Big Data Cultivation

Feng Jun heard a bite, this woman seems to do this kind of thing often? "Have you killed many people?"

"Not many," the woman shook her head, and answered very simply, "I killed three, but only this time, I can pick things up."

In the end, a faint, satisfied smile appeared on her face.

Have you killed three? Feng Jun heard it secretly: Nima, this space ... is really cruel.

The woman saw him not speaking, bent down and picked up the corpse on the ground, two sturdy thighs walked fast, and walked to the hillside more than 20 meters away, throwing the corpse out of his hand.

The naked and naked bodies crossed an arc in the air. After flying out for more than 20 meters, they fell toward the hillside, then rolled in the bushes, and finally disappeared.

After dropping the body, the woman came back calmly, "Without a few days, his body will be eaten by insects and ants ... Don't you want his sword?"

Feng Jun saw her natural look, but she couldn't help shaking. The woman's psychology was really powerful.

Is a law-abiding citizen of the earth world. This is the first time he has murdered. He believes that he can kill people so naturally, without too much discomfort. It is already cruel and has excellent psychological quality.

But compared with this woman, he is a little bit like a big witch. It is really incomparable.

But when it comes to loot, he still has to fight, "The sword is yours, I am a little curious about the sword."

The woman was not surprised. In fact, the rule here is that the two sides cooperate to kill, and the loot must also be divided equally. Previously, this man did n’t even have to wear clothes. If she did n’t even have a sword, she had to doubt the other party ’s real intention. .

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

When Feng Jun heard this, why did I feel that I took advantage of it?

So he emphasized again, "Since I want this sword, your sub-lingling shoots, you don't need to give it to me."

"So how can that be?" The woman's eyes glared, "My Lang family has always been strict about rules, you helped me protect the spoils, and you are eligible for half. If you weren't, I might lose my life."

Feng Jun didn't want to get too entangled in this matter, but just asked curiously, "This Yaling shoots ... Isn't this sword expensive?"

"This is not necessary," the woman shook her head. "Ya Ling's green bamboo shoots, the pinnacle warrior can use ... This thing is a consumable, a rare medicinal material, unlike a weapon like a long sword, it can be forged repeatedly."

Feng Jun nodded with a smile, "So it turns out ... I'm a stranger, I don't know much about the situation here, can you give me a brief introduction?"

The woman heard the words, but replied apologetically, "I don't know much about these. If you go back to the village with me, let my father tell you about it, but he stayed in Fucheng."

So the two packed their bags and hurried towards the village.

Feng Jun knew while walking and talking along the way. This woman was called Sister Lang, her father was named Lang Zhen. When she was young, she traveled south and north, served in the military, and also worked as a dart in Fucheng for several years. His left hand is the bodyguard. Was cut off by people.

There are simple fences around the village. When I saw Sister Lang coming back, I also brought a young man with a strange clothes. The village suddenly ran out of dozens of people to watch.

But what made Jun Jun depressed was that although he saved Sister Lang, the villagers did not have much enthusiasm for him, so he watched him far away, with no expression on his face, and even a little indifference, which was a deliberate sense of distance.

Lang Zhen came out after hearing that, but his attitude towards Feng Jun was not very enthusiastic. After roughly listening to his daughter ’s statement, he bowed to Feng Jun, "Thank you for your help, I do n’t know where you are from. Where are you going, where are you going? "

Feng Jun thought about it and replied, "I was originally in an indeterminate place. Where do I go? I plan to use it for two days in the village. I don't know if it is possible?"

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

This man was in his early twenties, and his temples had thick beards. If he didn't look at his young and clear eyes, he said he was thirty years old, and some people believed.

Sister Lang heard this, and immediately became furious, "Jia Xingwang, who drove them when your uncle came to the village?"

Luohu Hu looked at her and said anxiously, "Sister, I think this person is weird, you must be careful that he is a gangster ... My uncle is my family, why can't I live in the village? What is your relationship with this stranger? ? "

Sister Lang was anxious as soon as she heard, "Rogue, how could he be a thief? He saved me!"

"Send it to me, I will save it," Jia Xingwang was also anxious. "Sister, you have been honest and careful to be deceived. These strangers are the most untrustworthy. They prohibit foreigners from living in the village. The earliest but Uncle Lang proposed it as the village rule. "

Feng Jun heard the words and took a look at Lang Zhen.

Uncle Broken Arm nodded and said with a deep voice, "The foreigners are no worse than the locals. They have done bad things and just run away. I don't approve of them living in the village."

After this period of time, Feng Jun has been able to understand the other party's words roughly, and he was furious when he heard the words, "Uncle Lang, how did I save your daughter, how did you repay the benefactor?"

"The lone wolf is pretty good," a loud voice rang out in the distance, and he saw a sturdy middle-aged man approaching. This person's appearance resembled that of Jia Xingwang.

He laughed loudly, "Foreigners, if you want to stay and live outside the village, we don't pick you up, and the beast is not easy to come over, you are safe ... this is in the mountains, anything can happen.

"That line," Feng Jun nodded lightly, "I save people by heart, and I don't want you, since I'm not welcome here, I just leave."

Luohu Hu smiled at him, "You think it's beautiful, just talk and go, what do you think of my Xiaohu Village?"

"Prosperity!" Lang Zhen snorted coldly, his face also pulled down, "Your father is the village head, it is not your turn to speak!"

"Uncle Lang," Jia Xingwang's face suddenly turned red, "I'm for the sake of my elder sister, this stranger described it as weird, and it's hard to guarantee that it's not a spy of the bandit."

Can see that he has unusual concerns about Sister Lang.

"The spy of the thief? Huh!" Lang Zhen glanced at him angrily. "The spy of the thief, will he carry the thorn of the spirit hedgehog?"

"Huh?" Feng Jun looked at him strangely, and touched the hard thorn that was one meter long behind him.

This hard thorn was picked up next to the power grid. After the hedgehog broke the power grid, he was terrified and ran forcibly, but the power grid on the scene pulled a thorn.

Feng Jun picked up the thorn and played it for a while, and found that the thorn was extremely hard, and he could pierce his eyes on the stone. The sharpness is not much worse than the Swiss army knife, and the hardness is still over.

So he carried this thorn on his back. This thing can be used as a long sword, and it is not so glaring. It is suitable for him to travel around.

But Lang Zhen's vision was also unusual. After a long distance, he recognized the root of this thing.

Feng Jun saw that he knew the goods and couldn't help but pull out the long hedgehog spines on his back and smiled and said, "I picked up this thing."

"It can't be picked up," Lang Zhen shook his head, and said with certainty, "I haven't gotten dizzy. This thorn contains strong vitality and resentment. It must be alive. Young people, don't stop your mouth."

"Admire," Feng Jun smiled and arched his hands, "I took it alive, but, it really happened ... I can't beat that guy."

Lang Zhen snorted angrily, "You must be able to beat it, that is a Hedgehog, we are all in the village, but it's just food delivery."

Feng Jun heard that he did n’t want to leave, he asked with interest, "Is there a spirit hedgehog in the nearby mountain?"

Before Lang Zhen had time to speak, Jia Xingwang laughed aloud. "Haha, Spirit Hedgehog. If there is a Spirit Hedgehog in the mountains, would we dare to live here? Really an idiot ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Feng Jun is really tired This person, and the people in this village, seemed to have no good feelings for him, even the Lang family did not think of him as good to save people.

At this moment, his heart was really greasy and crooked, so he turned and walked out of the village, "Since you are not welcome, then I will rest by the village."

In the evening of the same day, there was light rain, and Feng Jun, who was resting in the open air next to the village, took out the rain cloth, built a shack, and sprinkled a little insect repellent around him. He made a determination secretly and waited for the weather to clear. Broken place.

Of course, he can feel that there are still many curious eyes in the village, staring at his every move, but it does not matter, he does not like this indifferent village.

However, shortly after he set up the shack, Sister Lang came, followed by two children, one twelve or three years old, one seven or eight years old, it was her two younger brothers.

Carrying a crock with a lid in her hand, there was still steam coming from the lid.

She went to the shack braving the rain and smiled and handed the crock past, "This is the meat porridge boiled at home. The weather is so cold. Drink a little to drive off the cold and save the illness."

Feng Jun ’s large backpack actually has a liquefied gas stove, but it is not convenient to use at this moment, and even hot water is not convenient to burn.

So he didn't say anything, took the crock, put it on a flat stone, and took a pair of chopsticks from his backpack.

Sister Lang's two younger brothers looked at the rain shed with curiosity. The older boy saw the rain roll down from the rain cloth and even curiously pulled the rain cloth, very slightly.

The younger boy also wanted to pull the rain cloth, but it was out of reach, but soon, he was seduced by the scent of meat porridge, his eyes fixed on the crock without blinking, but he couldn't take it away.