Devour a Saber-toothed Tiger at The Start

Lin Feng knew that the other party had mistakenly thought that he was still afraid of Mo Shitian. He didn't point it, shook his head and smiled: "If it weren't for this, I guess it's a dead body now."

At this time, from the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of Mon Debang holding the arrow of slaughter in both hands, as if he wanted to talk but stopped.

Lin Feng took the initiative to take the Slaughter Arrow, then patted his only arm, and said in a serious tone: "Just daring to take the Slaughter Arrow from your hand, you, my friend, I'll make it!"

Mon Debang touched the back of his head and smiled sly.

Lin Feng smiled back, everything is silent.

After hesitating for a while, Lin Feng took the initiative to approach Xiahou Yanran, organized her language a little, then touched her nose, hehe smiled: "Like a girl, thank you for carrying the pot for me, so what... My name is Lin Feng, can Don't you make friends?"

To be honest, he has never really tempted a woman before Lin Feng has lived so much.

The heroic, free and easy, black-clothed girl in front of him was the first girl to impress him.

Although Lin Feng's emotional quotient is not high, he also knows that this is definitely not his impulse, and this kind of shocking feeling cannot be faked.

And the temperament of Lord Lin is that if Lord Lin likes you, he has to show his heart to you. Whether you accept it or not, at least Lord Lin has a clear conscience and no regrets.

"It would be a big trouble to walk too close to your boy to keep things up."

The black-clothed girl turned around and left, but she didn't take a few steps. Without looking back, she laughed loudly: "But I am afraid of everything, Xia Hou Yanran, I'm not afraid of trouble! Why not make you a friend!"

As soon as the voice fell, she stopped staying, and soon disappeared from where she was.

"Then Lin Feng seems interesting to you?"

Not long after leaving the battlefield, the purple-clothed boy who had always been behind Xiahou Yanran suddenly said something thoughtfully.

Xia Hou Yanran was taken aback when she heard the words, then she shook her head and said, "It's not that easy to get me in."

"Then, how do you feel to him?"

The purple-clothed boy asked unwillingly.

"Huh? Zitian, don't you want to pick me up too, do you?"

Xia Hou Yanran looked at Zitian suspiciously as if she had discovered the New World, and then changed the subject on her own, haha ​​smiled and said, "That kid has a personality and suits my taste. But based on his current strength, he is not qualified to solicit me. My man must be an indomitable super power, at least ten times stronger than Mo Shitian! No, he is a hundred times stronger, a thousand times stronger than him!"

If Lin Feng heard Xiahou Yanran's evaluation of him, he would definitely jump three feet high in excitement!

No, now he is already happy to want to laugh three times!

In any case, he is now determined to be a friend of Xia Hou Yanran.

As for whether it is an ordinary friend or a girlfriend, it remains to be developed in the next step.

In short, in a word, the revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard.

Lin Feng was in a good mood, humming a little tune and prepared to find a pub to celebrate.

As a result, he just moved his front foot, and suddenly a figure blocked his way, it was the treasurer of Scarface!

"How to say?"

Lin Feng glanced at him obliquely, saying nothing.

He still remembered the cruel words the guy said that day, and drove himself out of the tavern directly. Looking back on it now, he feels panicked, so embarrassing.

Scarface was silent for a moment, and then he arched his hands slightly, and said in a urn voice: "I take back what I said that day, and if you want to come to my tavern for a drink in the future, you are always welcome, and it's free forever!"

As soon as Lin Feng heard this, he immediately became energetic, and immediately laughed and said: "Then the feeling is good, I'm about to drink two glasses and walk?"

"Go, get drunk and stop!"

Scarface nodded heavily.

As for men, especially the youthful young men, it is inevitable that they will bump into each other.

There is nothing that can't be solved by one meal. If one meal fails, then drink another meal.

It was the same pub, but the business was not as hot as when Lin Feng first came in.

Think about it, this war has suffered heavy casualties, with a casualty rate of up to 30%, and most of the survivors of this war have gone to deal with the funeral of relatives and friends.

Those who can come to the tavern to drink at this time are either the entire team without any casualties, or it is Lin Feng, a lone ranger who has no concerns.

The tavern shopkeeper Scarface no longer lay down at the front desk as he used to doze, but sat on a round wooden table to toast and drink.

There are not many people sitting around this table, most of them are lone rangers, and Lin Feng is sitting beside Scarface.

After three rounds of wine, the atmosphere immediately became lively.

Scarface is a tavern shopkeeper, but he doesn't drink much.

After a few glasses of wine, my body shook a little, slapped Lin Feng's shoulder vigorously, and shouted with his tongue: "Brother, we don’t know each other. Punish one cup, ah, punish one cup."

As he said, Gudong Gudong poured another large glass of wine, his eyes drifted away.

Lin Feng smiled and shook his head. This guy usually looks like a ruthless assassin. He never thought of drinking alcohol as if he changed.

"Come on! Lin Feng, I'll toast you a cup, your kid is domineering enough to dare to challenge Mo Shitian, brother, I can't do it!"

The bald man sitting opposite Lin Feng suddenly got up, took the wine glass, and drank it straight away.

By virtue of the battle with Mo Shitian, Lin Feng is already a small celebrity in this Hanging City. Regardless of whether he speaks wildly, he still has the confidence to fight against the first battle. The courage alone is worth it. People sincerely admire.

Lin Feng quickly got up and drank his glass of wine.

This is the eighth toast with him. Fortunately, he has a good drinker and can calm the scene.

In the past, he didn't miss a few friends and friends on the earth. Whatever was red and white was always there.

After drinking a few pots of spirits, Lin Feng's mind was also a little dizzy. He glanced around one by one, and said slowly: "Brothers, I’m here for the first time and don’t understand the rules. When will the demon truce? Will there be the next wave of surprise attacks?"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere suddenly became a little serious. A brawny man with a full face poured a glass of wine, and the sound of the urn said: "According to the past practice, every time the Demon Race launches a surprise attack, it will rest for ten and a half days."

"Ten days and half a month? In other words, there is no accurate time?"

Lin Feng's spirit was shocked, and he said every word.

Everyone nodded one after another, and then the bald man opened his mouth and said: "There is no accurate time, it is only between ten days and half a month."

Lin Feng's brain flashed, and he already had an idea in his heart, and said softly: "Could it be that our human race can only passively withstand the demon's surprise attack?"

Everyone in the sitting room was not a fool, and his expression changed slightly when he heard this.

"Listening to you, it seems that this is really the case. Our human race has never actively launched an attack from beginning to end!"

"Lin Feng, what do you mean?"

Everyone was chattering, and even the wine was a little lost.

Lin Feng made a gesture of "be calm and restless", and waited until they were quiet, then slowly said: "Passive beating is not a long-term solution after all. We can adopt guerrilla tactics. In this way, we will rest for a while and wait until When the time is right, we will discuss it carefully!"

He already has a rough plan in his mind, but it is not perfect enough, and he needs to consider it carefully.