Song Ankang's expression was quite nervous. As soon as he finished cutting the fodder, he felt a movement in the ground.
Song Ankang originally thought that the earth dragon had turned over, and he had to go back quickly to save his mother and aunts.
Who would have thought that as soon as he came out, he would hear the news of something happening in the king's tent.
So Song Ankang quickly lowered his head, put his hands into his sleeves and walked back quickly.
On weekdays, that's all. If something happens to the Yi people, it's fine.
He, a native of Anguo, would definitely be the first to be displeased.
Just as he walked quickly back to the shack, he found that Song Rongde, who was supposed to die in the red tent, was squatting on the ground looking at the green grass on the ground in a daze.
Song Ankang couldn't figure out what was so good about grass, but Song Rongde actually wanted to laugh while looking at it.
Could it be that this person is really crazy!
Also, why did this woman come here from the red tent?
Isn't she afraid of death?
Now that something has happened to King Yi, he will be angered if he is not careful.
The angry Yi people didn't care whether he had surrendered or not. They would only use his identity as an Anguo person to make excuses.
It is impossible to say that it will directly kill him...
I mentally summarized for myself a hundred possible ways to die.
Song Ankang resolutely rushed over and covered Jin Qing's mouth, carefully dragged Jin Qing aside, and scolded in a low voice: "Why are you here? Why don't you go back quickly? Don't you want to live anymore?"
Jin Qing turned her head to the side and glared at Song Ankang fiercely from the corner of her eyes: This guy has shattered her beautiful vision of her appearance.
707: "..." I really don't know what you have to look forward to. The sheep raised by the Yi tribe in the pen are much prettier than you.
There are so many!
Much...
Song Ankang ignored Jin Qing's anger and directly took off his clothes and covered Jin Qing's head.
Then he bent down and put Jin Qing on his shoulders: "Don't make any noise later, I will find a way to send you back."
Panicked by the surrounding situation, Song Ankang ignored Jin Qing's rapid recovery.
Now he just wants to send this troubled sister away as soon as possible.
Jin Qing, who was forced to lie on Song Ankang's shoulders: "..." Believe it or not, I will kill you right now.
707: "...Believe it, believe it, I believe it!" If you can do it, I will take off the wrinkles on your head.
Song Ankang, who still didn't know that he was in danger, strode towards the red tent.
It's not that he is cold-blooded, it's just that he and Song Rongde have always been in two different worlds.
Being able to carry Song Rongde back at this time was already his greatest kindness to Song Rongde.
Jin Qing was very satisfied with Song Ankang's success.
She yawned and lay on Song Ankang's shoulder like a dead dog.
In fact, it’s not a bad thing to have free labor that can carry you around.
I just don’t know if Song Ankang eats a lot.
707: "..." I am only sixteen years old, do you think you are still a human being?
The young man carried Jin Qing on his shoulders and staggered towards the red tent.
It's a pity that his physical strength is really not good. He just walked a few short steps with swaying steps, as if he might fall down at any time.
Jin Qing sighed: No, you can't have this. With your body so weak, you will definitely need more food to maintain your health.
This business is not a good deal!
707: "..." You are indeed not a human, because you are a real dog.
Although Song Ankang prides himself on being cold-blooded, he could have left Song Rongde behind just now.
But instead of doing this, he took the initiative to shoulder the burden of Song Rongde.
From this point of view, his host is still the less human!
Song Ankang knew the royal court of the Yi tribe quite well, so he arrived near the red tent in a few steps.
Just as he was about to send Jin Qing to a safe area, a voice suddenly shouted from behind: "Who is that person?"
Song Ankang felt a little cold in his heart, but he still managed to squeeze out a smile and looked back: "Sir, you are a slave!"
The face of the man who was called an adult was filled with a solemn look: "What are you carrying on your body?"
Song Ankang licked his face and smiled at the man: "Yesterday, I was fascinated by the heroic deeds of the adults. Today I can't help but sneak a girl out to satisfy my craving. Don't blame me, adults."
Having said that, he didn't forget to point Jin Qing's feet toward the visitor.
An Dynasty women wore embroidered shoes, while Yi women wore boots.
Song Ankang wanted to use this method to tell the Yi people in front of him that he was stealing women from the An Dynasty.
On weekdays, these Yi people most like to see the Anchao people fighting in their dens.
The more Anguo people bully each other, the happier they become.
Song Ankang originally thought of using this method to get out of trouble, but today is obviously not Song Ankang's lucky day.
The Yiren kicked Song Ankang to the ground.
Jin Qing's head was still covered with Song Ankang's clothes. When Song Ankang was kicked down, she seemed to fly out.
But in fact, she had secretly lucked out and landed smoothly on the ground.
In this regard, 707 no longer wants to make any comments.
What else can he say? The fact that the host is a dog has been confirmed, okay?
Song Ankang's cry of pain finally pleased the Yi soldier.
I saw the man roaring a few times in the distance, successfully attracting more barbarians.
These people first exchanged a few words in dialect, and then looked at Song Ankang with interest.
Their level is not high enough and they cannot approach the royal court at all.
Therefore, we only know roughly that something happened to Wang.
As for what happened, we have to wait for notification from colleagues...
Therefore, they vented their anxiety and uneasiness on Song Ankang, a native of Anguo.
He said something in dialect again, and the Yi people laughed wildly.
At the same time, he was approaching Song Ankang step by step.
Seeing their evil intentions, Song Ankang's face turned pale. He sat on the ground and backed away little by little.
But 707 discovered that Song Ankang's retreat direction cleverly avoided Jin Qing's position.
707's voice instantly raised an octave: "Host, if you continue to watch the excitement, Song Ankang will have to receive a lunch box. If every good person dies now, there will be one less one!"
Jin Qing: "..." A good sentence will make you talk nonsense!
At this moment, the leader of the Yi people had already walked up to Song Ankang. He raised his foot and stepped on Song Ankang with a grin: "I'll help you cut off the root, so you won't be greedy in the future... "
Song Ankang screamed and backed away, no matter how mature his mind was.
For the sixteen-year-old, what happened now was still so terrifying that it took his breath away.
But this time, the Yiren did not give him a chance to retreat.
Two feet pressed against his shoulders from behind, preventing him from moving.
But the feet of the man standing in front of Song Ankang stopped in mid-air.
He just liked to see the boy crying, so he didn't rush to step on it. It would be more interesting to scare him a few more times.
The two people behind Song Ankang muttered something dissatisfied.
This time Song Ankang understood. What they said was, "It's not fun. This kid didn't even wet his pants."
Knowing what the other party planned to see, Song Ankang gritted his teeth. He knew that he should do what the barbarians wanted now, but he really couldn't do it.
Just when Yi Ren raised his foot for the second time, Song Ankang suddenly heard a click in his ear...
