After Zhang Zhong sighed for a long time, he took the soldiers to go fishing, and as for the matter of putting food for those criminals, they decisively forgot about it.

It's just a crime, a group of self-depraved people, who will not die of hunger.

Then go hungry.

Those two guys on deck can't go hungry.

Not only can they not be hungry, but they must be carefully served, not only can they not see the flaws, but they must also be raised for nothing.

Otherwise, people will die, boatload after boat.

The murderer who drove a boatload of soldiers to fish is now fishing in the captain's room.

The old figure sat cross-legged on the bed, holding a smooth bamboo fishing rod, which has been around for some years and is often played, so it is covered with pulp.

One end of the fishing rod was held in the hand of the old figure, and the other end hung in the air, and a gold wire hung underneath, and a small dried fish was hooked on the gold wire.

The old figure stared at the small dried fish with burning eyes, as if waiting for the 'big fish' hidden in the void to take the bait.

A breeze blew.

There was an extra figure in the captain's room.

The small dried fish at one end of the rod was missing, and appeared in the hand of the figure.

It was a teenager, about sixteen years old, his eyes were a little dumbfounded, and he was shouting small dried fish in his mouth, savoring it.

The old figure saw the young man, as if he had seen some rare treasure, and his eyes lit up.

"Little guy, how about being an apprentice to the old man?"

The young man with a somewhat dazed gaze slowly finished eating the dried fish, and then his eyes fell on the old figure, the sluggishness in his eyes slowly dissipated, and there was a trace of coldness in his eyes.

"Old thing, you're looking for death!"

The old figure laughed, as if he had discovered something extraordinary, he stared at the young man, and said with a look of surprise: "You can actually speak?"

The old man still thinks that you are dumb for three generations. ”

The young man glanced coldly at the old figure without saying a word.

The old figure continued: "Your ancestor Dumb Tiger disappeared after Kou Sheng passed away. Some people say that he gave Kou Sheng a burial, and some people say that he went to wander the world.

But the old man knew that he had been with Kou Ji all the time.

Your master is a lone wolf, staying by the side of Tianci'er.

You were trained by your master to protect Xiao Qing'er, right?

I thought that your master was a mute, your master was also a mute, and you would also be a mute, but I didn't expect you to be not. ”

The young man said coldly: "My master is not dumb, and neither is my master, they just don't speak." ”

The old figure laughed, just a mouth, without a tooth in the mouth, and it looked very weird.

"Isn't it dumb if you don't speak? Your master is a tiger, your master is a wolf, what about you? What are you? Bear? Mangal? Leopard? ”

The young man stared coldly at the old figure, "If you dare to speak ill of my ancestor and master, I will kill you." ”

The old figure didn't care about the young man's threat at all, he smiled and said, "Is it a worm?" Rat? It can't be a mayfly, right? ”

"Whoa......

With a soft sound, the knife hidden by the young man at his waist was drawn.

The old figure saw that the young man was going to move seriously, and smiled bitterly, "You three generations are really in the same vein." The martial arts are the same, the personality is the same, and even the way of doing things is the same. ”

The young man ignored him, just stared coldly at the old figure.

The old figure said kindly: "The old man is also your elder no matter what he says, ask what your name is, it's not too much, right?" ”

The young man said coldly: "Royal cat! ”

The old figure was stunned for a moment, shook his head and smiled: "It's really like gold." Royal Cat ...... Royal Cat ...... Why is it called a royal cat? ”

The young man said coldly: "One person, one word......"

The old figure was stunned, "One person, one word?" ”

After thinking about it for a while, the old figure nodded and said, "It was the emperor and Kou Ji who gave you a word." The royal word, only the emperor can allow, Kou Ji can not be. The cat word was given by Kou Ji.

But why do you call you a royal cat?

Could it be that the leopard, the bear and the like are too vulgar? ”

The old figure chattered for a long time, looking at the young man, the smile on his face became more eager, "Since the emperor gave you the word, then you can be regarded as half a royal person."

Since he is half a royal man, he should learn from the old man.

In terms of martial arts, the old man is not as good as the dumb tiger, and it is estimated that he is not as good as your master lone wolf.

But when it comes to using drugs, the old man is an expert.

The old man is not boasting, when it comes to the use of poison in this world, the old man is called second, and absolutely no one dares to call him first.

If you learn the martial arts of the dumb tiger, and then learn the poisonous art of the old man, you will be able to become the first in martial arts. ”

The young man glanced at the old figure coldly, silently walked into the dark corner of the captain's room, and disappeared.

Seeing this, the old figure was a little angry, "What others can't ask for, the old man easily promises it to you, are you still not happy?" ”

"Can your poison hold off artillery?"

The young figure did not appear, but the voice clearly reached the ears of the old figure.

The old figure sat on the bed in a daze, unable to say a word.

The power of the artillery, the old figure is clear.

When he followed Zhao Zhen and Kou Ji to open up the wasteland in the Northern Wilderness, the scene he saw the most was that Kou Ji washed the ground with artillery fire.

He couldn't understand why Koji had wasted his precious cannonballs on the savages of the Northern Wilderness.

But he clearly understood how lethal the dense coverage of the shells was.

It is no exaggeration to say that under the cover of artillery fire, no living creature that can be seen by the naked eye can live.

Whether it's martial arts or poison arts.

In the face of artillery fire, it is not enough to see.

He suddenly remembered the phrase that Kou Ji had so often said.

'The Times...... It's changed...... A lot of things are destined to be obsolete......'

Martial arts and poison arts may be among the eliminations that Kou Ji said.

"Hey......"

The old figure sighed, took out a bottle of poison from his cuff, and a short gun, with a sad face.

After studying and studying things for most of his life, suddenly it didn't have much effect, how could he not be sad.

The old figure looked through the window of the captain's room, looked at the two figures who were talking on the deck, and sighed: "Our family may be a slave for the rest of our lives......

After saying this, the old figure put away the poison and the short gun, held his hands in his arms, and said with a smile: "There is nothing wrong with being a slave." Even if our family is a slave, we are still standing at the top of the slave. ”

"What's that?"

The boy hiding in the shadows couldn't help but speak.

A bright smile appeared on the face of the old figure, "Still a slave......

The boy suddenly lost interest in the old figure and completely disappeared into the captain's room.

The old figure once again looked through the window of the captain's quarters and at the two figures on the deck.

"Two little guys, still learn from others to run away? You think you're trying to run away? You want to run away more than you do! But which of them did you see jumping out of the palms of those two?

When you get to the Northern Wilderness, you will find out how childish your behavior is......"