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    "Um¡­¡­¡­¡­"

    Xue San lay down on the ground, put his nose into the grass, took a deep breath, and looked intoxicated.

    Beside Xue San, A Ming silently opened his wine bag again, drank the last mouthful of blood in it, and asked at the same time:

    "The breath of nature?"

    "No, it's the smell of sheep manure."

    "You have a really good appetite."

    Xue San shook his head and said, "Do you know what I smell?"

    "Didn't you just say that?"

    "Not only that, I also smell the sheep here, they are strong and healthy."

    "This skill is good, I admire it."

    "necessary."

    "In the future, when the Lord's son is sick, you can help him to eat and distinguish it to show his loyalty."

    "Why should I eat that stuff from the Lord's son?"

    "Could it be that you want to eat" A Ming frowned slightly, and said: "End this topic, it's too disgusting, it makes me a little bit anti-blood."

    "You are also interesting. Why do you insist on coming out with me if you are not staying in the city? The workshop has not opened yet, and the production has not been picked up. You are not sleeping in the ice cellar and running outside when you are sleeping. What are you planning?"

    "Play." A Ming said.

    "Is it itchy hands? Oh no, is it itchy teeth?"

    "Part of the reason is this. In the past, on the battlefield, I had to stand beside the Lord and help the Lord block the arrows."

    "Like a tool man."

    "Well, so I can't let go, I can't have fun playing, the master has bad luck, and I always get shot by cold arrows on the battlefield."

    "Understood, what is the other part of the reason?"

    "Another reason is that after my screening and comparison, I found a kind of blood that is not strong, but still tastes delicious, and that is the **** blood."

    "What blood?"

    "Blood of blood."

    "No, I said you are talking to me face to face, why do you have to wear a silencer?"

    "Get used to it." A Ming stretched out his finger and pointed at the side of his head, and said: "When we were in comics before, what should we say, shouldn't there be a circle dialog here?"

    "Yeah, what's the matter?"

    "Some words that cannot be said will not automatically become coded? For example, if you remove the eyes of a horse, it will become **."

    "So whose blood is it?"

    "It means I can't tell you."

    "why?"

    "I'm afraid you will make a small report."

    "Is it so real?"

    "Yeah, I know that you are simmering with anger in your stomach right now, and I'm afraid you're going to drag me into the water."

    "I feel wronged."

    "Not really."

    Ah Ming smiled, and tied the empty wine bag back to his waist. In front of him and Xue San was a tribe.

    The tribe occupies a large area and has a lot of livestock, but it seems that there are not many people.

    This is the west of Shentan, originally the territory of the Anyang tribe, but the Anyang tribe has been annexed by the Naiman tribe. According to the Xueyuan tradition, the people of the Anyang tribe will be reduced to the lowest slaves of the Naiman tribe and moved back to Naiman.  After that, the Naiman tribe sent out their own people to take over the pastures that originally belonged to the Anyang tribe.

    This is a kind of digestion and division, and it is also the most common law of tribal development in the snow field.

    However, the newly split sub-tribes are undoubtedly still very weak now, and it will take a period of time to develop and recover.

    "I still remember the first time I went out with my lord, it was almost the same situation, except that my lord and I were in the camp at that time, but now we are outside."

    In the past, they were attacked by surprise, but now, they are the ones who are going to attack others by themselves.

    "Have you figured out the situation?" A Ming asked.

    "You didn't come with me?"

    "oh."

    "Could it be that you think I can smell the opponent's military layout from the sheep manure?"

    "Can't you?"

    Xue San opened his nostrils and looked at A Ming,

    "are you serious?"

    "I think you can develop more in this direction."

    "Hey, our skill points are all ordered, but now they are grayed out. You can't fool me into changing the skill tree."

    "It's actually quite boring to recover step by step. Why don't you do something new when you do it all over again?"

    "Hiss"

    &nbs? Difficult.

    In this bottle,

    It is filled with the blood of Pixiu.

    Yes, that's right, it's the Pixiu under Uncle Zheng's crotch.

    When A Ming bared his fangs and walked towards it, it could only lean there aggrieved, and let A Ming take some of its blood very quietly.

    In order not to be discovered by the Lord, his beloved mount was artificially bled,

    Ah Ming also deliberately chose the location of Pixiu's abdomen for bloodletting,

    Then when the Pixiu obediently turned over and let you pick it,

    Ah Ming found that the guy had already had several cuts in his stomach, which proved that a group of animals had come here before him!

    at this time,

    Taking advantage of the moment when my wound is healing itself,

    Ah Ming poured Pixiu's blood into his own mouth.

    The power of the blood race comes from the blood, the rank and strength division of the blood race, that is, the essence of the blood rank, is the level of power contained in the blood.

    A truly tyrannical vampire, even if there is only one drop of blood left, can rely on the power contained in this drop of blood to start repairing his body again.

    So what A Ming is doing now is to try to see if his level cannot be improved, then he can find another way to increase his strength in a horizontal direction.

    Then,

    hiss

    The wound on the abdomen that was being healed suddenly became disordered, and the wool that was knitting was suddenly out of proportion and began to be knotted randomly.

    This kind of pain is beyond the description of torture.

    Ah Ming's arms tightly hugged the war horse under his crotch, and the war horse was also affected by Ah Ming's breath, becoming very well-behaved and not daring to toss.

    for a long time,

    Ah Ming raised his head pale,

    Reached out and touched his abdomen,

    The wound has not fully healed, and even because of his previous tossing, his body has become extremely empty.

    "Is this the bond that blind men often talk about, the bond between us and the Lord?"

    ? Whether in portrait or landscape orientation,

    You simply cannot obtain the possibility of increasing your own strength from channels other than the Lord.

    Ah Ming opened his mouth,

    Let out a few self-deprecating laughter,

    "hehe¡­¡­¡­

    In the end,

    Still have to go back and continue licking the Lord.  "

    "Why, do you still want to turn the world upside down?"

    Xue San's voice appeared beside A Ming, and immediately he came out from the shadows, and said with disgust:

    "I said, do you vampires love to show off so much? You can't pretend that you have a strong self-healing ability if you don't give yourself some credit in a fight, right?"

    Immediately,

    Xue San sniffed his nose,

    He smelled a familiar smell,

    Immediately shouted:

    "Fuck, this is Pixiu's blood, how dare you secretly bleed the lord's precious mount!"

    "Oh." A Ming didn't bother to talk to him.

    Because he didn't believe Xue San didn't let him go.

    "How should I put it, if I want to do an experiment, I'll build a small laboratory, let's do it together, what do you think? If you do it yourself, it's easy to cripple yourself, which is too unsafe."

    "If I ask you to do it, I'm afraid I'll kill myself."

    "Look, look, that's an ugly word, isn't it, alas."

    Xue San didn't continue to grind his teeth, but looked to the other side. There, there were already hundreds of black shadows following the route cleared by himself and A Ming, and began to infiltrate the barbarian camp.  Under the cover of night, hold it high.

    "Actually, there is also the simplest and most practical method, just two words."

    As Xue San said, he jumped up, patted A Ming on the shoulder, and continued:

    "Do you know what those two words are?"

    Xue San pursed his lips,

    spit on the ground,

    ? I asked myself and answered:

    "Accept fate."

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    Good night everyone
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