The woman who served the wine walked over tremblingly with a jug bigger than her head on her head, knelt down on her knees, and let the revelers take the jug from her head and fill it up by herself. Hua Yi picked up the jug and poured two large bowls, turned sideways and raised the wine bowl to the elder Jushan who had been looking this way with mischievous eyebrows, and drank the first bowl of wine very boldly, as a respect to him, and then Picked up the second bowl.
As soon as Chang An smelled the familiar smell of the wine, he immediately remembered the tree he had cut down for several years, and immediately raised his hand to stop the woman from delivering the wine to him, shook his head, and said, "Thank you, I don't want it."
The woman who served the wine lifted the plate containing the jug, bowed slightly and stepped aside, waiting for others to call. Hua Yi smelled the aroma of the wine, and sighed cheerfully, feeling that the breath that had been held in his chest for several months was really let go Quite a lot—the old blind wanted to take advantage of this time to kill him, and there was some reason for it.
He squinted at Chang An's indifferent appearance, and couldn't help but said: "How can a man not drink? A man who doesn't drink will not grow up."
Chang An lowered his eyes indifferently, rubbing his saber with his palm through the luggage bag, not bothering to argue with him, so he took Hua Yi's words as passing fart.
Hua Yi drank two mouthfuls of yellow soup, and became chatterier than usual—he and Bei Shi were born like a grandmother.
He shook the wine bowl and felt that the air coming out of his nose seemed to be hotter than usual, so he said softly to Chang'an: "That's right, you are still young... When you grow up, your blood tends to get cold, and women's blood It can be cold, but a man's blood can't be cold, if it's cold, he can't move a knife, kill a man, or see blood, and it takes this drink to warm up a man's blood again."
Chang'an hesitated to speak.
Hua Yi said with a good temper: "Speak up if you have something to say."
Chang An blurted out: "Why do you have so many things?"
Hua Yi was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing. He stretched out his big hand, embraced Chang An's shoulder, and roughly slapped him on the back twice. , After finishing this thing, we will have a place to stay, if you have nothing else to do, why not follow us?"
However, before Chang An could answer, there was a sudden scream and a group of people yelling not far away.
The musicians began to beat wild drums, and people gathered in the middle. Chang'an and Hua Yi were squeezed in the middle of the crowd, pushed to the middle, and saw the fire surrounded by three men surrounded by fire. Watching a woman dance to the beat of the drums.
One of the men made a strange cry, his face was red and his neck was thick, and he could smell the smell of alcohol from a long distance away. After a while, he began to tear the woman's clothes.
The woman is like a snake without bones. Under the firelight, her skin is like honey, with a faint brilliance flowing on it. Her big eyes are half-closed, and she wraps herself around the man. Her waist and arms are incredibly soft.
People formed a circle around them, they stomped their feet, and howled with the rapid drumbeat in their throats, and saw that the man and woman entangled in public without any scruples, while the other two men in the field shouted excitedly. Shouting, leaning forward to touch the woman's thigh and chest.
The musician played more chaotic drumbeats, and the surroundings were full of carnival, as if the beasts had collectively reached the estrus period, and the air was filled with the smell of restlessness and desire.
A shirtless orc jumped in the middle and poured a bowl of wine on himself. His whole body was stripped so that only a piece of animal skin was left on his crotch, revealing his bulging muscles. Whether it was wine or sweat, his skin was shiny. Beating his chest, he made a gorilla-like appearance, then choked, took a sharp knife from the person next to him, and played with it in his hand.
A panic-stricken horned deer was tied up and carried in. The man with a sharp knife yelled and killed the horned deer with a knife, and then skillfully let out its blood. He knelt on his knees and held After taking a big sip from the big bowl containing hot blood, his throat was moistened, and the orc opened his bloody mouth wide and sang an unintelligible tune.
Several other people in the arena also came over, poured deer blood on their body, danced and danced like a group of monsters.
The crowd became commotion again, Hua Yi suddenly put his arms around Chang'an's waist without any warning, took him into his arms, avoided an orc who was staring at Chang'an and seemed to bump into him on purpose, and told him, "Don't Move, the old thing is looking this way."
Chang An was caught off guard, and his whole body shivered. He was most afraid that someone would touch his waist, and it was so itchy, but he had no choice but to use the method he used when he was beaten, stretching the muscles on his waist to the extreme. Stiffness became a human column.
Hands and feet together, complexion tense, in the background of a carnival, the smile is so serious that it is funny.
His reaction was so funny that Hua Yi felt that his face could not be stretched any longer, but he still let go of his hand vainly, so as not to hinder Chang An's movements.
However, the bodies of the two people are very close after all. In the obscene atmosphere, Hua Yi suddenly smelled the fresh and clean smell of the young man. He didn't know whether it was the atmosphere around him or the two sips of wine that he had drunk. My mouth became dry, and my heart fluttered strangely, almost throbbing.
Perhaps it was because the contrast was too strong, Hua Yi told himself this way, he quickly controlled his mind, made an appearance as if he had drunk too much wine and was hanging on Chang'an, silently paying attention to the dozen or so people coming from all directions. The orcs approaching him.
He really respected me—a smile appeared on his face buried on Chang'an's shoulder.
The drumbeat of the musician became faster and faster, and the woman surrounded by the beastman made a high-pitched voice under the movement of the orc. The killer lurking in the dark formed a circle and got closer and closer.
The dancing and copulating men and women in the arena seemed to push the whole atmosphere to a climax, and the light reflected from the sharp knife in the hands of the dancers hurt people's eyes.
Hua Yi staggered, as if he couldn't stand firmly, he suddenly dodged, and he didn't know whether it was intentional or not, and bumped into a woman who was serving wine.
The woman who was serving the wine was carrying the wine jug, and she was walking cautiously and unsteadily, but when Hua Yi hit her hard, she fell down with an "oops", the big wine jug hit the woman's feet, and the wine It was splashed everywhere, and a sub-beast bought next to him was splashed half of his body unexpectedly, and jumped up. A drunken orc laughed and hugged him by the middle.
At this moment, Hua Yi caught a glimpse of the cold light from the corner of his eye.
He only heard the sub-beast suddenly let out a short and tragic exclamation, and his whole body struggled violently, but his exclamation and the sound of his sternum breaking were so faint between the noisy crowd and the rapid drumbeat Not worth mentioning.
A beast claw suddenly protruded from Ya Beast's chest, and the beast claw pierced through his whole body, crushing all his internal organs, and then without stopping, under the cover of Ya Beast's body, he grabbed Hua Hua. Yi.
Hua Yi's waist bent back, the wine bowl in his hand came out, and hit the beast's claws, the wine splashed everywhere, squinting people's eyes for a moment, he pulled out the nine-inch knife with his backhand, and followed his own The movement was from bottom to top, it looked like an unsteady drunk struggling to stop, but the knife was accurate and ruthless, half of the beast's claw was cut off, and the blood spattered a foot high.
But at the same time, a scimitar suddenly appeared behind Hua Yi, and an orc who sneaked over at some point suddenly jumped up, intending to attack him from behind.
However, a black shadow suddenly flashed in front of the sneak attacker. When he looked up, he was shocked to find a huge saber protruding from the top of Hua Yi's head and placed it under his scimitar. In the hands of the sleepy Asian beast boy.
Before he was finished in astonishment, Chang An suddenly pressed down with both hands, pried the saber up, and with a "snap", it pressed against the scimitar. The sharp blade rolled down the scimitar, and the harsh metal friction There was a sound, and the scimitar in the orc's hand was immobilized by the top-down saber.
If they were to wrestle their wrists, the orc warrior knew that the opponent was definitely not his opponent. However, the saber weighed more than a hundred catties. With the power of such a large weapon, the force of pressure could not be blocked by a scimitar. At that moment, the warrior's intuition told the orc warrior that he should let go of the knife immediately.
But he didn't.
He couldn't give up his knife in front of a handsome and thin Asian beast boy.
With a roar, the orc warrior suddenly withdrew his wrist strength, swayed half of his body, and cleverly raised one shoulder and turned the scimitar to one side. The saber is a good thing, and it can suppress other weapons in terms of weight. But it is not without weaknesses - after all, it is bulky, as long as its blade is stuck, the sub-beast boy, no matter what kind of monster it is, has to get rid of it.
The blades collided with each other, almost sparking, but the moment the orc warrior started to strike, his hairs suddenly stood on end. As soon as he lifted his shoulder, he felt that strange horse-chopping knife as if it had become a part of the opponent's body , as if alive, with a cold killing intent across the blade.
The murderous intent was like a pervasive snake ant, covering his entire arm inside.
The hand of the orc warrior holding the scimitar was finally forced to let go.
But he didn't run away, just when he let go, the supposedly bulky saber chased after him like a shadow, grabbed his momentary opening, and chopped off his hand with one blow.
The orc roared loudly, and the woman and the sub-beast fled in all directions.
The carnival field was completely painted in bright red with human blood.
Hua Yi wiped off the blood on his face, picked up the jug from the ground, took a sip directly at the spout of the big jug, looked in the direction of the elder Jushan with clear eyes, and glanced at the old blind man again. , with heavy eyes, with a ruthlessness unique to desperadoes, then he suddenly smiled and said, "Hey, are you finally willing to tear your face apart? Your Excellency, Great Elder, is really proficient in this drama of treachery and double-decker."
Elder Jushan waved his hand, and the orc warriors surrounded the two of them, and said coldly: "You and Luo Tong made the deal, not me. What kind of faith and righteousness should I betray? I died because of one!" Is a man whose wife's wife tarnishes his honor worthy of being a leader?"
Hua Yi asked: "So, is there someone else worthy of being the leader?"
Elder Jushan said: "I have been a great elder in the tribe for 20 years. From when Luo Tong's father was the leader until now, I have made more contributions to the tribe than the leader. Naturally, I will do my part."
Hua Yi shook his head with a smile, pointed at him and said to Chang'an: "Have you seen it? I guarantee that you have lived to this age, and you must have never seen such a shameless person."
Chang An poked his saber on the ground, thinking that this great elder still doing this kind of thing in his old age is simply full.
What's so special about being a broken leader? Is it worth the trouble
Hua Yi stood up suddenly, and with his movement, the orcs closest to him suffered immediately—the orcs have always fought wildly, and most of their swords come from hunting experience. Where have we seen the ghostly assassination techniques of the undead?
Hua Yi almost killed a person in one step, and no one could resist him wherever he went. Although Chang An had no interest in their struggle for power, he felt that since he had accepted Hua Yi's "more care", he would You should be faithful to your duty.
He followed closely behind, firmly guarding Hua Yi's back.
Others thought that the young man's Saber was to make up for his lack of stature, and it was used to deal with giant beasts and big guys in the wild. stick.
If you swing it round, you can strike from a distance, and if you pinch the blade with both hands, you can fight in close combat.
A knife is a person, and his whole being is that knife.
At this time, in the melee, Hua Yi showed a strange smile on his face, tremors came from the depths of the earth, and human voices rushed from a distant place.
In just a few moments, the sound was so close that everyone could hear it.