The old man did not speak, but waved his hand, and several small locust trees suddenly appeared around him.
"Who are you?
How could you mobilize the locust tree?
Could it be that you have something to do with the locust tribe?"
Master Xiang asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"Yes, I can tell you clearly that I am an ancestor of the Sophora clan," the old man replied calmly.
"No wonder when I first entered the forest, I found something strange in the forest.
It turns out that this is the territory of your Sophora tribe.
To tell you the truth, I and your Sophora tribe have some sworn hatred," Xiang Ye said through gritted teeth. .
The old man was not surprised at all after hearing what Master Xiang said, and he still asked calmly.
"Oh, you said that you and our Sophora tribe have sworn hatred.
Then I asked you whether the Sophora tribe killed your family or occupied your territory."
Mr.
Xiang replied with an arrogant smile.
"None of them.
This commander has been ordered by our king to drive all of you weaklings out of your territory to achieve our hegemony."
"How come we, the young and old, of the Sophora tribe are united as one and become the weak?"
the old man continued to ask.
"You Sophora tribe don't advocate force at all.
When you see those creatures who are weaker than you, you still pretend to help them.
This is the greatest weakness.
In this world, those weak people are originally meals prepared for the strong.
"Point."
Mr.
Xiang confidently stated his reasoning to the old man.
"What you said makes sense, so I will follow your reasoning and argue with you."
The old man smiled coldly and said calmly.
"Okay, look at the sword."
Mr.
Xiang shouted ferociously and stabbed the old man with the sword again.
Because he always believes in one thing, that is, strike first to gain strength, strike later and suffer disaster.
The old man just waved his hand gently, and the locust trees that suddenly appeared just now formed a tight circle, trapping Master Xiang in the middle.
Even Master Xiang's arms were firmly secured by the branches of the locust trees. stuck.
Mr.
Xiang was not at the mercy of others.
He immediately shrunk his body and tried to use the escape technique to leave this place.
But his idea of shrinking down was completely shattered when he became smaller.
Because the branches of the locust tree also seem to have spirituality, and they will become loose and tight as the size of his body changes.
"Let me go quickly, or I'll be rude."
Mr.
Xiang still couldn't break free from the shackles of those locust trees, so he could only pretend to be calm and blackmailed the old man.
"Well, if you had said a few polite words to me before trying to reason with me, maybe I would have let you go right away.
But, now there is no possibility at all," the old man said helplessly.
"That's nonsense.
It doesn't matter whether you let me go or whether I want to reason with you."
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Mr.
Xiang suddenly felt that the old man was crazy and was just talking nonsense.
"Didn't you say that the weak are preparing meals for the strong?
Now you are the weak.
I am a little hungry now and haven't eaten yet, so" the old man stopped mid-sentence.
"What do you mean you want to eat me?
How could you possibly do that?
You Sophora tribe are not born to eat meat.
You are a group of real weaklings by nature."
Mr.
Xiang was tied up and said plausibly without mercy.
"Hey, it seems that you know our Sophora clan quite well.
However, you are indeed wrong.
I want to eat when I am hungry, but not you."
Before the old man finished speaking, he was interrupted by the arrogant Mr.
Xiang.
"I know that the wolf nature eats meat for thousands of miles, but you Sophora tribe only drink some rainwater."
"You are really impatient.
I haven't finished what I said.
When I am hungry, I like to invite friends to eat together.
You are right.
I don't eat meat by nature, but don't forget, I Those friends are all meat-eating masters."
The old man said, clicking his lips, as if he had just eaten meat, his mouth was oily, and the aroma of the meat was still lingering.
"You people from the Sophora tribe are just talking a lot of empty words.
Don't you think about it.
Those great immortal friends of yours who have eaten too much wine and delicacies will eat my meat."
After hearing what the old man said, Mr.
Xiang laughed disdainfully.
"I said you are about to die, but you still have the strength to have fun with me here.
I will invite my immortal friends to come for dinner," the old man said coldly.
"Didn't you say that you have many great immortal friends?"
Master Xiang asked.
"Yes, I have told you that I have many great immortal friends, but I haven't told you yet.
Most of my friends like to eat meat and drink alcohol.
Especially monster meat like you, which is half human and half beast, will be particularly affected by it.
My friends like it," the old man said coldly.
"What other friends do you have?"
Mr.
Xiang asked.
"There are really too many.
I will just give you a few to listen to.
There are vampire bats that love to suck blood, jackals that love to eat carrion, and a demon dog that eats bones."
Halfway through his words, the old man was interrupted again.
Mr.
Xiang interrupted.
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But at this time, Mr.
Xiang no longer had the arrogance he had before.
When he heard the old man naming a few friends, he suddenly felt a cool breeze coming from his back, and his whole body was horrified.
"Stop talking, my handsome meat is thick and hard and not delicious at all."
"I don't want to eat it, but you are lying.
You are half human and half animal, so the meat must taste delicious.
Don't be modest."
The old man did not listen to what Master Xiang said.
"When they come, you might as well give me a happy life," Mr.
Xiang said angrily.
"That won't work.
If you die directly, the flesh will become hard and my friends will blame me when they come," the old man said with a smile.
At this moment, when Mr.
Xiang saw the old man's smile, he no longer found it interesting, but felt horrified.
"Please, give me a good time," Mr.
Xiang said in a gentle tone.
The old man still ignored him, then pulled out a sharp knife and stabbed Mr.
Xiang's arm.
He immediately held a piece of bloody meat in his hand.
Mr.
Xiang didn't feel any pain, but he felt a deep-rooted fear.
"Hey, my friends, come and have dinner with me.
I have prepared something good for you.
Come quickly, come quickly."
The old man said as he threw the piece of meat from Mr.
Elephant's arm into the air. , and suddenly the surroundings were filled with a strong smell of blood.
Soon, several black figures ran towards this side looking for the smell of blood.
The old man was right, the black figures running towards him were none other than his friends.
There was a ferocious-looking jackal with a pair of fangs, and a black devil dog with blood-colored eyes.
There was also a bat flying through the air, holding a piece of Elephant Master's fresh meat in its mouth: