The dark clouds slowly floated by, and the pale moonlight sprinkled on the ground. After a little bandage, the eagle-hooked nose wiped the hot blood on his face with a handkerchief. The white moonlight made his face pale.

He stared at the bamboo pole that had been dead, frowned, not knowing what he was thinking. The mercenaries beside him also had no joy in winning the battle. The team of more than 30 people was now only about half, and there were more or less colorful among them. The fierceness of the bamboo pole made them tremble.

Even though they claimed to be bloodthirsty, their hearts had already digested when they saw this scene.

The tall and thin body is covered with knife marks.

After a long time, a cold voice suddenly sounded among them, "Set out! Go to the snowy area!"

"Deputy Commander? Our current situation..." Someone between them was hesitant.

"Shut up! Idiot!" The hooked nose was on his head, but someone touched his brows, which made his anger unable to suppress him anymore, and he roared fiercely at the mercenary who spoke.

"Do you think there is no mercenary group behind such masters? We just stay here and wait for someone to kill us? Fuck you, stupid! Only after we go to the snowy land will there be a glimmer of hope! Use your pig brain to think about it, is this the case?!" He scolded hysterically.

According to common sense, his analysis was actually good, but.............., the bamboo pole is an exception, but he never calculated this.

The members of the mercenary group thought it made sense when they thought about it. Even if they were reluctant, they had to walk out of the city with a hooked nose, looking like a stray dog.

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The sun rises and sets in the east, and today even the sun shines with a chill. There are only a few people working together in groups of three or three on the streets.

A day of training made Lu Fenger so tired that he collapsed on the ground. Even if he practiced, it was a bit difficult to recover his physical fatigue. Even if he worked so hard, the third-level warrior felt that he was still far away, and Lu Fenger was also very anxious.

But if someone knows what he thinks, he will definitely scold him, "Fuck your grandma's pretending to be a dog, you're still good at getting a bargain!"

After all, most people have to practice to this level of third-level warriors and pay more than just time.

After the meditation was over, he had to go out to find food, and all the things he brought back last time had been eaten.

He gently closed the door outside the yard, for fear of disturbing Mu Xu, because he knew that Mu Xu should be practicing at this time. Although for Mu Xu, this movement had no effect at all.

Passing by the familiar street, the bodies on the ground had been cleaned, but some buildings on both sides had not yet been repaired. Some old people were doing simple restoration work cursing around, but they didn't know who they were scolding.

The dry blood remains, seeping into the cracks of the rocks, telling the tragic battle yesterday.

‘Was the mercenary group fighting hard yesterday?’ This situation is not uncommon. Zhu Gan also brags to him, saying that they killed so many people when the mercenary group came... But what he wondered was that he always felt that he had a bad premonition when he saw this.

"Boss, let's have a bowl of rice today." When he came to the tavern and sat in the same position, he said to the tavern owner. He had been eating noodles before, and today he wanted to change his taste.

The tavern owner didn't say a word, put down the cup in his hand, turned around and headed towards the kitchen.

He sat in his seat boredly, in the noise, and he seemed to have heard something.

.............

"Damn it, I really can't tell. That bamboo pole is really fierce!" A second-level warrior was drunk and said with admiration to the person next to him.

"Hey, when he was a third-level warrior, he couldn't tell. Once he broke through to the fourth-level warrior, he was so fierce. There were fifteen or sixteen people in his fourth-level warrior!...... I guess the leader of the Dragon Battle would regret it, right?" The other person spoke with a bald man in his forties. Although he was forty, he was still a first-level warrior.

But depending on the situation, he and the second-level warrior were quite chatting. Lu Feng'er had seen them, and they stayed here some time ago and were about to go back this time.

‘The bamboo pole was the one who fought with people yesterday?’ Lu Fenger’s uneasiness became stronger and stronger.

"Oh, it's really a pity!" The second-level warrior shook his head.

Suddenly.........

"Bang!" A pair of hands slapped their table hard. "What a pity?"

"What are you doing?" The second-level warrior also slapped the table and stood up staggeringly. The table was instantly slapped in half. The most important thing they came out was to save face, so he must not be timid at this time.

Lu Feng'er was standing in front of him. He knew that he was still a second-level warrior, so his attitude made him very unhappy, and he also became angry with alcohol.

But Lu Feng'er was in the mood to pay attention to his emotions. She grabbed his collar and pressed him against the wall.

The second-level warrior grabbed his arm tightly but could not move at all. The power from his arm frightened him. He finally realized that he was definitely not the opponent of the boy in front of him.

Although he had heard that he had defeated the bamboo pole of the third-level warrior before, he felt that it was just a lucky person. Now that he really met, he knew the difference between him and him.

"Say, what a pity!" Lu Feng'er hissed, pressing him tightly.

"What do you want to know? Let's talk about it!" The second-level warrior gave in, but he must not lose face in front of everyone. "Otherwise, will you beat me to death, I won't say it!"

When Lu Feng'er heard this, she realized her loss of composure and slowly let go of her hand.

He tidied up his collar and muttered to Lu Feng'er dissatisfiedly, "What do you want to know?"

"Why do you say it's a pity for the bamboo pole?" Lu Feng'er also breathed a long sigh. He felt a little impulsive just now, and his tone softened a little.

"It's not a pity to die?" the second-level warrior muttered.

"What?" Lu Feng'er suddenly glared at her eyes, scaring the second-level warrior to carry a stool to protect her and retreated repeatedly.

"If you have something to say, don't touch me!" He opened a distance that he thought he was safe.

"Is the bamboo pole dead?" Lu Feng'er asked again with her eyes wide open.

"Yes, yesterday he fought with the warmaster mercenary group." The second-level warrior explained timidly, "I don't know how he did it. He killed one of their leader, who was also a fourth-level warrior, and killed fifteen or sixteen of them."

"You didn't see that scene. The bodies were everywhere and there was no one like them! One by one..." Before he finished speaking, Lu Feng'er couldn't wait to ask, "Where is that bamboo pole?"

"Bamboo? Alas, don't mention it. He was killed by a random knife. There were more than 30 scars on his body. He looked so miserable. His face was covered with black and purple. He probably was poisoned before his death." The second-level warrior shook his head and sighed.

Lu Feng'er's mind was blank. She was stunned for a long time and finally asked blankly, "Where are the remaining people in the War Crazy Mercenary Group? Where are they dead?!" At this time, his eyes were full of tears.

"I don't know this." Seeing him like this, the second-level warrior was frightened and hurriedly took a few more steps back and hit the wall. "You go and ask the others."

Lu Feng'er's eyes swept across the rest of the pub, and all of them shook their heads slightly.

So he rushed out of the tavern and ran out.

There was no cloud at all today, and it was particularly clear.

When he opened the door, Mu Yu was already sitting on the terrace, looking up at the slightly red moon.

As soon as Lu Feng'er came back, she fell to the ground, knocked her head to the ground, sobbing, unable to speak.

After a long time.

"After leaving the Great Wall, we have been going northwest for more than a hundred miles. After leaving the pine forest, you will see a snow mountain, and they camped in a cave on the side of the mountain." Mu Xu sighed quietly.

Lu Feng'er clenched her fists on the ground, stood up suddenly, and ran out.

"Be careful!" Mu Xu slowly closed his eyes and murmured softly. Although the sound was not loud, it was accurately transmitted through the wind to Lu Feng'er's ears.

"Ah!" Lu Feng'er replied in a low voice.

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Fourteen or fifteen people were lying crookedly in their sleeping bags to rest. The day's rushing march made their already tired bodies feel even more tired. After finally finding a safe place, they fell to the ground and refused to get up and fell asleep deeply.

Fourteen or fifteen people were left alone.

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Chapter completed!