v4 Chapter 4154： Desolate Seventeen (1/2)
Happy Saint Ruins.
Wild tribe.
Great desert city, secret territory.
The land of the barren race showed a sense of depression everywhere, the mountains were bare, and the land was vast.
But between the barrenness and depression, there is a different kind of vitality.
At this time, a figure was walking in a long ancient road in the Secret Realm of the Desolate Race.
This person is sturdy in stature, restrained in temperament, and looks like he has thick eyebrows and big eyes, but more of it has a somewhat simple and honest feeling.
The appearance is not simple, the appearance is simple!
At this time, the man walked step by step to the end of the ancient road and came into a valley.
In the valley full of land, there are sowing rice fields, grain rice, etc. everywhere.
It's like a farmer's garden.
The man has just stepped into the valley.
”roll roll roll!”
An impatient curse sounded, and he shouted: ”I stepped on a grain of Lao Tzu, and crushed an egg!”
”Uncle Seventeen, it's me...”
Huang Yifan stood at the mouth of the valley at this time, smiling helplessly, arching his hands.
”What's the matter with you? If you step on it, you still pinch!”
Hearing this, Huang Yifan was full of spirits and cautiously entered the valley.
I saw an old man in the rice field, wearing a fur coat, trousers rolled up, and stepping on the mud with his bare feet, facing the loess and back to the sky.
”Uncle Seventeen, the army has already started, part of it rushed to the north to meet the Chu clan, and some rushed to the east to meet the Ye clan... I'll talk to you...”
”Got it.”
The old man turned his back to Huang Yifan, a little old man, looking at the rice field.
”Uncle Seventeen, are you still angry?”
Huang Yifan couldn't help but probe.
”I'm angry for a fart? I won't let you send troops, would you like it?”
The old man stood up suddenly, with big eyes like copper bells, staring at Huang Yifan, cursing: ”Your father died early, you are the one who **** him...”
”Uncle Seventeen...” Huang Yifan scratched his head and said: ”You fed me like this when you were a kid...”
”piss off.”
The old man scolded and said, ”I told you not to participate in the war. Your eleventh uncle asked you to participate in the war. You hit it off with him. You are indifferent, playing with Mu Qingyu's boy. Have you ever played with others?
Huang Yifan scratched his head again, looking embarrassed.
”Mu Qingyu, that person, you just pull your large intestines and small intestines together ten times, and they can't be as careful as others. People won't play with you, you can't play with them.”
”Uncle Seventeen...”
Huang Yifan said helplessly: ”Qingyu will not pit me.”
”fart.”
Huang Shiqi cursed: ”He doesn't know if he can beat Di Ming and take you with him. What is it that you are not pitted?”
”He is my friend, brother...” Huang Yifan said again: ”He has saved me thirteen times...”
”So you are stupid, you are stupid, you are stupid, it is a routine of your favor!”
Huang Yifan murmured: ”Then he can't use his own life to trick me...”
”you……”
”Uncle Seventeen, this is not what I agree with alone. Uncle Eleven told me that Mu Yun is his beloved disciple. His beloved disciple is dead, and his disciple can't die...”
”Your Eleventh Uncle is a shit? Over the years, he has been blindly trying to figure out, why is he not even an emperor, an idiot!”
”Old seventeen, are you just behind me, telling the child bad things about me?” A leisurely voice suddenly sounded.
At the end of the day, Huang Shichi fell to the ground with one butt, and fell to his knees in the rice field with a thud, bowing his head and said: ”Brother Eleven, no, I'm talking nonsense...”
However, after a long while, there was no sound.
Huang Shiqi raised his head, only seeing Huang Shiyi's figure.
”Uncle Seventeen, you...”
Huang Yifan smiled at this time, and slowly said: ”Uncle Eleven hasn't come yet, he asked someone to send an image of himself, let me bring you...”