Do you want to be the king of mountains for the rest of your life?

Qin Feng's questioning sound was very light, but it exploded in Zou Ming's ear like a thunderbolt.

Do you want to be the king of mountains for the rest of your life?

Who would have thought of being the king of the mountain forever? Zou Ming, as a former great man, had a family and a career, and was also passionate. When the country was in trouble, he stood up and used his wealth and influence to form a rebel army to assist officers and soldiers in fighting. However, when the Yue Kingdom was defeated and especially the Yue Kingdom surrendered, the rebel army, which caused considerable losses to the Qi army, immediately became rats in the bellows, and both ends were not humans.

Zou Ming couldn't figure it out that it would be fine if he became a wanted criminal of Qi people, but why did his motherland want to kill him and be willing to do so? Is it because of his unyielding resistance that angered the surrendered factions?

The family business is gone and the relatives are gone. The former great man has become a dog that is now as frustrated as a dog. He has to rob the family and be the king of the mountain, but is he really willing to do so?

The iron spear in his hand fell to the ground with a bang. The eight-foot-foot man actually covered his face with his hands, and tears flowed down.

"What else can I do if I don't become the King of Mountains?" Let go of my hands, clenched my fists tightly, looked at Qin Feng opposite me with tears in his face, "What else can I do? But you, even the King of Mountains can't tolerate me to do it. Who are you? Are you from the court or from Qi? Come on, kill us, and then go and ask for merit and receive rewards!"

Shu Chang walked over swayingly, looked at Zou Ming, and said disdainfully: "You are a donkey's head. If you want to kill you, you took your head last night. Do you have to work hard to climb up the mountain and fight with you?"

"Don't you want to track me here and catch us all?" Zou Ming asked angrily.

Shu Chang laughed and pointed at the people lying all over the ground, "Do you think all the shrimp soldiers and crab generals together are valuable? Without you, will they end up?"

"Who are you? What exactly do you want to do?"

Qin Feng took a step forward and pushed Shu Chang away, who wanted to ridicule Zou Ming for a few words, "Do you want to hear my story? But this is a very long story."

Zou Ming looked at Qin Feng deeply, lowered his head and pondered for a while, then stretched out his hand, "Please, talk inside. Can you let them go first, my brothers?"

"Of course!" Qin Feng smiled slightly, reached out and grabbed it in the air, a large ball of snow flew into his hands, rubbed the bat, waved and threw it out, and countless small snow balls flew out, hitting the remaining defeated soldiers lying on the ground. With the snow ball and the body, the sound of pain sounded one after another, and the guys lying on the ground were struggling and trying their best to get up.

Seeing Qin Feng lifting the shackles of hundreds of people with one move, Zou Ming's eyes contracted, and a feeling of powerlessness appeared in his heart. Looking at Qin Feng's young and indifferent faces, he was speechless. In the past, Zou Ming did not believe that there was any genius in practicing martial arts. That one could achieve a high achievement without working hard to practice for a lifetime? And more people became stepping stones on this narrow road, and they could not see the scenery at a high place for their entire life. But the person in front of him obviously overturned his always-off belief.

There are really geniuses in this world. This person looks like he is only over 20 years old. Even if he starts practicing martial arts from his mother's belly, how many years can he practice?

Shu Chang put her waist on her waist and watched Qin Feng and Zou Ming walk into the cave, then looked at the shrimp soldiers and crab generals struggling to crawl all over the ground, and sighed: "His grandma, it's great to be the boss. The conversation is his job. Leaving the hard, dirty and tiring work all over the ground, but it's all for us younger brothers."

After muttering a few words, he waved his hand and shouted at the more than a hundred big men on the side with anger: "What do you think? They are all wooden stakes? Didn't you see who are lying on the ground? You still don't go to heal their injuries or bandage them, and you all look forward to you Mr. Shu? Except for those guys who seem to be unable to survive, they are all yours."

Shu Chang roared, and the big men immediately walked towards the scarred guys lying on the ground, serving one. Whenever the other party struggled a little, they immediately punched and knocked it out first.

This is the style of the Death Camp. It will not let you endure the pain, nor will it give you the chance to struggle. If you knock me out and work, everyone will save trouble.

These guys are all people who have become doctors for a long time. Each of them is like their boss Qin, with scars coming and going. In their eyes, these injuries in front of them are basically minor injuries. If they can't kill them, it's naturally no big deal. Only two or three guys who seem to have heavy injuries were carried to Shu Chang, which made Shu Chang sigh again.

"It's just the life of working!" He murmured and squatted down, glanced at the kitten standing at the entrance of the hole with a knife in his arms, "Hey, everyone is working, why are you standing here like a pole?"

The kitten coughed dryly: "Boss talks about things, so naturally there is a doorkeeper to avoid disturbing you. I am the one who is the doorkeeper."

"Do you think you still need a watchdog here now?" Shu Chang said viciously. "Come here to untie this bloody guy's clothes for me."

The kitten didn't move at all, "Boss talked about things. There is a person who guards the door, which is a style. Our death camp is like a tiger who can't lose its power. Although there are not many people, it can't lose its airs."

"Oh, I really can't tell that you, Zhang Xiaomao, is still a little bit more. Have you learned a lot in the past few years?" Shu Chang said angrily.

"That's right, I'm the leader of the first battalion." Zhang Xiaomao laughed, his eyebrows and eyes trembled, and he laughed proudly. He was so happy that he could defeat Doctor Shu, who was known for his sarcastic and meanness in the midst of a bickering.

Shu Chang lowered her head and smiled while untiing the clothes on the bloody man in front of her. It seemed that the kitten had slowly walked out of the pain. Finally, he saw him smiling. For so long, what worried him the most was that the kitten would be immersed in the grief of losing his wife and children and could not extricate himself.

Zou Zheng was not injured. He was thrown aside by Qin Feng's true energy through the big holes in his body. In the end, although Qin Feng also rushed out of the big holes in his body with a snow ball, he was still sore and weak all over and had no strength, so he could only lie on the ground. He was not injured, so no one paid attention to him. Lying in the snow, he looked at these people of unknown origin in confusion.

They were bandaging their injured brothers. They fled here all the way, and most of them were injured, but they lacked medical treatment and medicine, so they could only watch their companions become weaker day by day. And these men in black actually carried good wound medicines on their bodies, but they just smelled the smell of the medicines. Zou Zheng knew that these were all good things.

Who are they? Zou Zheng was thinking about the same problem as Zou Ming.

In this team, Zou Ming is the leader, and Zou Zheng, who has a level seven martial arts cultivation, is also an important figure among them. Both of them have surnames Zou, but they are not relatives, but just fellow townsmen. When Zou Ming fled to organize the rebel army, Zou Zheng, who was loyal to each other, immediately responded. Of course, his fate was the same as Zou Ming. Now he is alone.

He looked at the cave. Zou Ming and the terrifying ninth-level master had been in the cave for quite a while. There was no sound in the cave. Zou Zheng looked around and seemed to have no one noticed him. He quietly stretched out his hand and groped around. When he touched something in his hand, he was delighted. It was his usual iron spear.

Holding it tightly into his hand, he looked at the entrance of the cave again, squatting on the ground, looking at the body of a partner on the ground, while another big man holding a knife and tilting his head to look at them. The two were still arguing about something, as if no one noticed him at all.

His heart moved. What was in the hole? He gritted his teeth and felt that the true energy that had just disappeared had returned to his body. He held the gun tightly, slapped the ground with a palm, and jumped up suddenly with the power of rebound, and rushed into the hole.

"Get out of the way!" he shouted angrily. The iron spear opened, and he rushed straight forward. The other party did not seem to be malicious. His shot was just aimed at the arm of the big man guarding the door. He just wanted to force the other party away, rush into the hole, and face the terrifying guy side by side with Zou Ming.

The terrifying guy in the cave is not his opponent, but the big man guarding the entrance of the cave does not seem difficult to deal with. Moreover, his attention is not on him at all. Zou Zheng felt that he had full confidence to rush into the cave.

As soon as the thought arose, the sharp sword wind came towards him. With a sound, the man held the iron knife in his arms and was tightly held in his hand. He held the hilt of the knife in his hands and swept across, hitting his spear in a straight manner. The wrist was heated up, and Zou Zheng was shocked. The second sword came towards him again, the third sword and the fourth sword. The man on the opposite side stepped forward, step by step, and the seventh-level master Zou Zheng was forced to retreat step by step. The opponent's martial arts cultivation was no worse than him. But Zou Zheng was even more depressed that the cultivation of both sides was almost the same, and he was still sneaking in front, but under the fierce attack of the opponent, there was no room for counterattack. The opponent slashed and he had to take a step back.

"Doctor Shu, you see it. It's still necessary to guard the gate." While slashing Zou Zheng wildly, Zhang Xiaomao actually had time to tease Shu Chang.

Shu Chang looked up at the fighters and shook her head. Zou Zheng had good martial arts skills, but with a clear shadow of the world, his martial arts skills were good. But in front of Zhang Xiaomao's evil aura that came out of the sea of ​​corpses and blood, even if the two of them had the same cultivation level, they could not be a match for Kitten.

"I said, this hero, you should stop. You are so twitching. If I am disturbed by you, your companion will be sad." He pulled out a silver needle and slowly inserted it into a hole in the bloody man in front of him, and slowly said.
Chapter completed!