"No, we can't stay here anymore. Should we go back to Drew City first?"
Cold sweat broke out on Baimu Qingfu's forehead. He just had the idea of returning to Drew City, but quickly gave it up.
If you don't leave until something happens, and if something happens, you leave. Isn't this a guilty conscience? There is no three hundred taels of silver in this place.
Then, there is only one way left, escape and go to Langya!
Anyway, my family has already picked her up, and according to the latest news, my wife and children have been taken to Mocheng and are safe.
Baimu Qingfu was born a bandit and learned the true meaning of life-saving. Although he only discovered signs of danger, it was not immediately exposed, so he decided to run away immediately.
But then I thought again and ran back empty-handed, seemingly unable to explain to Li Wenhao.
You can't just say that you're afraid of death and just run away when you hear the slightest news, right?
In fact, he also wanted to make up an excuse, but for some reason, there seemed to be a mysterious power in his heart that prevented him from doing so.
"Damn it, when did I become so loyal to Langya? I don't even want to tell a lie!"
Baimu Qingfu had no choice but to walk around the military formation alone and secretly sneaked towards the Oasis camp. He planned to take advantage of Yanguang Zuomu and others on the front line to bring a head to the camp as a meeting gift.
"We've already come, we can't turn around anymore, right?"
More than twenty minutes later, Baimu Qingfu returned to the oasis camp and came to a remote corner of the Yan tribe's army station.
Looking at a small courtyard in front of me, I bravely walked inside.
"Bermudian!"
A sixth-level Yan clan general who was guarding in the dark strode out. Facing the second master Yan Guangzu's good friend, he was relatively polite.
"Oh, it's the fifth general. Guangzu asked me to deliver something!" Baimu Qingfu said hello with a smile.
"Okay, you go in. I have to say that I can't be too polite to this kind of illegitimate child who doesn't know what's good or bad. He's so shameless and dares to shout at the boss, what is it?"
The sixth-level Yan Clan general looked disdainful and waved to his men behind him to get out of the way.
"No matter what, it is Mr. Lao's blood. Mr. Lao is cherishing his talent!" Baimu Qingfu stopped and chatted for a few words, then waved his hand and staggered into the yard.
He didn't act eager at all, and even had a bit of reluctance on his face.
When I opened the door, an unpleasant smell came.
Upon closer inspection, there were no iron cages or shackles as expected, only the smell of alcohol and a young Yan tribe man with disheveled hair and stains all over his body.
Yanxue Qingguang, a thirty-two-year-old seventh-level powerhouse, is one of the youngest seventh-level powerhouses of the Yan clan in this generation.
He is loved and nurtured by Yanguang Zuomu on weekdays, otherwise he would not be able to practice so quickly.
But who would have thought that this guy is actually the illegitimate grandson of Yan Guang Zuomu.
As for the illegitimate son's father, Yanxue's illegitimate son, the patriarch of the Yanxue family, and other descendants of the bloodline, they were all suppressed in the underground blood bank and became blood cows.
After the underground blood bank was exposed, Yanxue Qingguang was furious, holding a weapon, and rushed into Yanguang Zuomu's tent to avenge his own father and many brothers and sisters.
As a result, he was captured alive by Yan Guangzu and the masters of the Yan clan. Seeing that he was about to kill him to avoid future troubles, Yan Guang Zuomu stopped him and was forced to tell the truth.
At this time, everyone was stunned and almost thought that they had heard something wrong. Who would have thought that there is such a big melon?
At the same time, the controversy over Yanguang Zuomu using the essence and blood of his tribe to practice martial arts has also been alleviated.
After all, they use their own cubs, which are produced and sold by themselves, and they do not harm the children of other tribes in the Yan tribe, so everyone will not be in danger.
As for reputation, Yanguang Zuomu seems to have never had such a thing, and he has never cared about it.
It's just a pity that Yanxueqingguang, the benefactor has become the enemy, and he is still the grandfather. Now the young man is just drinking to relieve his sorrow. He has not gone crazy yet, which is already good.
"Qingguang, the boss asked me to give you a bottle of wine!"
Baimu Qingfu sighed slightly, took out a bottle of wine from his arms and placed it on the table.
The wine pot is not big, about a palm high, and is carved from purple ink jade, with the flame pattern of the Yanguang family on it.
"Bring me wine!" Yanxue Qingguang's body moved and slowly raised his head, revealing a haggard face under his long and messy hair.
A pair of dull eyes slowly looked at the wine bottle on the table.
He has narrow eyes and a high nose. It must be said that he is a very handsome young man, and he does not have the stinky smell of a direct descendant of the Yanguang family.
"Sure enough, we are here anyway, old thief Yanguang, you are so poisonous!"
Yanxue Qingguang smiled, with tears streaming down his face. He had seen such a wine jug before. This was the wine used by the Yanguang family to execute their own children. As long as the spiritual power is sealed, one sip will kill you.
He is in this situation now, his spiritual power is blocked and he has no power to resist.
The only benefit of this wine is that it doesn't cause any pain, which can be regarded as a preferential treatment given by the Yanguang family to their disciples.
It is said that it tastes pretty good. Of course, this was said by an unlucky guy before he died. I don’t know if it is true or not.
After laughing, Yanxue Qingguang stretched out his right hand and grabbed the wine bottle. Two lines of hot tears flowed from the corners of his eyes. He raised his head and was about to drink it.
"Wait a moment!"
Baimu Qingfu stretched out his hand by some mistake and grabbed the wine bottle in Yanxue Qingguang's hand.
"I must be crazy today!"
Baimu Qingfu cursed in a low voice, stared at the other person's eyes tightly, and lowered his voice: "If I give you a way out, the price will be to be hunted down by the Yanguang family for the rest of your life, and even be labeled a traitor by the entire Yan clan.
, are you willing to leave?"
After saying that, Baimu Qingfu felt a little regretful. He had originally planned to use the head of Yanguang Zuomu's only seventh-level grandson as a gift.
How did you become a rescuer?
No matter what Yanxue Qingguang says, the blood flowing on his body is also the blood of the Yanguang family. Can he be trusted?
Could it be that he saw his former self in the flaming blood and green light?
"You, you want to let me go, why?" Yanxue Qingguang suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the man in front of him in surprise.
Although this guy is not from the Yan tribe, he has a very good relationship with Ancestor Yan Guang. Why does he want to help him? Is it a trap?
"Maybe I'm stupid!"
Baimu Qingfu shook his head with a bitter look on his face, put down his hand that was tightly grasping the wine bottle, and said with a trace of memory in his eyes: "Actually, I am an illegitimate child just like you.
Speaking of which, your luck is better, Yan Guang Zuo Mu still provides you with food, drink and cultivation.
It was different for me. My mother was killed and I fled into the mountains alone to become a bandit.
By robbing, by being gangster, by doing dirty work for those big shots, and by using various shady means to collect resources, we are where we are today."
"What happened later? Did you find the family that abandoned you?" Yanxue Qingguang was obviously attracted by Baimu Qingfu's words. He put down the wine bottle and asked eagerly.
That nervous expression seemed to be looking for the answer he wanted.