318 man's true temperament

Lin Fan frowned slightly. Obviously, he did not expect that the desert wolf king in Peng Chun's mouth would have such a big reason, and he also felt a headache for a moment. But the headache is a headache. If you want to choose again, Lin Fan will still do so. As a man, there is something you can do and do nothing. There are some things that are destined to be done.

"Hum! The Wolf King! He is the lion king, and I will beat him when he comes!" Lin Fan hasn't opened his mouth yet. Dawei has opened his mouth angrily, but his voice is milky, which makes people feel funny.

Lin Fan pinched Dawei's nose with a smile and ignored its dissatisfied protest. He turned to look at Uncle Mu, who was still worried and said, "Master Mu, if the desert wolf king is really found, I will fight with him, and I may not be weaker than him." When he spoke, Lin Fan always had a calm smile on his face. Hearing Lin Fan's words, Raj and others were still a little suspicious, but when they saw the smile on Lin Fan's face, they slowly calmed down. No wonder they are like this. For people on this earth, the desert wolf king is almost synonymous with God.

Lin Fan knew that although they were relieved, they did not have any doubts and did not say anything. Instead, he casually began to talk to let Uncle Mu and Raj and others continue to tell him all kinds of common sense and secrets about the desert. Common sense is real, but some of those so-called secrets are almost the same as myths and legends, but Lin Fan did not take them lightly, but listened very seriously. He knew that throughout the endless years and supernatural events, they were really too common. No matter how strange they were, there might be real prototypes. After all, nothing is groundless.

Lin Fan listened to Uncle Mu and others talk about it. The scene was warm and happy, but in an ancient castle tens of thousands of miles away, it was like another scene. A tall man sat on a big wolfskin chair, holding the armrest tightly with his hands. His knuckles were white, and his face was covered by a layer of mist, and he could not see his true face. The slightly forward leaning body made him look like a wolf king who was always ready to hit his opponent fatally. The hall is empty and there is no sound, which looks extremely calm, but in this calmness, there is unspeakable depression, and even makes people feel breathless. Behind him stood a man with a with a withered face. His yellow face was like a zombie, with no expression. He held a rusty sword in his arms, without a scabbard, or even a hilt. The whole was like a piece of iron that was about to decay, but there was a shocking murderous and bloody atmosphere on it. Obviously, this sword has drunk too much blood. And he stood there quietly, like a sharp sword that could be rushed out all the time, and the breath of danger came out of his body.

"This outsider actually killed everyone! Dang, kill!" After a long time, the person sitting opened his mouth coldly. His voice was calm and indifferent, and there was no emotional fluctuation at all, but the chill in it was enough to make people's blood cold in an instant. With the exit of this sentence, the hall, which had no sound of wind, suddenly blew a strong wind, and even the space was a little disordered. It seems to be broken all the time.

"I'll kill him." As soon as the sitting man finished speaking, the man holding the rust sword behind him opened his mouth. The voice was flat and did not fluctuate at all, as if he was talking about an irrelevant thing, as if in his eyes, there was no difference between killing a person and killing a dog. With his words, the iron box in his arms seemed to have a spirit, trembled gently and made a slight sword sound, as if the bloodthirsty spirit suddenly got the news of blood.

"Wow!"

Hearing the words of the man holding the rust sword, the sitting man was silent for a while, and then exhaled a long breath and said indifferently, "No, there are many visions, and the waste will be opened. The young man also came for the abolition of the capital. The old guy surnamed Mu refused to hand over the ghost charm. I don't know where he was hiding. I was afraid that he would lose his success. The young man in front of him may make the old man automatically hand over the ghost charm. At that time, it will be better for us to take the ghost charm from him. The voice was calm and indifferent, without any emotion. The man seemed to have suppressed all his anger, but the temperature in the whole hall was lower, and there was a tendency to turn into ice.

In another castle tens of thousands of miles away from the castle, two wild-looking men spread their heads, drank wine and laughed, and then the man in brown said, "Lao Jiu, are you telling the truth? Did a man really come to the desert and slaughter the old wolf's men clean?

"Isn't that?" The slightly young man in purple, known as Lao Jiu, raised his eyebrows, gave a heavy beating of the glass to the table, wiped his mouth and then said, "It's also a coincidence that my men just saw the projection. The young man just waved his hand, and several bone-making monks turned into dust, but this is not the point. Don't look at that year The light man's appearance is beautiful, but he is definitely a cruel stubble. He not only killed the few monks, but also killed dozens of mortals without mercy. The reason is that they flirted with several women. Of course, the reason is ultimately because the guy named Peng Chun threatened to take that small part. The fallen people have been slaughtered." Lao Jiu's eyebrows were flying and looked extremely happy. He drank a bowl of wine and sighed, and then continued, "Seventh brother, to be honest, because my men just know lips, so I know the reason. But even so, I still think this young man is very murderous! Whether it's a monk or a mortal, kill him. In my words, he doesn't even raise his eyebrows!"

"Hmm! Hard stubble? At that time, the old wolf slaughtered eight thousand miles in one night, regardless of men and children, monks and mortals, and killed tens of thousands of people. Does this young man have the habit of killing? Si Ming, the rusty sword that is inseparable from the old wolf, has a hundred miles away from his sword. Does that young man have a habit of killing? The old wolf's 3,000 iron horses passed by were full of white bones. Within three years, he was not angry. Did the young man have a habit of killing? Killing? Humph! It's just to stop killing and control violence with violence! Good killing!" As soon as Lao Jiu finished speaking, a rough and cold voice sounded at the door. With the voice, a man who was walking and tiger had come in. His thick eyebrows and big eyes, his face was like knives, and his eyes were like knives. When he walked around, the wind sounded. Before the words fell, he had already walked to the table and did not look at the two people sitting there. He picked up the wine pot on the table and went to He poured it in his mouth, put down the wine pot with a bang, took a look at Lao Jiu, and then said, "I want me to say it's good to kill! It's wonderful to kill!"

"Hey, thirteen, your ninth brother just sends a few words of emotion at will. There's no need to be so sarcasm, right? At least it's a little obscure!" Lao Qi showed a helpless look on his face, looked at the man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and then looked at Lao Jiu, who was blushed and thick with his neck, who was suffocated by Thirteen.

"No!" In the face of Lao Qi's helpless questioning, Thirteen was also very single. He only used two words to push him back. Suddenly, he also blushed and his neck. Just waiting to speak, two more words popped out of Thirteen's mouth: "hypocrisy!"

For the thirteen words, Lao Qi and Lao Jiu directly rolled their eyes and ignored them. For this thirteen brother, they obviously had no choice, and at this time, thirteen picked up the wine pot and poured two mouths directly, "You drink yours. I'll go to see the young man. I think this man and I It's much better than the two of you!" Before he finished speaking, he got up and left. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared outside the door like a whirlwind.

"Damn it! Did this stinky come here to rub our wine and mock us both by the way? Looking at Thirteen walking out of the door and shaking the empty wine pot, Lao Qi laughed and cursed, and greeted people to bring another pot of wine.

Lao Jiu poured a glass of wine and smiled and said, "Seventh brother, although the thirteen words are a little straightforward, but I think it really makes sense. Which of our thirteen bandits in the desert is a good stubble? It seems that we are not a good thing to say that others are tough here!"

"Bullshit! In this desert, the good stubble has died long ago! Like Uncle Mu, if the ancestor who suddenly wanted to be kind did not appear thousands of years ago, how could he fall into the current field? Lao Qi glanced at Lao Jiu and said, and then suddenly said in a low voice as if he remembered something, "Laojiu, there is something wrong with the waste capital. Will our thirteen bandits go or not this time?"

"I'm not sure about this. My eldest brother and second brother are locked up. I don't know when they will come out! However, I speculated from the eldest brother's style in the past few years that this time it was mostly necessary to take action, and the eldest brother and others were mostly preparing for this!" Lao Jiu pondered for a moment. Hearing Lao Jiu's words, Lao Qi frowned, and then the two drank again.

Lin Fan these days, listening to Uncle Mu's persuasion, did not get up immediately, so he stayed in the village to teach Sheton and others some skills to strengthen their health. Originally, he had to leave in a few days according to his idea, but from Uncle Mu's vague mouth, he speculated that there would be a big change in the desert in recent days. Although the words were unknown, he had also speculated that it was mostly related to the abandoned capital, and Uncle Mu was so kind and difficult, so he stayed here. It is not empty to teach Xieton and others to practice every day, watch the sunrise, the desert, the sunset, or talk about some interesting desert things with Raj and others. As for Dawei and Blood Crying Sword Spirit, they can't be idle for a moment. They wander outside all day. On the contrary, they are still arrogant and lie on the beach half squinting every day. Everything here seems to be very suitable for its appetite.

This morning, Lin Fan was still as usual, looking at the slowly rising morning sun and silently thinking about his practice. Suddenly, a white shadow emerged from the end of the desert. Behind him was a long dust. Lin Fan's eyes condensed, and he felt that the cultivation of the man in front of him was very powerful, and it was definitely the second step. His speed can be called shrinking an inch, fast to the extreme, and the vast breath came to his face.

Perceived all this, Lin Fan's eyes, even when he condensed on the man, at the same time, his three-legged golden eyes suddenly opened, and a golden light flashed on his body.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the man had rushed to Lin Fan. The white robe dispersed, revealing a rough face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high nose, and a frightening light flowed out between his eyes, and in his body, there seemed to be a force that could shake the mountains, which was shocking. As soon as he stopped, he looked at Lin Fan carefully, with an interesting look in his eyes. It is the thirteen of the thirteen bandits in the desert.

Lin Fan did not speak, but also looked at him quietly. He did not speak, and there was no surprise, because he did not feel murder and hostility in this strange man who suddenly appeared. In the distance, Seton and other young people were watching from afar, but they did not point. Because the breath from Thirteen's body was too terrible for them.

"Did you kill the old wolf's men?" After a few breaths, a thicker and stronger smile appeared on Thirteen's face, and the heavy voice sounded, rumbling.

"I killed it. Who are you?" Lin Fan answered Thirteen's question very calmly and still looked at him without any movement, as if he was talking about something irrelevant.

"Haha! Good man!" Hearing Lin Fan's answer, Thirteen laughed loudly. At the same time, he stretched out a hand and gave a thumbs up at Lin Fan, and then said, "I'm Thirteen, Thirteen of the Thirteen in the Desert."

Wan!

Hearing the introduction of Thirteen, Sheaton and others suddenly exploded, and the discussion rose one after another. They looked at Thirteen, full of reverence and fanaticism. From this, we can also see the status of the thirteen bandits in the desert. Even Lin Fan was creepy and moved. He never thought that the man who looked like a farmer in front of him was one of the thirteen bandits in the desert famous in the whole desert!

"A subordinate of my ninth brother saw the projection. The fierce wolf is not very hateful. The most hateful is the dog! Don't say anything else, it's good to kill! The thirteenth person I respect most is such a decisive man!" Thirteen's words rumbled, and then stretched out his thumb and stretched out his hand to Lin Fan, "You friend, I'll make it!"

Looking at Thirteen's thick and rough big hand, Lin Fan slowly smiled brightly after a short pause, stretched out a hand and clenched it fiercely with Thirteen. The two laughed at the same time. Dawei in the distance looked at the two people who were a little puzzled, turned his head and looked at the blood-crying sword spirit and said, "Xiao Hong, are those two sick?"

"You are sick!" For Dawei's words, the blood-crying sword spirit rolled his eyes directly, and then said angrily, "Do you understand that's a man's true temperament? Forget it, a little guy like you who speaks milky words is definitely not understandable!"