Chapter 339: Waste utilization

"Little Yun, who is this? What are you keeping him for, why not kill him?"
Just when Fengyun admired the expressions of the Black Crow King’s son seeing his people being slaughtered, a one-armed old man walked over, his eyes paused at the Black Crow King’s son, and a look of confusion appeared on his face.
"Uncle Bao, take a closer look at him. You will understand why I didn't kill him."
Feng Yun raised his head and looked at the old man with a smile.
"What else is so special about him?"
Bao looked a little disdainful, but he still looked at the face of the Black Crow King’s son. Soon, he showed a dazed expression and said, "I understand. He and the crow tyrant should be related by blood. He and Crow What is the relationship between tyrants?"
"He should be the son of Yaba. As for how he ranks among his children and what his name is, I don't know."
"It's enough to know that he is the son of the crow tyrant."
After hearing Fengyun's words, his eyes lighted up, and then he asked: "Boy Yun, what are you going to do with it? The crossbow arrow shot in his neck is strong enough. Maybe he will die when he pulls it off. ."
But when he saw the arrow on the neck of the black crow king's son, he couldn't help showing a disappointed expression.
Riot's actual combat experience is extremely rich, and he has a very good understanding of the human body structure. He took a glance and immediately realized the danger of this crossbow that shot through the black crow king's son.
Don't look at him right now, he is very sane, but if the crossbow bolt is taken off, it will be paralyzed at a slight time, and hang up on the spot.
Based on his knowledge of the Black Crow King, using him to blackmail him would have very poor results, or even no effect at all.
The Black Crow King is cruel to his enemies, he is more cruel to his own people, and will never be merciless if necessary.
Don't say that what fell into Fengyun's hands now was just an immortal son, even if he was a vigorous son, he would not necessarily accept Fengyun's threats.
"Uncle Bao, I never thought about using him to blackmail the crow tyrant."
Feng Yun and Storm have been together for quite a long time, and they still know his mind well. Although he didn't make it plain, he still guessed his overtones.
"So you thought of it a long time ago. Then how are you going to use him?"
Bao Bao looked at Black Crow King's son again, showing a curious expression.
"I will use him to deal with those who are still attacking the Black Crow Tribe of the Baicao Tribe. I am going to do this. I..."
Feng Yun said his thoughts at a very fast speed, and finally asked: "Uncle Bao, what do you think of my plan?"
"Good, good, very good."
The storm burst into applause, and even a layer of flushing appeared on his face because of excitement. He patted his hands again and said, "Boy Yun, if your plan is successful. It will not only relieve the danger faced by the Baicao tribe, but also make the Yaba This hurts for a while."
"Boy Yun, things should not be too late, you do it quickly. I support you. Don't worry, I will clean up these little bugs as soon as possible, and will definitely not delay your business."
Bao Bao waved his hand and let Fengyun leave quickly.
After listening to Fengyun's plan, he understood that in order for his plan to succeed, in addition to the tacit cooperation of everyone, he had to fight for time. After a long time, the effect would be bad.
"Uncle Storm, I'm leaving."
The plan was invented by Fengyun, so naturally I know more about the importance of time. He nodded at the storm, and grabbed the arm of the Black Crow King's son with a probing hand, lifted him up with a slight force, and lifted his feet off the ground.
His feet were on the ground, his body squatted slightly, and he shot out, like a gust of wind, galloping towards the direction of the Baicao tribe.
His speed is indeed very fast, and his movements are also very smooth. The bamboos all over the purple bamboo forest seem to be non-existent, and he can't make his footsteps stagnate even at all.
After a while, he left the tragic battlefield far behind him, already able to see the outline of the Baicao tribe.
After flying forward for a certain distance, the Baicao tribe could see clearly.
The battle is still going on.
Although the man and horse led by the Black Crow King's son had left, and the other commanders had sent some people, the number of people left was still quite large.
However, Fengyun can also see that the situation of the Baicao tribe is much better than when he first arrived.
Although they have not yet been able to gain the upper hand, they can only barely draw a tie with the enemy, which is enough for them to take a breath and relax.
Feng Yun didn't stop, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the edge of the Zizhu Forest, but instead of rushing out directly, he stopped.
He looked around, moved two steps to the left, and stuffed the son of the Black Crow King in his hand into a bunch of bamboo, so that the bamboo would sandwich him and prevent him from falling.
The face of the Black Crow King's son is now even more ugly, red and purple, looking quite scary.
Feng Yun knew why he became like this.
The crossbow arrow passed through the wound caused by his neck and caused internal bleeding, and blood poured out of his throat and into his airway.
However, because the crossbow arrows injured his spine, he lost control of his body and was unable to spit out the blood. It accumulated in the airway, making him unable to breathe, and his face became so ugly.
Feng Yun didn't mean to help him breathe smoothly, not because he couldn't do it, but he didn't want to do it at all.
With ears and eyes, his heart has become very cold to the enemy, and he doesn't care about the feelings of the black crow king's son.
Of course, he would do this after considering his physical condition.
Although the black crow king's son is not powerful, he is just an intermediate totem warrior, but as long as he becomes a totem warrior, he is not comparable to ordinary people in all aspects.
For example, holding your breath, the time that ordinary people can hold their breath is very short, while totem warrior is much longer.
Don't look at the face of the Black Crow King's son because of holding his breath. In fact, he is far from reaching his limit. At least for a while, it is impossible for him to die.
After Feng Yun set up the Black Crow King's son, he took off all the quiver he was carrying and sorted it out.
These quiveres were taken from the dead Crow Tribe warriors when Feng Yun left.
After some resettlement, Feng Yun found that his harvest was pretty good.
He got almost two arrows from the quiver in total.
He inserted two quiveres into the soil in front of him, and then took off the bow he was carrying.
Through the bamboo, he glanced at the Black Crow tribe warrior who was still fighting against the Baicao tribe, and there was a cold light in his eyes.
He leaned his hand into a quiver, and knocked out a few arrows from it, all of which were placed on the bowstring and pulled apart, but instead of shooting them out immediately, he turned his head and looked at the Black Crow King. Son.
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