"Then let's satisfy your wish!" Zhou Jian said coldly, snatching a scimitar, approaching Changdongli like a tiger going down the mountain.

Chang Dongli panicked, but he didn't expect that he really dared to take action.

Bang!

As soon as he finished speaking, his two guards were kicked to the ground by Zhou Jian.

Seeing this scene, he could no longer make a big deal. Du Ye gritted his teeth and chose to help: "Pick it all up!"

"yes!"

Suddenly, the warriors of the Muda tribe rushed forward and the two sides fought fiercely.

But the number of people was too big. Soon, more than a hundred people from the Changyue tribe were defeated, and some Hu people escorted Chang Dongli away: "Prince, get on the horse, run!"

"When I come back, I must avenge this revenge. Muda tribe, remember it for me, never stop until death!" Chang Dongli stood on the horse and shouted loudly.

"Ha, are you sure you can leave?" Zhou Jian's voice suddenly rang out like the god of death.

Chang Dongli shook and turned his head suddenly. When was the person behind him?

"Kill to death..." He roared subconsciously, but he didn't finish his words. With a bang, his body flew backwards uncontrollably from the horse's back, smashed heavily to the ground, and slid for more than ten meters.

.

"ah!"

puff......

He vomited blood and screamed, his chest seemed to be slit.

"Come, come!" He yelled, his eyes frightened, and realized the crisis of life, but at this moment, all the 100 people he brought were suppressed or surrounded by the people of the Muda tribe.

Give help.

Rush rust...

Zhou Jian stepped on the sand with powerful steps, approaching Changdongli, who had fallen to the ground step by step. The scimitar in his hand flashed a dazzling cold light on his hand.

Chang Dongli was frightened with his eyes, supported himself with his hands, and kept retreating, his forehead was covered in cold sweat: "You, what are you going to do? Do you know what the consequences will be if you kill me?"

Zhou Jian was cold and cruel: "Don't you knock it?"

Chang Dongli looked humiliated. Seeing that he was too tough, he looked at Du Ye and Yue Yao: "Do you really want to do this so terrible?"

"Duye, let him stop!!"

Du Ye said lightly: "I don't have this qualification, the entire Muda tribe serves him!"

Hearing this, Changdongli was terrified!

The entire Muda tribe serves him?

"You, who are you?" He finally realized that everything was abnormal. How did the Muda tribe protect this young man so much?

"I? You are not qualified to know my identity yet. Your father still has this opportunity. Now, if you don't knock it or not? If you don't knock it, you will die!" Zhou Jian's simple and powerful back had already covered the Changdongli.

Chang Dongli was covered in coldness, and humiliation and anger were intertwined, making his fists clenched. As a prince and as the arrogant second-generation ancestor, he did not want to do this!

Titicaca!

He made a sound when he bit his back alveolar, and finally dropped his pride and said hoarsely: "Knock, I Knock!"

Bang bang bang bang!

He kowtowed quickly, blushing, fearing that someone else would see it.

At this moment, the audience was extremely quiet, and everyone was watching this scene incredible, especially the people from the Changyue Tribe, with a dull face!

"Tsk tsk, okay, those who know the current affairs are heroes." Zhou Jian clapped his palms teasingly.

Slap sex...
Chapter completed!