Su Han stood at the suspension bridge on the left side of Fengwu Mountain. Jiang Bin and Yang Fan held the old turtle together. She glanced at the statue and then looked back at the old turtle. After going back and forth a few times, she frowned.
"Old turtle, it seems to be more majestic than you? Don't you have long hair?" Su Han asked doubtfully.
Everyone who heard it pursed their lips and smiled, and Zhuo Yufan even laughed out loud. He didn't think that this old turtle could understand what she said.
When he saw the old turtle opening his mouth and making a "hissing" sound, he was immediately stunned. He didn't even close his grinning mouth, but just widened his eyes.
Moreover, he also found that there was a hint of anger in the old turtle's eyes, and he was looking at Su Han.
"You're not convinced. It's obvious that you are. See for yourself, how powerful and intimidating I am. But you...you're not big and have a bad temper, but you know how powerful I am. What abilities and abilities do you have in this nest?"
Go down and fight that 'little black' for three hundred rounds, and give me a few of its shiny black scales, and I'll praise you for how beautiful you are. Otherwise, don't try to make me change my mind, huh!" Su Han, you're welcome.
He was training the old turtle.
The old turtle, who had always been lazy and would sink motionless at the bottom of the water without stretching his head for air, was really different this time.
It is not small in size and can move with great strength. However, it has always been docile, mainly because it is lazy. If someone holds it, it will not move around.
This time it really moved, and neither Jiang Bin nor Yang Fan could hold it up. It fell directly from their hands to the ground. Fortunately, there was grass on the ground and the soil was soft.
It rolled around on the ground a few times and crawled towards the edge of the cliff.
Jiang Bin and Yang Fan were both surprised. They stood next to Su Han respectively. Jiang Bin asked in a low voice: "So the old turtle can get up so fast. This is the first time I have seen him."
"Don't talk about you, this is my first time. It has always been able to stay still. It will never move. When there is no motivation to move it except eating, this old boy can really pretend." Su Han curled his lips slightly, very displeased.
Said with satisfaction.
"Sir, is it really going to fall over the cliff? How high is it? If it falls, it will fall to death, and the turtle's shell will be broken..." Yunlan said worriedly.
"You think it's stupid, believe it or not, it won't jump down when it reaches the edge of the cliff." Su Han said with a chuckle.
Sure enough, after the old turtle climbed to the edge of the cliff, it stopped, stretched its turtle neck very long, and opened its mouth. Everyone only heard a very slight "hissing" sound, but this sound was louder than just now.
The protest against Su Han was much longer. Just like it, it seemed like a "long roar"!
Everyone was waiting. After it "roared", it was extremely quiet here, and there was no reaction under the cliff.
Just when they thought that the old turtle's cry was too weak and the black dragon under the cliff didn't hear it, they saw a group of people appear on the suspension bridge and rush toward them.
At this time, thick fog quickly rose from under the cliff, and soon covered the entire suspension bridge.
When Su Han was caught by Jiang Bin and Yang Fan and retreated, she also shouted loudly: "Old turtle, retreat!"
At this moment, a sharp bamboo whistle sounded. The sound was so penetrating that all the listeners were shocked.
After this sharp sound, there was another slow sound. If you listen carefully, it seems to have a tune.
Just when the sound of the bamboo whistle stopped, another low whistle came. At the same time, the surge of mist spread faster toward them, and among the low whistle, there was a faint "hissing" sound.
Ha" sound.
"Old turtle! Come back!" Su Han yelled again.
But she didn't call Lao Gui back, but she saw Puyang Hongjun rushing out from the thick fog. When he rushed to her, he asked angrily: "What was that just now!"
"My old turtle!" Su Han answered calmly, and then said hurriedly: "Please ask your little black to stop quickly. My old turtle is too small. It can't even fit between its teeth. Don't really eat it."
Here..."
"Come on!" Puyang Hongjun glared at her, then put a black whistle in his mouth, and another crisp whistle sounded.
But there was no response to the low whistling sound, and the thick fog did not dissipate. After a while, a "hissing" sound was heard.
This made Puyang Hongjun stunned. She suddenly turned her head and looked at Su Han: "You said that's just your turtle?"
"Yes, the one I raised is naturally from my family." Su Han patted his chest without fear of him.
"That's not right!" Puyang Hongjun frowned and said.
"What's wrong? I raised it. Originally it was only about the size of a palm. It looked quite good-looking when it was a child. But the older it gets, the more ugly it becomes. But it can still be seen. It just eats a bit too much, but it doesn't matter if it eats a meal.
Ten days." Su Han argued with him unconvinced.
Puyang Hongjun ignored her and blew the whistle again, this time more urgently, but still got no response from the low whistle. This time, there was no "hiss" from the old turtle.
And from the mist in the direction of the suspension bridge, several more people rushed out from there. They all held weapons in their hands. They were no longer the farm tools they had seen before, but real long black swords with markings on them.
The textures of different patterns are different for everyone, even the graphics of the sword hilt are different.
Seeing Puyang Hongjun standing with these people, still blowing the black whistle, these people immediately faced the cliff, raised their swords, and entered a state of alert.
Su Han's eyes had long been attracted by the black swords in their hands. Because she was standing beside Puyang Hongjun, his height had blocked her sight, so she leaned forward and stretched out her neck.
Stare over there.
Puyang Hongjun stopped the whistle, turned his head again, and saw her appearance at this time. He couldn't help but follow her gaze and frowned again.
"Princess, what on earth is that of yours!" he asked angrily.
Su Han looked up at him: "I won't tell you, old turtle."
"Impossible!" He growled again, obviously very angry, but he could still maintain a good demeanor.
"If you don't believe me, I originally wanted them to be friends. Who knew it would be like this? If something happens to my old turtle, you can't default on it. You have to compensate me no matter what." Su Han also said with a stiff neck.
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"Obviously you are the ones who messed up Xiao Hei's territory. Even if it is swallowed up by Xiao Hei, you are still to blame. You people are so unreasonable." A young man on the other side, aged seventeen or eight years old, said angrily.
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"Why are you being so unreasonable? You're obviously here to make friends. That little black guy in your family has such a bad temper. Even if you don't make friends, you can't hurt anyone. If you don't let me compensate, who should I ask to compensate? Let Xiao Hei."
"Su Han refused to admit defeat and glared at him with his hands on his hips, as if he was about to fight.
"Don't think about it!" Puyang Hongjun said immediately. When he looked at her again, he said helplessly: "You never thought about giving up, right?"
"I didn't think about it. Even if it was coming, I wouldn't have to put it here with you. I don't have such a big place to raise it. I was kind-hearted, but who knew they couldn't live in peace? If not, then why would your family keep it here?
There is such a carving there, it is obviously the appearance of my old turtle. I must say that you have misled me, this is a magical turtle!" Su Han rolled his eyes at him again.
"What did you say! Same!" Puyang Hongjun's surprised voice became louder.