I am a primitive

The eyes of the witch of the Red Tiger Tribe who fell to the ground uncontrollably had become extremely red.

She resisted the bouts of dizziness and the intense pain coming from above her head, and struggled to crawl to the place where Han Cheng was standing not far away.

At this moment, in her eyes, everything else disappeared, only a pair of legs remained!

A pair of legs that belonged to the god son of the Qingque tribe!

"Puff puff~"

A series of sounds followed continuously, this is the sound of a sharp object piercing into the meat!

Xiong Youer was not the only one who came out with Han Cheng.

Besides Xiong Youer, there are nine other people.

After the witch of the Red Tiger tribe suddenly committed an attack, she ran towards this side suddenly. It was not only Xiong Youer who wanted to rescue the god son respected by their tribe from danger, but the other nine people also rushed at the first time. Come here!

Although they knew that the god son of their tribe had put on thick protective clothing and had done a good job of defense, the sudden action of the witch of the Red Tiger Tribe still stirred their nerves!

In particular, Shenzi's suddenly arched body, as well as the miserable howling sound, made their hearts tugged to the extreme at this moment!

After Xiong You'er slammed the Red Tiger Tribe witch on the ground with a heavy hammer, the rest of the people who rushed over shot out in panic and anger!

What they hold in their hands is an iron gun made of coal dug out by the people of the Red Tiger Tribe, smelted iron ore, and then processed for many times!

The tip of the gun is sharpened!

These people, who were frightened and angry, became indifferent when they found out that the witches of the Red Tiger Tribe dared to attack their tribe's god son.

The witches of the Red Tiger Tribe were only covered with animal skins, not like the Dashenzi Han of the Qingque Tribe, who was fearless in the face of danger, wrapped in layer after layer of defense.

Animal skins, of course, cannot defend against iron spears!

The iron spear, which contained anger and great strength, pierced the animal skin and easily pierced into the flesh of the witch of the Red Tiger Tribe.

The power contained in the iron spears did not disappear because of this, they pierced all the way, piercing the body of the red tiger tribe witch, and nailed her to the ground by the way!

A lot of blood poured out.

The red tiger tribe witch's mouth, nose, and eyes also had blood overflowing.

Pinned to the ground, she couldn't help but let out an extremely shrill scream.

Severe pain kept coming from all parts of her body. The witch of the Red Tiger Tribe was no longer awake. Her eyes were blurred, and the world she saw turned bloody!

The power was rapidly draining from her body, making her weak.

Even though it has become what it is today, the witch of the Red Tiger Tribe still keeps her eyes fixed on those feet!

Those feet belonged to the god son of the Qingque tribe!

She pawed the ground with trembling hands, trying her best to get to the side of these feet.

But for her, whose body was pushed to the ground, this was simply an impossible wish!

I didn't kill this damn guy until I died!

He didn't eradicate the disaster for the people in the tribe until his death!

He didn't avenge those dead people in the tribe until he died!

He didn't fight for a way out for the living people in the tribe until he died!

"@#WSW@@#!"

"@#￥WW3c!"

The maiden of the Red Tiger Tribe who was nailed to the ground, bleeding all over the ground, howled and wailed desperately!

Tears of remorse and unwillingness flowed out like a spring.

Her voice became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared!

This person who led the Red Tiger Tribe and walked forward for many years, just like this, died with strong regret and unwillingness!

With his hands, he pulled out the weapon that belonged to the witch of the Red Tiger Tribe that was stuck on his body. Han Cheng looked at the witch of the Red Tiger Tribe who was nailed to the ground by several guns, dripped a lot of blood, and died with tears streaming down her face. , There was a moment of silence.

The witch of the Red Tiger Tribe is undoubtedly a rather remarkable person.

What was done in the end was also silent.

But many times in this world, things cannot be distinguished by simple right and wrong, good and bad.

The most fundamental thing is the interest, which is the position between each other.

If it weren't for the interests involved, Han Cheng might be able to meet the witch of the Red Tiger Tribe with a smile, and reach out to hold hands with her in an extremely friendly manner.

But now, the witch of the Red Tiger Tribe is dead.

The witch of the Red Tiger Tribe died, and Han Cheng was not happy. Killing people is never something that makes people feel relaxed and happy, even if it is an enemy who is a sworn enemy!

Of course, except for a very small number of people who are no longer in this category.

But even so, Han Cheng didn't regret it at all.

If the matter could be repeated, he would still choose to do so without hesitation!

The witches of the Red Tiger Tribe will still die!

If necessary, he would even personally kill the witches of the Red Tiger Tribe!

Still the same sentence, many things have nothing to do with the original heart, nothing to do with other things, but only to benefit, only to stand!

Saying these words so bluntly may appear cold and indifferent, which is unacceptable.

But the truth of the matter is like this!

The witch of the Red Tiger Tribe died, but that didn't mean the matter was over...

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"Kill! Kill them!"

"Son of God!"

"Ah! You dogs!"

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