Small farmers dominate the deserted island

Old man Doss whirled his horse around Parker, then shook his head: "Sorry, this thing is a bit like that thing, but I'm sure it is not the same thing as that thing, because those things are so disgusting." Old Man Doss said.

"Yes, although the face of this thing is a bit like that thing, the fur on the body is completely different. For that kind of thing, the skin on the body is like a skin disease. It looks very disgusting and there is no such thing. Parker’s animals are furry.” The beard agreed with Old Man Doss’ words.

Chen Yu was taken aback and looked at Gong Slave solemnly: "Senior Gong Slave, where did you catch it?"

"Ah! Are you asking me?" Gong Slave asked on the horse. With his cultivation level, how could he not tell that Chen Yu was asking him, but now he does not respect Chen Yu as much as before, so he deliberately changed With this kind of ball, so that Chen Yu could act on him first, then he would have no psychological burden to kill the Chosen person.

"Yes." Chen Yu was furious in his heart, but he had to behave well.

"Oh, didn't I go ahead and find the way for you? Then I met this guy who was following me all the time, so I pretended to ran forward quickly for five or six miles, and then I immediately returned the carbine and shot this guy directly I caught it." Gong Slave said.

Chen Yu squinted at Gong Nu, then turned his gaze to Parker below.

If what Gong Nu said is true, it proves that the guy below has an IQ and knows to track people, but what is it that sent it?

Now that he has penetrated into the Gobi Desert for fifty or sixty miles, Chen Yu occasionally jumped onto a certain hill, and he could even see the sandy Red Sun Desert.

It was just getting dark, and Chen Yu ordered the troops to stop and light the stove to prepare for the night vigil crisis.

Chen Yu now holds Parker on his right hand, constantly scanning its body with divine consciousness, and talking with him in a human tone.

"Frankly explain, who is your master? Otherwise, I will throw you into the pot to drink chaotic soup tonight."

While talking, Chen Yu pointed in Qiong's direction. Qiong held the water bottle in his hand and poured water into a large pot, because the cauldron would usually have soup at night, otherwise it would be so cold at night, everyone Can't stand it.

Parker didn't seem to understand Chen Cong's words, struggling desperately in his hands, and squeaking like a mouse.

"Friend Lu, do you have any golden thread grass from the Gaoshan clan? Give me a few. I will tie this up first." After Chen Yu finished speaking, Lu Chuxue had the golden thread grass in his mouth long ago. The plump Pike tied him into a meat ball and kicked him aside with a big kick.

"Friend Lu, you are a master at bundling!" Chen Yu praised.

"Hey, that is, that is..."

Lu Chuxue proudly said.

Joan retreated after half pouring the cauldron with a water bottle.

The others licked their chapped lips. They wanted to stick their heads in to drink a few mouthfuls, but they were all knocked away by Joan with the hilt.

They can only scream, throw the jerky they carry with them into the water, and sprinkle a little salt or the like.

During the day they sweat all over, and if there is no salt, they will be weak.

The cauldron is set up, the fire rises below, and the temperature has dropped to about 20 degrees, which is the most pleasant moment of the day.

So far, they are nearly two hundred miles away from the horse market.

At this time, there was a wave of Qingyun cavalry in the horse market, with a number of nearly a thousand. As soon as they came in, they all beheaded all the people of all races who had troubled them, and they arrested a young horse from the horse race into the bunker.

This horse race young man was really frightened. He had lived here for a few years. He had never seen such a large army of Qingyun cavalry.

The head of the man wore a Tsing Yi, shaggy beard and strong breath.

"Say, where are the twenty Qingyun brothers who stayed behind in the horse market?" The man in Tsing Yi asked coldly.

This horse clan boy was very entangled in his heart. As soon as the Qingyun cavalry entered the horse market, they were able to slash, killing at least hundreds of cannibals, beheading them and hanging them around the bunker. People of other races fought two battles, and even dared not do business.

People of the Ma ethnic group were not spared either. More than 20 people were beheaded and picked at the gate of Qingyunma City with long spears.

"My lord, we have never seen the Qingyun cavalry you stayed here. We only know that they seem to have left the horse market with a man named Chen Yu and headed to the Chiyang Desert." The guy said tremblingly.

"Huh! I don't care who they went with. I wanted to ask, where did the water bottle go?" The man in Tsing Yi slapped his hand and slapped him, and the boy who hit him turned around three times.

"Storage, water bottle, I don't know. Isn't that one of Qingyun's Seven Great Sacred Relics? How would I know where they put such high-secret things." Ma Clan Xiaolou said with grief.

The man in Tsing Yi narrowed his eyes and drew his saber with a choke.

puff……

A head flew into the air.

Then, the man in Tsing Yi shook the blood on the knife and ordered the cavalry next to him: "Hang his head around the bunker."

"Also, everyone surrounds the Ma Shi Tuan Tuan. Don't let anyone enter the Chiyang Desert or walk out of the Ma Shi Shi. If you can't find the water bottle, everyone will have to die." The Tsing Yi person finished. Stand with a sword.

The others were pale, and hurriedly rode on their horses to besiege the horse market.

After giving the order, the man in Tsing Yi gave the torture of the prisoner to his men, and he walked to the broken boxes to check the damage of the boxes.

These boxes are made of cold-rolled steel in one piece, and the boxes with the water bottles in the end, even made of iron, can be forcefully destroyed.

And without hurting the water bottle.

The people in Tsing Yi are self-confident and have the ability to cut these boxes open, but it is extremely difficult to avoid harm to the water bottle.

After a while, a cavalryman suddenly came to the Tsing Yi people.

"Report to Sir Luke, we have found the clue." The Tsing Yi man named Luke was overjoyed, and he hurried to the torture room.

Said to be a torture room, in fact, it is an open-air square enclosed by a fence. The purpose of execution here is to deter the prisoners who are actually caught and let them know the fate of not telling the truth.

Lu Ke saw that the person who was telling the truth turned out to be a cannibal. One of his palms had been cut off, and one of his eyes had been dug out. He placed it on the chopping board and was muttering in his mouth. what.

"Isn't this from the cannibal? He can talk too?" Lu Ke asked strangely.