spray!
How can you still curse people like this?
Although I couldn’t understand many of the words spoken.
But just by distinguishing them a little, you can see that they are some tiger and wolf words that are easy to be harmonized.
You are indeed the envoy of God! He has a unique way of cursing people!
Chen Ping stuffed the linen cloth back into Qin Feng's mouth and said sadly;
"This is the sadness of the angels."
Mao Dun patted Chen Ping on the shoulder and comforted:
"Please grief."
Chen Ping waved his hand and asked Hei Niu and Tie Zhu to move Qin Feng into the tent.
Although Qin Feng looks serious, he is actually not.
The mushroom that could cause him to hallucinate was the toadstool with the mildest symptoms on the prairie.
After all, nothing happened to the black cow and he was still alive and kicking.
Therefore, there is no need to worry about Qin Feng's life for the time being, but he is just a little uncomfortable.
Chen Ping pulled a rocking chair over and motioned for Mao Dun to sit on it.
Moton was very reserved at first, but when he lay on the fur-covered lounge chair, he suddenly felt that the tiger leather seats in his tent were garbage.
Then I took the roasted cumin mutton buns handed over by Chen Ping and took a bite. The aroma was simply amazing!
The mutton inside is skewered and grilled with cumin, pepper and salt.
Then roll it out, the pieces are clearly defined, wrap it in a bun, put it in the naan pit, and bake it slowly.
Once you take a bite, it's charred on the outside and tender on the inside. It's simply irresistible.
Coupled with the iced yogurt, Mao Dun felt that it was not as good as the dogs he had eaten before!
Chen Ping was not in a hurry. He took a sip of tea and smiled as he watched Mo Dun eating one bite after another. He kindly reminded:
"King Zuoxian, eat slowly, there are still many here.
If you like it, you can come here to eat every day in the future.”
Mao Dun had finished five mutton roasted buns in one go, and felt a little embarrassed for a moment:
"Mr. Chen, don't watch me eat. You should eat some too."
Chen Ping shook his head and said fondly:
"These mutton grilled buns are specially prepared for you.
I have long heard that King Zuo Xian liked to eat mutton since he was a child, so I made some."
As soon as he heard this, Mao Dun couldn't help but feel his eyes heat up.
Since my mother passed away, no one has said this to me for many years.
It is true that I like to eat mutton, but since the death of my mother, the Yan family has changed people, and I wish I could get rid of him.
Let alone the mutton grilled buns, it would be good if you don't give him a glass of poisonous wine.
Of course, it's possible that I've been given it, but I just didn't drink it.
Mao Dun wiped the corners of his eyes and looked at Chen Ping with a much softer look:
"Master Chen, I came here this time to ask for advice on what to do next."
Chen Ping took a sip of tea and muttered:
"Continue to show your kindness to Touman Shanyu and show your surrender.
You can send some of these mutton grilled buns to Touman Shanyu."
Mao Dun nodded and said:
"Disciple, please remember this."
Chen Ping continued:
"Then I will ask Touman Shanyu to guard the eastern territory of the Xiongnu and destroy the Donghu!"
Upon hearing this, Maodun's expression suddenly changed slightly and he hesitated:
"But Donghu is a wealthy family with a hundred thousand strings.
Normally, even great chanyu would not dare to act rashly when dealing with them."
Chen Ping suddenly looked enigmatic, pointed at the tent, then at himself, and said confidently:
"Don't worry, as long as I'm here and the divine messenger is here, everything will be fine."
Mao Dun hesitated for a moment, then nodded heavily.
He bowed his hands and prepared to go to find Touman Chanyu.
After all, his wealth and life at this time were already tied to Chen Ping and Qin Feng.
If these two people can save themselves, they naturally want to become stronger.
It's nothing more than an exchange of interests. Mao Dun even feels that the relationship of interests is much more reliable than the so-called friendship.
Seeing Mao Dun go away, Chen Ping looked at the three cumin mutton grilled buns left in the naan pit and shouted:
"Hei Niu, there are three left, I'll give them to you."
Unexpectedly, the greedy Comrade Hei Niu curled his lips and threw away the three buns, muttering:
"Don't think I'm stupid. I saw you secretly putting some powder into the mutton early in the morning. You are really a poisonous person..."
