Jiang Feng glanced at Qiu Chuji, who was bowing his head and pondering, and didn't bother him, but secretly said in his heart: "Sin, sin!" ”

Jiang Feng knew that Qiu Chuji in the real history was a true Taoist person with immortal wind and bones. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Where is there such an unbearable thing as said in the Condor Shooting, so Jiang Feng can only mourn in silence for the current Qiu Chuji.

All the cause and effect relationships were caused by the so-called protagonist Guo Jing, so Jiang Feng came to him.

Jiang Feng smiled very kindly and said, "Your name is Guo Jing, you are not a Mongolian lackey, you are a friend of the Mongolians, aren't you." ”

Guo Jing nodded in surprise, "Yes, yes, I am friends with them, and I am not a lackey of the Mongols." ”

Guo Jing was so happy, someone finally said a fair word for him, I don't know who always said that he was a Mongolian lackey.

Guo Jing took a closer look, only to see clearly that it was Jiang Feng, and he was stunned, thinking in his heart:

"Hey, just now he said that I was a Mongolian stooge, why are you so affectionate with me now, and he has helped me say good things.

Could it be that the martial arts beauty I recommended to him just now has become his concubine, and he is grateful to me. ”

Of course, Jiang Feng didn't know what Guo Jing was thinking about now, but Jiang Feng knew that Guo Jing's eyesight was not good.

Guo Jing must be highly myopic, otherwise Huang Rong, whose face is blackened in Zhangjiakou, is a girl Guo Jing will definitely be able to see clearly.

Even Jiang Feng has discovered many suspicious points in Zhangjiakou, but those seem to have nothing to do with Jiang Feng.

So Jiang Feng now pretended to be affectionate and continued:

"Brother Guo, you grew up in Mongolia since you were a child, and it has been eighteen years now!"

Guo Jing's mind couldn't turn around, he couldn't understand that good-looking teenager.

No, it should be the big brother, how can he know his own details so clearly.

"Yes, Brother Childe, it's been eighteen years." Guo Jing didn't know the other party's name,

I don't know what to call this handsome and noble son.

Jiang Feng really didn't want to have a common name or anything with Guo Jing, and Jiang Feng didn't want to have anything to do with Guo Jing.

Jiang Feng finally showed his true face now and said, "Brother Guo, since you have lived in Mongolia for eighteen years.

Didn't you know what kind of people the Mongols were for eighteen years?

Don't you know that a ten-year-old Mongol child can ride a horse and kill people?

Don't you know how many people from other tribes the Mongols killed in the past eighteen years?

You don't know how many other people's women the Mongols have robbed in eighteen years.

Don't you know that the women who were robbed ended up being Mongol women?

Aren't such Mongols robbers, bandits, murderous demons?

You still make friends with such Mongols, and you actually make friends with those murderous demons, robbers and bandits. ”

Jiang Feng later became louder and louder the more he spoke, and even Qiu Chuji was now listening to Jiang Feng's words.

Guo Jingmeng, "This, this, this、、、" He couldn't answer, Jiang Feng said these words very slowly.

As if on purpose, everyone around me could hear and hear clearly.

Guo Jing was stupid, he really couldn't answer these questions, he understood Jiang Feng's words, he knew them very well.

The Mongols are like this, the strong are kings, and they brutally slaughter the tribes that do not obey.

Those who rob other people's women as their wives, the Mongols in the steppe are wolves, and they are all fierce wolves.

Guo Jing has lived in the steppe for 18 years, and his sworn brother Torre, how can he not know what kind of people the Mongols are?