Chapter 170: A Plot Within a Plot
"Is there such a thing?" The old man looked at Mr. Lu with a questioning look.
This was originally a delaying tactic devised by Ding Xiaodie. If they didn't do this now, everyone's heads would be in danger. Facing the clan leader's questioning, although Master Lu felt guilty, he could only solemnly respond with a "shame."
The implication is that this is indeed the case.
Ding Gui finally understood his daughter's purpose at this time. He did not have the leisure time like Master Lu. As long as he did not get beheaded, it was no big deal to tell a lie.
He immediately cried out in agony, "If it weren't for this, wouldn't Mr. Lu, who is incredibly wealthy, have to flee with us? He even dragged his family along, making them suffer like this. Not only did he lose everything, he even lost several of his own guards. Don't you agree?"
"Yes, yes, that's it."
"Chief, you can't kill us. If you kill us, you will be killing the savior of your Bingdong tribe." Lai Fu also reacted. He acted the most realistically, and his voice was trembling.
On the other side, Lu Chenhe and Lu Xingluo chose to remain silent. No matter what, they couldn't tell such a lie because they were too thin-skinned.
Unexpectedly, things took a sudden turn. The old man's expression became very ugly: "Bing Lao San, how did you get the information?"
The third brother opened his mouth in surprise: "..."
He doesn't know there are some joints!
The fierce and evil spirit immediately stepped forward and pleaded: "Chief, if that's the case, then we can't kill these people."
"Well, we can't kill them!" The old man nodded thoughtfully and waved his hand, saying, "Let them all go. Mr. Lu, come into the house and have a chat with me first. Everyone else, go wait in the room over there."
Well, at least my life is saved.
Everyone followed Bing Lao San into the room where they had originally eaten, and Mr. Lu was taken to have a private chat with the old man.
Will the old man really kill them?
In Ding Xiaodie's opinion, not necessarily.
He would not kill them, but he would not let them go easily either. The little trick that Ding Xiaodie had just proposed just happened to play into the old man's hands. Before beheading them, the old man just wanted to get down the slope.
Just then, Ding Xiaodie stood up, and just then, he caught it.
So they released this group of people with justification, and the people in the Bingdong tribe had nothing to say.
The only thing was that the vicious evildoer who had no idea what was going on was still standing outside the door, quietly wiping away his tears. He didn't expect that these people were so loyal and had sacrificed so much for their Bingdong people.
"Big Fatty, why are you crying?"
Suddenly, a clear voice sounded from behind. Although it sounded a bit teasing, it inexplicably made Big Fatty's back feel cold, and then he felt a lightness on his waist.
The knife...is gone.
The opponent's technique was very strange, light and neat, and as fast as the wind.
"Give it back to me." The knife symbolizes a man's dignity, but there have been countless times, so many that Dapang couldn't remember how many times, that his knife was always snatched away right under his nose. Then when he went to look for it, the knife was either inexplicably returned to his own house, or placed in a hunter's trap. One time was too extreme... it was placed in a pile of wild boar manure.
This situation not only happened to Big Fatty, but also to others. The third brother Bing was also fooled, and even the old man, the clan leader, was fooled.
One morning, when the patriarch woke up, he found that his eyebrows and beard had all been braided into countless small braids, thin and dense. He was so angry that he almost died.
In short, with this man around, no one in the Bingdong tribe has not been fooled by him.
At this time, Big Fatty turned around and snatched food from the tiger's mouth.
But the other party was not in a hurry. He slightly sidestepped and took his knife in one hand. He easily blocked the fat man's hand with the handle of the knife and said with a smile: "Don't fight, let's talk it over. Let me ask you, who are these people, and why did I not know they came to the handle cave?"
The fat man panted heavily: "Yunliu, stop making trouble. They are guests invited by the clan leader. Please give me some face today."
"Sure!"
The beautiful young man named Yunliu raised his eyebrows slightly, a faint smile on his face like the morning mist. He slowly bent the knife in his hand, folding it into an arc. Big Fatty was afraid that he would break his own knife: "Yunliu."
when!!
The knife suddenly flew out of his hand, making a sound like a dart hitting the air, and the next moment, it hit a tree straight down.
Big Fatty had absolutely no way to deal with him and could only watch helplessly as... the tree that the patriarch had planted himself creaked... and fell down!
"It's none of my business, it's your knife." Yun Liu curled his lips.
Big Fatty was stunned: "..."
At the same time, in the clan leader's hut, the old man took a sip of tea, narrowed his eyes, and directly changed the subject: "Then Mr. Lu, let me ask you, do you take what Xiaodie said seriously?"
Mr. Lu was stunned, as if two people were fighting in his mind. If he told the truth, they might not survive. If he didn't tell the truth, he couldn't even look the old man in front of him in the face.
After a moment of mental struggle, Master Lu finally spoke according to his inner thoughts: "Xiaodie was also trying to protect us. If you still can't calm down, Senior, and want to kill or cut me up, I will bear the consequences alone."
"Oh!"
The old man's tense expression suddenly relaxed. "Yes, I just want to see if you're telling the truth. Those desert soldiers attacking Yangliu Town are true. You want to put the blame on me, thinking I'm drunk?"
Hearing this, Master Lu knew that the other party had seen through Xiaodie's plan long ago. He immediately felt ashamed and bowed, "Senior, please calm down. If you really want to kill someone today, then kill me! It has nothing to do with Xiaodie."
"It's not Xiaodie's fault. She's still so young, and it's rare for her to have the courage to stand up and speak for you." The old man looked relieved, and suddenly changed the subject. When Mr. Lu was still uneasy, he suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist.
"Senior!!" Mr. Lu was shocked. What happened?
"Lu Yan, you lied to me, but I won't lie to you. Right now, everyone in the Bingdong tribe thinks you are truly our benefactors. Okay, I'll leave this favor to you. But I still have a favor to ask of you."
Unexpectedly, he wasn't talking about how to kill himself. Master Lu quickly said, "As long as it's something I can do, I will do my best."
Hearing this, the old man smiled slightly. "You can definitely do it." He glanced warily at the door before continuing, "Those desert soldiers will eventually find their way into the mountains. Xiaodie was just teasing me just now, but you didn't realize that the desert soldiers actually wanted to capture us, the Bingdong people."
“…”
Mr. Lu was speechless after hearing this. He didn't expect that this could be an accident.
(End of this chapter)
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