"Cooperation?" Feng Lu repeated He Nan's focus. The expression on his face was extremely playful, as if he was appreciating the weight of the word "Tasting": "Is there anything we can talk about?"
He Nan yawned and put on a very calm posture: "Just now you said you only knew about the existence of the first letter, but I am still worried about the content of the second letter... so I We need to find the person who delivered the message for Zheng Zhai Leader."
"What's the benefit to us?" Although Feng Lu was not prepared to agree to He Nan's request, it was still possible to trick the other party.
Unexpectedly, the other party actually said this: "There is no benefit, because the person who made the contract with me was the leader of Zheng Village, not the entire Lianglongtang. If you want me to contribute to the gathering of Yama, that is another price." ”, although for the sake of Brother Zheng, I can make some concessions. "
These words were as abrupt as if there were two maces in front of you instead of chopsticks when you started eating. Firstly, Feng Lu couldn't figure out why He Nan could be so arrogant. Secondly, he couldn't figure out the purpose of He Nan's words. What is it - by raising such a high profile, are you asking people to do something?
But Feng Lu is worthy of being the deputy of one of the Ten Palaces of Hell. He has both good intelligence and force, and also has a certain reputation in the green forest. In terms of personal ability alone, he is far superior to Zheng Qulai. He immediately became Realized the crux of the problem.
"Congratulations." Feng Lu called out the other party's name, raising his thick eyebrows and squeezing out wavy forehead lines: "After all, this gathering of Yamas is also a thing in our green forest, and you are so inexplicable Where does your confidence come from? Are you so concerned about this Yama gathering that you have to get involved?"
Faced with Feng Lu's attempt to pry into and gain insight into his own heart, He Nan's response was incomprehensible to ordinary people. He answered two questions from the leader of Feng Village in a row, being frank but arrogant: "Confidence is innate. , and why do I want to get involved...Of course it's because I want to shuffle Lulin's cards..."
"Master Feng, don't you want to sit on the throne of Yama?"
He Nan's words were both impersonal and extremely arrogant, and they inevitably aroused Feng Lu's anger. The man's approaching posture was like a wild wolf. If the anger had warmth, it could even liquefy with the opening and closing of his mouth. White smoke floated in the air: "You are such an unreasonable person. You dare to speak so wildly. I really don't know whether to admire your courage or sympathize with your stupidity..."
"Since you are so honest to the point of stupidity, I might as well tell you something - if I really want to succeed the village master as the king of robbers, then obviously there is a better choice... that is to tie you up. Come on, use your life in exchange for that Wei Kui's head." As he spoke, Feng Lu had already reached within an arm's length in front of He Nan, and with lightning speed, he reached out to grab He Nan's collar.
"Damn, don't get so close to me. Didn't you brush your teeth this morning? You have bad breath!" Seeing Feng Lu reaching out to grab his big hand, He Nan quickly raised his right arm and covered his own with his sleeve. Only a pair of eyes and eyebrows that seemed to be taunting were left of the mouth and nose.
Feng Lu was not ashamed of his unwarranted bad breath. What really disturbed his mind was not the frequent behavior of He Mingmei Xiang, but that he realized one thing after he stretched out his hand. His arm was actually in a dilemma at this moment.
This second master Feng was a candy maker before he became a bandit, so a more appropriate description for him is the feeling of being wrapped in a semi-solidified, sticky candy product. Feng Lu thought about it again It was difficult to take even one step forward, and when I realized something was wrong, I tried to pull out my arm but felt powerless. .
"Deputy Village Leader!" The minions standing at the entrance of the stronghold saw the two sides deadlocked in such a weird posture. They all wanted to pick up their weapons and move forward. Several bows were already on the strings, aiming at He Nan's head.
"Ah... I advise you, don't act rashly." As he spoke, the handleless knife was already placed on Feng Lu's neck. The sharp blade hovered above the shoulder blade. He Nan didn't even need to raise his hand to cut off the opponent's arm. All you need to do is let go. "Bows and arrows are useless to me. If you don't believe me, you can try shooting an arrow."
Of course there are those who do not believe in evil, but the life of the deputy village leader
It is also true that he was pinched in someone's hand. All the minions were waiting for Feng Lu's order, and the client who was close to death also thought about his situation clearly: "You have two more tricks than I thought."
"If it's a brush, it's definitely not just two." He Nan's free left hand motioned for Feng Lu to follow him, and they didn't stop until the three of them were out of the precise shooting range of the bow and arrow.
In fact, this habitual offender did not lie about this matter. When the "Qi Ball" is opened, it will indeed isolate the arrows like many moves, but maintaining this barrier is quite time-consuming and energy-consuming. Even He Nan can't. It's hard to estimate how long they will be in a stalemate here, so I'd better try to save a little bit.
As for the touch of true energy like brown candy stuck to the soles, it is determined by the nature of He Nan's own true energy. At present, with He Nan's unremitting training, the range can be expanded to a distance of up to ten feet, and other Resilience Even if his body is as strong as Wei Kui's, he still has to be restrained for a moment.
And Feng Lu... also realized that He Nan gradually loosened his restraints after hijacking him to this position, so the hand hidden behind him gestured at his waist to signal the minions in an unattractive way. The way of attention is slowly approaching.
But... this little trick didn't seem to work. Xiaoyu flicked his fingers under his sleeves, and a rain curtain more than several feet wide slowly rose up in front of the mountain gate.
"Anyone who crosses this line will die." Feng Lu was already one of the best martial arts masters in Lianglongtang, but even he couldn't see what kind of skill this weak-looking girl used. The bandits who looked at Xiao Yu with coveted eyes were also afraid under the high wall built by this cold voice and true energy.
If there are still people who want to verify whether He Nan's words are true or false, then Xiao Yu's expression can make everyone give up the idea of "giving it a try".
"We are not acting randomly... We are prepared." He Nan smiled at Feng Lu, "I can't kill everyone in Lianglongtang, but if I only kill one ——Anyone."
"Now, can we have a nice chat?"
Feng Lu was breathing heavily, with blazing anger in his eyes, but this world is like the jungle, especially the law of survival in the green forest. He has also strangled others by the throat, but now it has become his own.
"What... do you want?" Feng Lu breathed.
He Nan put a finger on his cheek and kept moving his eyes: "I have changed my mind... Either you come with us, or you hand over the guy who delivered the letter."
"What if that person is not one of ours?" Feng Lu lowered his head, "I mean what if."
"Then you, deputy village leader, stop doing this." He Nan's eyes were cold and sharp, "I don't think you know what I do, but it doesn't matter, you will learn it sooner or later - my torture methods are better than those of you Bandits are a hundred times stronger."
"Tell me one thing first - how Zheng Qulai died." He Nan looked at Feng Lu, "If you really want to find out the murderer, I advise you to be more honest, otherwise I will assume that you are the murderer. Zheng comes and goes."
"The leader of the village... died in the room. His sternum was punched through with a palm and his head was cut off..." Feng Lu's expression didn't look like he was lying, at least from the perspective of He Nan, a liar. Such.
"Then how do you think this is him?" Feng Lu's words are really full of doubts. He used a headless corpse to pretend that someone was dead. He Nan had seen too many cases like this.
Feng Lu continued to respond: "It is precisely because we have not fully confirmed that I don't want to talk to you, an outsider... But killing people, hiding corpses, and finally replacing a similar corpse in one night is not a big deal in terms of time. Plenty, and although our village master’s martial arts is not very high, he can break all the bones in his chest and back with one palm. If I can do this, will I still be controlled by you?”
He Nan did believe the part in Feng Lu's words that "I don't have such power", but the other aspects were still not completely established. For example, the circumstances of Zheng Qulai's death were only Feng Lu's words, and he might have been hacked by everyone with a conspiracy. dead; and if the real Zheng Qulai was still alive, who would have the motive to let him
What about "social death"? If there was internal strife in the village to seize power, then killing him would be a sure thing, so there was a high probability that Zheng Lailai would take the initiative to fake his own death to achieve a certain goal - but it would go against the behavior of sending a letter to remind him, wouldn't it?
Or... the purpose of Zheng Lailai's letter was to cause a "Li Dai Tao Jang" in front of him? Thinking of this, He Nan's thoughts suddenly became clear.
"Then please ask Master Feng to bring out the brother who sent the letter to Xiaoshan?"
