The young and black Miao people, who were fighting not far away, heard the gunshots the moment they heard them—
"You Qingmiao bastards, you dare to fire a gun, and you almost hit our clansman! You're asking for death!"
The Black Miao roared in anger, but when they turned around and saw the Miao man playing with a musket with his back to them, he was actually wearing their Black Miao clothing. They were all immediately stunned—
"Black Miao, look carefully! Who fired the shot? It was you Black Miao! How dare you Black Miao touch our Green Miao's muskets! I'm going to kill that bastard who touched our Green Miao's muskets!"
"The hand that touched it, break that hand."
"Those Black Miao bastards dare to touch our Green Miao muskets! They really don't take us Green Miao seriously! Charge!"
The group of young seedlings stormed angrily toward Mu Achen.
The Black Miao people muttered to themselves, thinking that it was that Miao bastard who went and messed with the Green Miao's gun. Wasn't he just asking for trouble?
However--
Before the group of Miao men, each with varying degrees of injury, could even get close, they were stunned when they saw that the Miao woman who turned around was actually the Holy Maiden.
In a moment of surprise, their gaze naturally slid down from the saintess's left arm and then onto the back of the Miao man in black Miao clothing being pulled by the saintess.
Now, there's no need to think about it anymore; the one wielding the gun will definitely be the future Miao King.
Otherwise, how could the saintess have such intimate behavior with the other party?
"Hahaha---"
Those on the Black Miao side burst into laughter upon seeing Amo.
Ah Zhuang, his face slightly bruised, stepped forward and laughed loudly, "Awesome! The muskets that the Qingmiao people treasure are now in the hands of us Black Miao! Go ahead and shoot if you dare! I'd love to see—"
Before he could finish speaking, Ah Zhuang suddenly stopped.
Because Amo glanced at him, Mu Azhuang was so frightened that he shrank back and hurriedly retreated to the Black Miao side, secretly wiping away a cold sweat.
"Hahaha. That's hilarious! You seedlings should go and fight!"
"Yeah, didn't you Qingmiao just make some tough threats? Why don't you go and fight them?"
The Miao men from other branches outside the venue burst into laughter.
On the Qingmiao side, the strongest Miao people looked at each other, their eyes seemingly asking:
What to do?
Yeah! What should we do?
To fight or not to fight?
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