Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

"bingo!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

　　 This is the jungle, the vast jungle!

　　 A deer crashed to the ground, and the leader put down the long blowing tube in his hand and muttered reservedly.

　　 Chiguo Chen Mo, who was holding his upper body, translated: "He said it was just casual, he didn't like to eat this."

　　 A few sergeants pulled off the ‘hidden weapon’ from the deer and returned it to the leader. Then they carried the deer and everyone went on.

　　 "How far is it?"

　　 Liao Asan’s right arm was bandaged near his wrist. This was bitten by an unknown fish when he was preparing to fish by the river a few days ago.

　　 Fortunately, the leader's reaction was quick, otherwise the little fish with sharp teeth would madly bite his wrist.

　　 Chen Mo was very proud, because he had a good relationship with the leader, so after some running-in, the two of them talked and made gestures, basically guessing what each other meant.

The leader of 　　 had changed his grass skirt and put on a straw hat, and communicated with Chen Mo. He pointed to the front and stretched out three fingers.

　　 "Three days! He said he would definitely arrive in three days."

　　 Jinlu nodded, and then the team moved forward slowly.

　　 In the evening, the leader found a camp, everyone washed and stripped all the prey they got along the way, and then they were too lazy to take care of them, and they burned them directly.

　　 Starting from the sea, they walked a long distance and were intercepted in the middle. Finally, relying on the leader's relationship, they used a chopper's bribe to clear the way, and they were able to reach the forest.

　　They have been trekking in the forest for a long time. Originally, the leader wanted to take them on a boat, but after seeing the small poor boat, Huang Jinlu and others shook their heads.

　　 The fire started, and the smoke filled the jungle.

　　 Chen Mo cautiously found a place to sit down, then trampled a few red ants to death, and said comfortably: "Now..."

"stand up!"

　　 Huang Jinlu yelled when he saw him sitting down, and at the same time drew a long knife and rushed over.

　　 Chen Mo also felt that the bottom of his **** was moving, like...

"what……"

　　 Chen Mo bounced up abruptly, but he was a step too late. The colorful python under his buttocks immediately entangled his calf and dragged him to the ground.

　　 A long-tailed monkey carrying a child on a branch screamed, rushed up two times, and then hissed at the python.

　　 The python entangled slowly and firmly, the head of the snake hovered up, the snake vomiting, and the snake's eyes were cold.

　　 "Old Huang help..."

　　 Chen Mo was entangled in the ground by a python, and he called for help in despair.

　　 Huang Jinlu arrived first, he walked around behind the python and chopped it away.

　　 The python entwining Chen Mo twisted and struggled, and then it became more and more tight.

　　 "Old Huang, ah..."

　　 The python speeded up, and it caught Chen Mo's neck at once, and then as soon as it was collected, Chen Mo's words were strangled back.

　　 Huang Jinlu continued to chop and chop, the leader came over to stop his violence, then took a branch, found a small hole near the python's tail, and stabbed it in.

　　 Huang Jinlu watched in amazement as the python slowly let go of Chen Mo, and then fell down in circles.

　　 The leader took out a knife, stabbed it into the python's body, and quickly backed away.

　　 Huang Jinlu dragged Chen Mo back to the side, watching the python with the thickness of the arm churn on the ground.

　　 Chen Mo's complexion turned blue, and he was panting. The mosquito-repellent plants blasted in the fire from time to time, and everyone stared blankly at the fading python.

　　 For a long time, the python didn't move. Chen Mo touched the painful rib and asked Huang Jinlu: "Old Huang, how did he let the python loose?"

　　Golden Lu refers to the python, and several sergeants pass by with knives, preparing to cut the skin of the snake, and then roast it too.

　　 For strangers, it is extremely dangerous here, but with the leadership of the leader, at least they will not lack food.

　　 Huang Jinlu stared at the sergeants who were cutting their skins, and said, "It seems to be a place for shit."

　　 Chen Mo touched his backhand, and said with some fear: "Old Huang, I won't be here again next time, I swear! Certainly!"

　　 A vulture swooped down from the air, and the leader yelled and asked everyone to prepare.

　　 The vulture spreads its wings to cover the sky, and there is a circle of silvery white hair around its neck, as if it is wearing a silver ring.

　　 "Can you eat it?"

　　 Chen Mo got up and asked.

　　 "Volley!"

　　 "Boom boom boom boom!"

　　 In the smoke of gunpowder, the vulture suddenly retracted its wings in the air, and after a strange cry, it fell all over.

　　 A sergeant drew his sword forward, and the moment the vulture fell to the ground and rebounded, his long sword slashed.

　　 Feathers fluttered, the headless vulture jumped around, and was finally knocked down with a kick.

　　 There was a strange cry in the sky, and everyone looked up, and it was another vulture wailing. It hovered several times and still refused to leave.

　　 "Get down if you have the ability!"

　　 Chen Mo regained his spirit, he slapped a mosquito to death with his backhand, and went to tidy up the vulture triumphantly.

　　 The leader shook his head and kicked the vulture with one kick.

"can not eat?"

　　 The leader nodded, then retched, and Chen Mo understood.

　　 "We must find that tribe as soon as possible, otherwise..."

　　……

　　 On the third day, the leader who explored the path in front suddenly stopped. Chen Mo leaned over to take a look and saw ten

After Yu stepped away, a long tube was aimed at the leader, and then at him again.

　　 "Friends! Daming's friends! We are friends!"

　　 Chen Mo raised his hands, shook his waist and hips, and his pants slipped down.

　　 From the time he was recognized by the leader, he thought that people here like to meet sincerely, and it is best not to wear clothes.

There was a long tube beside 　　, and the leader murmured a lot, but it was like a chicken talking with a duck.

　　 A man with an unknown paint applied to his face came out, only his crotch was wearing a grass skirt, his hair was very long, and his eyes were sharp.

　　 The leader stretched out his hands and said something more, but this person ignored him, but walked to Chen Mo's body and looked down.

　　 Chen Mo also looked down and said with a smile: "Friends! We are friends from Daming. Look, we all have the same skin color and look the same. We were brothers hundreds of years ago!"

　　 Huang Jinlu squeezed a sweat for him behind, and whispered: "Ready to do it!"

　　 This former sea bandit is not a good stubble. If these people do something, he can guarantee that he will slaughter this place.

　　 The musket was loaded quietly, and quietly raised to aim.

　　 The long sword slowly came out of its sheath, but the bow and arrow lost its effect because of the dampness.

　　 Gradually there was more movement in the woods, and the sound was heard everywhere.

　　 Huang Jinlu’s forehead was sweating, and he was worried about the blowpipe.

　　 There are blowpipes in the tribe on the seashore. Huang Jinlu has seen them. With long blowpipes, the master can accurately hit the target within dozens of steps.

　　 And the blow arrows blown out by the blow tube have toxins that can paralyze people. Once they are shot, they can almost be declared dead.

　　 Those warriors would chop off the enemy’s head, and then hailed their victory.

　　 "Brother!"

　　 Chen Mo slowly turned around for a week, smiling and looking very amiable.

　　 The leader untied the decoration on his neck and threw it to the visitor, then took a few steps back.

　　 The visitor looked at the statue above, then looked at Huang Jinlu and the others, and shouted a few words, and the rustling around accelerated.

　　 Jinlu looked at the natives coming out of the surrounding jungle, and slowly said: "Don't do it, be careful."

　　 There were women among the dozens of people, but Chen Mo didn't have the intention to look at it at this time. There were beads of sweat on his forehead, and the native slapped his shoulder.

　　 The native stepped back a few steps, then pointed to Chen Mo's body and laughed.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

　　 Even the leader smiled this time, he pointed at Chen Mo's lower body and winked and said something.

　　 Huang Jinlu breathed a sigh of relief and whispered: "Chen Mo's little boy, he will be laughed at wherever he goes, plus he is fat and looks not threatening, okay!"

　　 The leader turned around and waved his hand, indicating that the threat had been removed, but Huang Jinlu still didn't dare to be careless~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and asked people to continue on their guard.

　　 Chen Mo came back and asked for a small bowl, but the leader shook his head, pointed to the distance, and signaled to give it later.

　　 The group of people was surrounded by these natives and walked for about three or four miles before they saw the tribe.

　　 This is a dense tribe, the houses are mostly built with palm leaves on pillars, simple.

　　 When Huang Jinlu and others were escorted in, the entire tribe came out.

　　Men, women, and children are Chiguo's upper body. They looked at these outsiders curiously. Some people were still yelling and their voices were angry.

　　 They probably don't welcome outsiders.

　　 A middle-aged female native came over, the leader hurried over, the two sides kept talking, and finally the leader squatted on the ground, took the branches and drew some curvilinear and weird things, the female native nodded.

　　 "Silent! Silently!"

　　 The leader made a circular gesture, and Chen Mo immediately came over with a small bowl. Dui smiled and said, "Good things! Only a few good things have been produced in a hundred years!"

　　 The leader looked at Chen Mo suspiciously, and Chen Mo quickly shifted his gaze, and then smiled.

　　 The exquisite little bowl looked at the white jade-like moistness. The native leader took a closer look after taking it. Just when Chen Mo thought she didn't like it, the native leader suddenly turned around in ecstasy, and then roared.

　　Artifact!

　　 Chen Mo also turned around, shaking his fat body proudly at Huang Jinlu.