A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

But knowing is one thing, and taking action is another. It is impossible for them to run up to expose the identity of that person. If he becomes angry or resorts to some extreme measures, then He Ning will be in danger.

However, Muhammad would make a move, which did not surprise them at all.

If Aoki and Manyi are allowed to become in-laws smoothly, it will be difficult for them to advance.

The large army continued to move forward, and the commotion gradually subsided, presumably those people had accepted this fact.

When they reached the outer side of the barbarians, the two opposing teams in front of them forced them to stop.

Wu Dahu squinted his eyes and said in a low voice, "Everyone is here..."

Merck, Utan, Muhammad and even the triplets were all in the team in front of them.

Although the people on Aoki's side didn't know Muhammad and the triplets, they still knew the two old acquaintances, Merck and Wu Tan.

Although they didn't know what they were doing, the generals who sent off their relatives were obviously relieved.

As long as He Ning is safe and sound when they see Merck, their mission will be considered completed. As for whether Merck can guard He Ning, it is none of their business.

Merck glanced at Aoki's team, and when he saw the man holding He Ning, he said expressionlessly: "You and I both want him, and we don't want him to live into the other party's hands, so it's better to let him become A dead body once and for all?"

Muhammad was not surprised by his reaction.

If it were him, he wouldn't be bound by a strange male from Aoki.

It's a pity that his current position is different from Merck's. Not only does he want to get a living Hening, but he also wants to get it in front of Merck.

He tightened his grip on the horse's belly suddenly, and ran quickly towards Aoki's team.

Merck narrowed his eyes and waved directly: "Kill!"

The reason why he didn't do anything before was that it wasn't the time when the sword was on the verge of breaking out. Although he was not afraid of Muhammad and his party, they had just recovered from the war with Aoki, and they would suffer as little loss as possible.

But now, since Muhammad took the initiative to provoke, of course he must fight with all his strength, otherwise wouldn't it be a joke for the Aoki people?

When the barbarians started to move, the people on Muhammad's side also formed their own formations, firmly guarding Muhammad in the rear.

If the people from Qingmu intervened at this time, Muhammad would basically be in a dead end. It's a pity that He Ning is still in the hands of the man in black. They can only watch and do nothing.

Seeing that Muhammad was about to approach Aoki's send-off team, Merke narrowed his eyes, separated a small group of soldiers, protected him, and rushed towards Aoki's side quickly.

The people around him were elites, and Muhammad's men, who were in a defensive posture, couldn't stop them all. In the blink of an eye, Merck came to Aoki's team, and the distance from Muhammad was only an arm's length away.

Song Qinghan watched from behind, seeing that their target was He Ning, he couldn't help secretly worrying about He Ning.

If one of the parties has the idea of ​​destroying if they can't get it, wouldn't He Ning be very dangerous?

Muhammad reined in his horse suddenly, raised his head to the sky and screamed, staring at Merke with a pair of sharp eagle eyes, and said loudly: "If there is a comparison of force between you and me, wouldn't it be nothing new?"

Merck's face was gloomy, a haze flashed in his eyes, and he said calmly: "As long as you can win, what new ideas do you want? Could it be that you used some innovative methods during your escape?"

One is the proud son of heaven, and the other is a down-and-out nobleman. Logically speaking, Muhammad should be angry after being torn off by Merck, but he just smiled casually and raised his eyebrows: "Of course, if you don't How can you escape from your father's hands if you are a little new? Didn't you personally participate in the arrest of me back then? How do you feel?"

Thinking of the painful experience of being played around by Muhammad back then, Merce's eyes were a little complicated, and he said strangely: "You reminded me like this, if I still listen to you, wouldn't I be a fool?"

Muhammad unhurriedly took out two pieces of rice paper from his arms, rolled one of them into a ball, and threw it into Merke's arms, and said to himself: "What if you scare the beauty when you fight in front of the beauty?" ? Even if you want to use force, don't you wonder who the beauty wants to go with?"

Merck glanced at He Ning's carriage and saw two vague figures inside. He sneered and said, "Put a sword against his back and let him choose you. Is this the so-called non-use of force?"

A whistle came from Muhammad's mouth, and the curtain of the carriage suddenly flipped, and a vigorous figure flew out of it, and disappeared instantly.

"In this way, the Lord should rest assured, right?"

His lord gave Merck enough face. Seeing his lowered posture, Merck glanced at He Ning's carriage again, and said in a deep voice, "Go ahead."

Although he didn't give a clear promise, a smile appeared on Muhammad's face, and he continued to explain: "To put it bluntly, compared with the princess of Aoki, we are all rough people, so naturally we have to compete. How about two different things, how about the two of us play freely on the paper, and finally be judged by Princess Hening?"

The reason why there is no regulation on what to write on paper is to allow Merck to have room to play freely, otherwise, if he is forced too hard, Merck will definitely not agree directly.

After listening to his words, Merck frowned slightly, and a thought flashed in his eyes.

It is impossible to say that you are not curious about He Ning's attitude. After all, the order given by the emperor of Aoki is one thing, but what He Ning thinks is another matter.

If He Ning can be obedient, he doesn't mind giving He Ning the face he deserves, but if he is not... then he can't be blamed for being cruel.

In the blink of an eye, he figured out the twists and turns, stretched out his hand to spread out the rice paper, raised his eyebrows and said, "Where's the pen?"

Muhammad laughed, and suddenly pulled out a dagger from his waist, quickly cut his index finger, and began to write on the yellowed rice paper with fresh blood.

Merck's eyes were fixed, and he felt as if he had been generalized by Muhammad.

If he also cut his fingers with a dagger, he would inevitably fall into a disadvantage, and would be disgusted by imitating Muhammad, but if he asked others for a pen, he would look too weak, let alone, when the pen arrived, Muhammad would probably be too weak. finished.

Time waits for no one, after he figured it out, he winked at the person behind him and said something in a low voice.

The man quickly took the order and left, and when he came back, he was already holding a broken finger in his hand.

Merck smiled. Seeing Muhammad's eyes were cold, he said slowly, "Thank you for giving me your finger. If the little brother is still alive after you go back, please thank him for me."