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The bandits were happy. They ate meat in big bowls, drank wine, and shared gold and silver. They squandered with their lives, but it was difficult for them to be the head of bandits. They wanted to let their brothers be happy, but also wanted to let them be happy and squander their money for a longer time.

"As thieves, we stick our heads on our belt and beg for life. After we get on the horse and get the first hand, what dignity do we have? We can humbly live on our knees, but we cannot lose our principles of being human. We are mounted bandits, mounted bandits with quality and principles! "

The head of the bandits roared, causing the air in the wasteland to become restless. It was as if time had washed the place clean; it was silent and gloomy.

"Brothers, let's go back and split the money. Drink, eat meat, and play with women!"

Having been hit head on, many mounted gangsters were still feeling dizzy, and before they could react, the bandit leader had already given them a top sweet medical fee.

The horse thief was thrilled by the candy. He swept away the haze, jumped onto his horse with great familiarity, and swept across the wasteland like a whirlwind.

Looking at the mounted gangsters whose tracks were obscured by the rising dust on the ground, Chang Lou called out for Qing Yang. He was about to set off again.

"Awoo …" The wolf's cry was like a pool of bitter water, flooding every dark corner of the wasteland, making the weak tremble.

Qing Yang's legs were very fast. In less than a quarter of an hour, he saw the majestic figure of the hegemon of the Wasteland — a pack of wolves that looked like the night.

Their eyes were staring at the surrounding mounted gangsters, their long ears perked up to listen to the wind coming from all directions. The sharp fangs in their sharp mouths were impatient to release their sharpness.

Summer was a season for wolves, wolves did not worry about food and clothing, each wolf was round and strong, and when they walked their glossy hairs quivered like noble kings with a crown on their heads.

"This is really strange, why would a pack of wolves attack these mounted gangsters for no reason at all?"

The doubt that loomed over the pack of wolves was growing like a mountain shrouded in fog.

Summer was the season for many carnivorous animals. The fresh, tender, and abundant herbivores were like moving vaults of meat, enough to fill their stomachs. Warmth, more or less, will wear down the wild, and these cunning and wise creatures will not easily touch the foot walking executioners.

Wolves besieging a group of mounted bandits was an extremely rare occurrence, and it was unheard-of in the summer.

"Awoo …" He had learned this complex and esoteric language during the summer when he and the werewolf held the cub in their arms. Now that he was crying out, he could exchange a few words with her.

"Awoo …" "The wolf king in the middle cried out, as if to say," "This sheep rider can speak our language easily. Brothers, let us pass."

The wolf king's majesty could not be desecrated. The pack of wolves opened up a path for Chang Lou and the two sheep to pass through.

Qingyang Yang was extremely daring, and was not afraid of this pack of wolves. He walked in without hesitation, and even arrogantly glared at them as he waved his horn to show his provocation.

The audacious one seemed to be contagious. The white goat only paused for a moment before following the Sheep Man inside. It was not scared to the point of peeing. He was a lady and not a rash man. He showed enough tolerance and goodwill towards his predators that were eyeing him covetously, and did not make any provocative actions.

In next to no time, the two sheep arrived beside the group of mounted gangsters.

The green sheep very spiritually stood still. From its point of view, Chang Lou wanted to save its kind. Even though its kind made it feel disgusted, it still stopped.

"Let's go!" He patted Qing Yang's butt, indicating for him to continue forward.

The amount of information in it was not enough for Qingyang's little head to ponder over it. He let out a cry and swaggered over. Since he didn't have enough time to think, he shouldn't think about it. After all, it would be terrible if he just stuffed himself into a bull's horn.

"Ah …" Master, save me! "

"My lord, forgive me! "I'm old and I'm young, save me …"

"My lord, I'll give you money, I'll give my all, I'll be your slave. I beg you, please save me …"

He leisurely walked through the pack of wolves, occasionally stroking the beautiful fur of the female wolf, becoming the last straw for this group of hellish ghosts. They all wanted to float up, to float up from the bloody whirlpool, to take a few more breaths of the human air.

"Stop arguing!" Don't embarrass us mounted gangsters! From the moment we mounted our horses and drew our swords, we had already sold our souls to the devils who would commit all sorts of crimes. Furthermore, we are fighting with all our might and still have a chance of survival. I hope that our living brothers can give us some paper money during the Qing Ming Festival so that we can enjoy the prosperity there and become masters! "

The Chief Thief stood out again. He should have stood out in such a chaotic situation.

The appearance of the house originally made the mounted gangsters extremely eager to survive, but now, a sliver of luck appeared in their hearts that had nothing to do with reason. This kind of luck directly caused them to lose their will to survive, and they collapsed.

A good chief bandit was about to step forward at this critical moment to redeem his defeated morale. They were like generals on the battlefield; they were a model, a standard, and a standard.

"Death is only a matter of time! Furthermore, we are fighting with all our might and still have a chance of survival. I hope that our living brothers can give us some paper money during the Qing Ming Festival so that we can enjoy the prosperity there and become masters! "

These words were like a magic spell floating in the wilderness, deafening the people around them. The bandit who was originally in a low mood, waiting to die, became a bandit again as they brandished their swords once more.

"Charge!" The head of the bandits shouted as he pointed his blade at the wolf pack. More than ten mounted gangsters urged their horses to ride in a group towards the wolf pack.

"Awoo …" The Wolf King also let out a cry, and in an instant, all the wolves moved together.

These wild beasts were roused by this tense atmosphere to their bloodthirsty instincts. One by one, they charged towards the enemy like well-trained warriors.

This was a wolf, a wolf that never underestimated its opponent, a lion fighting a rabbit with all of its might. Except for cats that loved to play, a beast never gave its opponent a chance to catch his breath, it would use its full strength when it attacked and retreat whenever it was defeated.

While Chang Lou and the two herbivores were watching the bloody battlefield, a fast horse caught up to them.

A teenager and a woman riding a panting steed went around the wolves to the side of the house.

"Long time no see!" Yue Tu greeted her warmly.

"I've just seen it!" Chang Lou straightened out the white fur on Qing Yang's forehead, not looking at him.

"You won't save them?"

Fang Die did not even dare to look at that bloody scene. She closed her eyes and asked Chang Lou. She knew that this man was capable.

"No!"

Chang Lou answered very firmly.

"I won't save them either!"

Yue Tu grinned and whispered an answer into her ear.