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Chapter 61 There are cheaters everywhere

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    Feng Jun gnashed his teeth when he heard this. Does this woman seem to do this kind of thing often?  "Have you killed many people?"

    "Not many," the woman shook her head and replied simply, "I only killed three, but only this time, I was able to pick up something."

    At the end of the sentence, a faint, satisfied smile appeared on her face.

    You have killed three?  Feng Jun was secretly stunned when he heard this: Damn, this space is really a bit cruel.

    Seeing that he was silent, the woman bent down and picked up the body on the ground. With her two strong thighs, she walked quickly to the hillside more than 20 meters away and threw the body out of her hands.

    The naked body drew an arc in the air, flew more than 20 meters, fell down the hillside, rolled in the bushes, and finally disappeared.

    After throwing away the body, the woman came back calmly, "In a few days, his body will be eaten by insects and antsdon't you want his sword?"

    Seeing her natural expression, Feng Jun couldn't help but tremble in his heart. This woman's psychology is really strong.

    As a law-abiding citizen of the earth world, this is also the first time he has killed someone. He thinks that he can kill someone so naturally without much discomfort. He can be considered ruthless and has excellent psychological quality.

    "But compared to this woman, he feels a bit dwarfed. Her calm demeanor is really incomparable.

    But speaking of the spoils, he still had to fight for it, "The sword belongs to you. I'm a little curious about that sword."

    The woman was not surprised. In fact, the rule here is that if both parties cooperate to kill, the spoils must be equally divided. Previously, it was okay for the man not to ask for clothes. If he didn't even want a sword, she would doubt the other party's true intention.  .

    So she nodded simply, "That sword is indeed better than a knife. It should be a martial artist's weapon, a pseudo-war weapon, but it also means trouble. I prefer this machete Such a big piece of iron is practical."

    When Feng Jun heard this, why did he feel like I was taking advantage?

    So he emphasized again, "Since I want this sword, you don't have to give me your Yaling Green Bamboo Shoot."

    "How is that possible?" The woman glared, "My husband's family has always followed the rules. You helped me protect the loot and you are entitled to half of it. If it weren't for you, I might have lost my life."

    Feng Jun didn¡¯t want to get too entangled in this matter, so he just asked out of curiosity, ¡°Is this Yaling Green Bamboo Shoot¡­ not as expensive as this sword?¡±

    "This is not necessarily true," the woman shook her head, "Asian green bamboo shoots are used by top martial artists This thing is a consumable and a rare medicinal material. Unlike weapons like long swords, which can be forged repeatedly."

    Feng Jun smiled and nodded, "I see I'm a stranger and don't know much about the situation here. Can you give me a general introduction?"

    When the woman heard this, she replied apologetically, "I don't know much about these things. Why don't you come back to the village with me and let my father tell you about it? He has lived in Fucheng."

    So the two of them packed their bags and walked quickly to the village.

    While walking and chatting along the way, Feng Jun knew that this woman was called Sister Lang, and her father was called Lang Zhen. He traveled extensively when he was young, served in the army, and also worked as a bodyguard in Fucheng for several years. His left hand was the bodyguard.  was beheaded at that time.

    There was a simple fence around the village. When Sister Lang came back with a young man in strange clothes, more than a dozen people suddenly ran out of the village to watch.

    But what makes Feng Jun depressed is that although he saved Sister Lang, the villagers were not very enthusiastic about him. They just watched him from a distance, with no expression on their faces, and even a little indifference. That was a deliberately created sense of distance.

    After Lang Zhen heard about it, he came out, but his attitude towards Feng Jun was not very enthusiastic. After roughly listening to his daughter's statement, he raised his hand to Feng Jun and said, "Thank you for your help. I don't know where you came from."  Where are you going, where are you going?"

    Feng Jun thought about it and then replied, "I have no fixed abode. I am wherever I go. I plan to stay in the village for two days. Is it okay?"

    At this moment, a young man shouted, "This is impossible, our village refuses outsiders to stay!"

    This man is about in his early twenties, with thick beards on his temples. If it weren¡¯t for his young and clear eyes, some people would believe him if he was thirty years old.

    When Sister Lang heard this, she was immediately furious, "Jia Xingwang, when your uncles came to the village, who chased them away?"

    The bearded man glanced at her and spoke anxiously, "Sister, I think this person is weird. You have to be careful. He is a thief My uncle"The meat porridge cooked in the house, the weather is so cold, drink some to drive away the cold and avoid getting sick.  "

    There is actually a liquefied gas stove in Feng Jun's big backpack, but it is not convenient to use at the moment, and it is not convenient to even boil hot water.

    So he didn¡¯t refuse, took the jar, placed it on a flat stone, and took out a pair of chopsticks from his backpack.

    Sister Lang's two younger brothers looked at the awning curiously. The older boy saw the rain rolling down the raincloth, and even pulled the raincloth curiously, with a very slight force.

    The younger boy also wanted to pull the raincloth, but he couldn't reach it. However, he was soon seduced by the smell of meat porridge. He stared at the earthen pot without blinking and was reluctant to move away.

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