Chapter 459 459: Working hard to complete KPI (thirty-nine) [Please vote]
“You——”
How did Lin Feng expect the mysterious scribe’s reaction.
Isn’t this sincerity dependent on her?
Take a deep breath secretly to adjust your mood.
Lin Feng: "We have to do something, and outsiders should stay away."
It is so obvious to drive people away, but the mysterious scribe seems to be unable to understand people's words and cannot read their faces: "I can't read , even if you read it, you won't easily reveal anything important about Xiaolang. I still understand this human ethics."
Lin Feng suddenly opened his eyes.
I couldn’t hold back a curse word for a long while.
Do it?
I can't beat myself.
Even if you want to take action, you have to wait until the target is killed.
Don’t do anything?
Let such an ignorant person follow you?
Lin Feng was in a complicated mood. He snorted angrily and waved to the guards to leave. He took the time to recuperate and regain his strength.
The mysterious scribe also followed.
Jilai is astoundingly familiar.
Lin Feng glared at him and he said: "Solid food."
Lin Feng suppressed his words.
He rushed to the guard and said, "Give it to him."
The mysterious scribe was not completely deceiving Lin Feng. He did not have much dry food and water bags. It wouldn't have been so miserable in the first place, but the two groups of people who were chasing him refused to let him go. During the melee, they slashed his dry food and water bag with sharp weapons smeared with gold juice and poison, and most of them were scrapped. He only had two or three days left. . In this vast wilderness, it is difficult to find food and water.
“Thank you.”
He took the food from the guard.
I didn’t even check to see if it was poisonous, so I ate it in big gulps. As soon as you take a bite, you will find that the wheat rice dumplings are soft, chewy and have no grit that has not yet been cleaned. You don’t have to worry about the grit wearing down your teeth when you bite into it.
The mysterious scribe asked: "Is this this year's new wheat?"
Lin Feng didn't bother to pay attention to him while holding his sword.
The mysterious scribe said to himself: "It's a bit luxurious."
Due to the limitations of tools, it is not easy to shell the wheat.
The so-called wheat rice is made by grinding wheat and combining it with skin. To put it simply, wheat and wheat bran are cooked and eaten together. Outdated processing equipment means soaring labor costs. The "cost" of a bowl of wheat rice with the wheat bran completely removed and the grit removed can be imagined as to how high it is, not to mention the luxury of using it as dry food. Ordinary people just want to eat enough.
Lin Feng is still a young man, and his temper has not yet been developed.
Hearing this guy eating and drinking and being fussy made him angry.
"Then you don't have to eat it."
The mysterious scribe didn't care.
After eating the dry food in several mouthfuls, I drank some water to moisten my throat.
Lin Feng was worried about how to get rid of this man. The mysterious scribe looked up at the dark night and suddenly sighed: "Seeing the young man's appearance, I can't help but think of the traitor in my family. The year he left home, his age Also similar to Xiaolang..."
Lin Feng: "..."
This topic spans a bit.
The mysterious scribe suddenly felt something. Lin Feng's aggressiveness and attitude of arguing with him were indeed very similar to his son. If not, he wouldn't be so easy to talk to.
Lin Feng asked casually: "Where is your master now?"
The mysterious scribe shook his head: "I don't know."
Lin Feng couldn't help but feel soft for a moment when he saw that his tone didn't sound like he was lying, and his frowning brows contained deep worry.
"With the talent of a teacher, the children he teaches are not bad at all." Ordinary people can only survive with their tails between their legs, but literary scholars or brave warriors are relatively better off. As long as you don't defect to any force easily and don't make enemies. The mysterious scribe was noncommittal about Lin Feng's relief, and he knew it well...
In the land of Shiwu, the temperature difference between day and night is huge.
Especially on cold winter nights, the cold wind is like adding a knife to the face, causing slight pain. Lin Feng couldn't help but think of his teacher in Longwu County. Longwu County has suffered many disasters and is impoverished. Teacher and the others want to restore the people's livelihood here and allow as many people as possible to survive this harsh winter. They don't know how much effort they have to put in.
The mysterious scribe smiled bitterly: "He is disdainful."
Lin Feng: "..."
These four simple words contain countless gossips, but she is not Mr. Gu Chi, she doesn't have this Hobby.
Time flies to the middle of the night.
The mysterious scribe leaned against the mountain wall and sat not far away with his eyes closed and taking a nap. Lin Feng was alert for more than half an hour. Seeing that he really had no intention of causing trouble, he rested and slept lightly, and his breathing gradually stabilized. However, this night was destined to be a little unusual.
Almost at the same time, the two opened their eyes.
Lin Feng looked at the mysterious scribe.
The mysterious scribe looked elsewhere.
He made a "shh" gesture towards Lin Feng.
Whisper: "They say this place is a dangerous restricted area in Shiwu, but we don't want it to be so lively, and another group of people come."
Someone is coming!
More than one person!
Lin Feng seemed to be able to feel the slight distortion caused by the aura of heaven and earth in the distance stirred by murderous intent, which was particularly clear in the silent night. Seeing this, the mysterious scribe glanced at Lin Feng approvingly - aside from other things, this young man's talent is indeed enviable.
Finally——
The slight sound of footsteps on the gravel was carried along the wind to the ears of the mysterious scribe. Almost at the moment when the enemy took action, he struck first. With a wave of his hand, the Wenqi City Wall rose from the ground, just in time to block the enemies that appeared all at once.
Even with his weak literary spirit, he could see the person coming.
A group of strong men with typical characteristics of the Shiwu Clan.
The strange thing is that their clothes are dirty and they look like savages living in the mountains. Counting those who ambush, there are seven people in total, but all of them are brave warriors. Although the martial arts level is not high, in this situation, they are all nesting in the mountains...
In an instant, Lin Feng thought of something.
Shua had to draw his sword: "Leave one alive!"
The guards obeyed orders.
They all rushed out.
Well, including Lin Feng who is holding the sword.
When the mysterious scribe saw this, his hand shook slightly.
I didn’t expect this young man to be so murderous.
Moreover, this young man is a literary scholar, right?
The mysterious scribe finally noticed this detail, but it was hard to say anything at this time. Anyway, the ragtag group in front of him was not difficult to solve. They are fierce, but they are good-looking people. How can they benefit from two literary scholars sitting in charge?
With the blessing of [Mingzhe’s Protection], after the guard has no worries, he can force the enemy to fly backwards just by confronting him head-on.
When the group realized that they had kicked the iron plate, they had no chance to retreat. After dozens of rounds, they only had time to let out a short scream before losing their lives. He was left alive, but he seemed to be a dead man and chose to commit suicide before Lin Feng took action.
"Look at the appearance of this group of people, they must have been here for a while..." The mysterious scribe squatted down and fiddled with the corpse, "The people outside the restricted area may have come to find them... Two parties They are all elite soldiers raised by Shiwu Xungui, which is interesting.”
Maybe this is the reason why the spirit of words indicates this place?
Lin Feng: "The target must be nearby, not far."
Mysterious scribe: "The target?"
Lin Feng is not good at inheriting others' feelings. Then he gave me a cold face: "The two parties you mentioned, one wants to protect and the other wants to kill."
The mysterious scribe said: "That's a big fish!"
He first made some mental preparations.
After two troubles in one night, Lin Feng couldn't wait for dawn and ordered his guards to look for any hidden places nearby, focusing on the vicinity. With a specific scope, it will be much easier to find. While she was waiting anxiously, a guard's voice sounded surprising.
“Found it!”
(o゜▽゜)o☆
Go get the non-invasive results tomorrow
(End of this chapter)