Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 969 Emotional Changes

The old man had a wrinkled face, narrow eyes and was very short.

He muttered something.

Lin Feng didn't understand, but he knew it was the local dialect of the pirate family.

He raised his finger and pointed at his stomach, then made the gesture of eating and drinking.

The old man knew that Lin Feng was hungry and wanted to eat.

He said another sentence, and Lin Feng seemed to understand it, because he had come into contact with this language in his previous life and was not unfamiliar with it.

What the old man meant was to ask Lin Feng if he was mute?

Lin Feng nodded quickly, indicating that he couldn't speak.

The expression on the old man's face eased a little. Since he could understand what he said, even though he was wearing the clothes of a member of a large clan, he was not necessarily a member of the large clan.

Because after they entered the Dazong state capital from the island, too many people wore the clothes of the Dazong people, robbed too much gold and silver treasures, and killed too many Dazong people.

There are no longer any large numbers of living people in this area.

The old man waved his hand, motioning Lin Feng to follow him into the house.

Lin Feng had been hungry for another day and smelled the fragrance of rice a long time ago, which stimulated him so much that he scratched his ears and cheeks.

I haven't felt so hungry in these years. I feel uncomfortable all over and have an irresistible urge.

Not to mention that Lin Feng is now the regent of the Grand Sect, even if he was the general, the commander of the Royal Guards, the Duke of Jingguo, etc. before, it is not possible for him to have his eyes turn green after being hungry for a day or two, or to become extremely impulsive when he smells food.

The old man motioned Lin Feng to wait at the steps in front of the house, and he put the torch under the eaves, picked up the knife, and walked into the house.

Lin Feng stood at the bottom of the steps, looking anxiously at the door. The aroma of rice came from here. The strong fragrance made Lin Feng twist his body unconsciously.

After waiting for a long time, the door of the house opened and a woman came to Lin Feng cautiously, holding a large bowl with steaming white porridge in it.

The woman was barefoot, her clothes were tattered, and her exposed arms were covered with scars.

Her eyes looked at Lin Feng through her messy hair.

Lin Feng ignored everything else and stared at the bowl in the woman's hand. He wanted to reach out to take it, but felt a little uncomfortable, so he rubbed his hands repeatedly on his clothes.

Seeing his anxious look, the woman pushed it forward expressionlessly without saying a word, only motioning Lin Feng to take it.

The old man on the steps was holding a straight knife, standing under the eaves, looking at Lin Feng coldly.

Lin Feng took the bowl and moved closer to the edge of the bowl. Because the porridge was too hot, he could only drink it in small sips.

Just as his mouth touched the porridge in the bowl, the woman standing by and watching him suddenly uttered two words.

"poisonous."

Lin Feng understood clearly that this was a big message, telling him that the bowl of porridge was poisoned.

Lin Feng's mouth paused on the edge of the bowl and he looked up at the woman.

When the woman saw that he understood what she said, she became a little excited. She turned her head to glance at the old man standing under the eaves, then lowered her head again.

He whispered, "It's really poisonous, don't drink it."

The old man felt something was wrong, took a step forward and shouted loudly.

The woman quickly knelt on the ground, lowered her head and dared not speak.

Lin Feng held the bowl of rice, swallowed hard, and turned to look at the old man.

The old man pointed at the bowl and spoke loudly.

Lin Feng could roughly understand what he meant, which was that if I give you the food, you should eat it quickly. If you don’t eat it, I will take it back and you will not be able to eat anything.

The old man looked very agitated, standing at the edge of the steps, shouting and cursing non-stop.

Lin Feng took a look at the porridge in the bowl and felt a little regretful. He had never felt so regretful about a bowl of porridge before.

Then, with a flip of his wrist, a bowl of steaming white porridge was poured on the old man's face.

The old man screamed from the burns and pulled out the short straight knife with his right hand.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Lin Feng's broken sword had already pierced his chest.

Lin Feng let go, and the old man fell backwards on the steps with the broken sword on his chest.

Lin Feng stepped onto the steps, squatted in front of the old man, and observed the condition of the broken sword.

He felt a surge of excitement in Broken Sword, the excitement of seeing blood, just like his own eagerness to see white porridge.

The kneeling woman looked up and saw the old man, breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to Lin Feng and said.

"Sir, are you from the Dazong clan?"

This title made Lin Feng stunned. After thinking about it, he realized that since he was wearing a long gown and was well-mannered, it was only right for him to be called Mr.

This shows that the woman is also well-educated and well-mannered.

"It seems you are also from the Dazong clan."

Lin Feng nodded and smiled at her.

The woman nodded, her expression sad.

"These pirates have seized our hometown, committing murder, arson, rape, looting, and all sorts of evil. How did you escape this disaster, sir?"

Lin Feng frowned. He suddenly felt that Duan Jian's mood was not very good. It seemed that the old man's blood was not what Duan Jian wanted.

Lin Feng didn't bother to talk to the woman and turned to look at the old man's body.

Instead of having his blood sucked away by the broken sword as before, he remained in his original state.

The broken sword did not suck his blood.

He reached out and pulled out the broken sword, then wiped the blood off it with the old man's clothes.

This was very different from before. After the broken sword sucked all the blood, not a drop of it remained on the sword.

At this moment, the broken sword did not want to absorb any of the old man's blood into the sword body.

Seeing that Lin Feng didn't answer, the woman quickly got up and went into the house.

After a while, she brought out another bowl of white porridge and placed it in front of Lin Feng.

"Sir, I know you're hungry. Eat quickly. There's no poison in this."

Lin Feng reached out to take the bowl of porridge and asked in confusion.

"Why did you poison me?"

The woman glanced at the old man's body.

"He saw that the gentleman was dressed like a member of a powerful clan, young and strong, with a sword at his waist. He knew that direct attack would be impossible, so he had no choice but to use this method."

Only then did Lin Feng look the woman up and down.

Although she was dressed in rags and had unkempt hair, her expression and words revealed a dignified and graceful temperament.

"How did you survive?"

"Alas, pirates also kill people in different categories. Most of the young men are killed, and some are captured and forced to do heavy work for them. The young women serve as their slaves, doing everything they should and shouldn't do."

Lin Feng was a little annoyed: "So those who were killed were the old, weak, sick and disabled?"

The woman was about to cry: "There are also children... They don't let them go..."

Lin Feng suddenly felt an impulse in his body that he could hardly suppress. His whole body felt like it was surging with blood and his hands and feet were trembling.

He was very surprised and tried hard to suppress his anger. After he calmed down, his eyes rolled around.

What's wrong with me?

How could a general who came from a military background, who was accustomed to fighting on the battlefield and had ridden a horse with a sword in hand, and walked through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, be unable to suppress his emotions when hearing such news?

He glanced at the woman and saw that she was wiping her cheek with her sleeve, and her expression was normal.

He took a deep breath, lowered his head and started drinking porridge.

It’s still delicious.

Although Lin Feng had prepared himself mentally, he was still impressed by the bowl of porridge. It was so delicious.

Although Lin Feng knew that there were changes in his mind and body, perhaps it was the mutation brought about by the broken sword, he was unable to restrain and suppress this emotional change.