Although he unexpectedly saw this unpleasant brother this night, judging by the situation, it should be the other party who saved him. Gong Xiqiu tried to speak, but with such a simple move, he was so anxious that he wanted to sweat, but his lips still couldn't move at all.

I don't know how long it took.

It seems long and short.

The brother, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed and his legs exhaled a breath of turbid air, let go of his prayer gesture, his eyebrows and eyes were filled with visible fatigue, as if he had been exhausted by something. The moment he stood up, the gorgeous clothes of the priest who was draped around him melted away.

A Confucian shirt covered with blood and scratches appeared.

Raise your hand to test the carotid artery of Gongxiqiu.

When he touched his fresh and soft young skin, the powerful beating filled with life came from under his fingertips, sweeping away his tiredness, and he seemed to cry but not cry. He held Gong Xicho's head with both hands and buried it in his arms, choking: [A Nian...]

Gong Xiqiu could smell the blood and sweat in the other person's arms, as well as the salty liquid dripping on his cheeks and sliding into the corners of his mouth.

His mind was a little confused.

It turns out that my brother loves me so much. Why did I look at myself before, not my eyes, and my nose is not my nose?

Immediately following my body hanging.

At that time, he had not yet grown up, and his adult brother could easily pick him up, and there was a sound of enemies in the distance.

The entire tribe is filled with enemies.

My brother was drowsy and lucky enough to save his life and lose blood. He was hiding everywhere. He relied on his familiarity with the tribe's land and some methods, but his luck was not exposed. Until he passed a square, this place was the venue for the bonfire meetings held on the important day of the tribe's people. Which wedding and funerals were basically arranged here. At this time, he was completely stained with blood and piled up corpses.

There were several pottery jars on the site.

There was a red charcoal fire under the pottery jar.

The soup in the pottery jar is boiling.

Cry, scream, moan, begging.

It should have been a place where laughter and joy were lingering, but at this moment it was so bloody that it seemed as if the hell of the forest came to the world. Gong Xiqiu looked at this scene, his eyes were painful, and his head was about to explode. Unfortunately, he couldn't shout out, even a syllable.

All the pain turned into a crazy trapped beast, rushing around in his mind, biting and roaring, and unable to find the outlet for catharsis.

Why!

Why can't he move?

Why can't he fight out!

Why do you want him to see these things?

"I want to kill you, you!"

"Ahhhhhh--"

Reality has only been a moment of time, but Gong Xiqiu felt that he had been withered for more than ten years. The seeds of hatred that sprouted from the night of the genocide did not disappear without a trace because of his loss of memory. Instead, he chewed on the corner that he didn't know, absorbing hatred and growing into a towering tree. This force instantly broke through the constraints exerted on him, and his eyes were scarlet.

Hate was finally released in this vent.

Tang Guo looked at the sudden burst of momentum on Gong Xichou. Even though he was so far away, he could still feel the burning sensation that made his skin feel slightly painful. The martial armor changed from substance to viscous flames, and blood beads penetrated from under his skin.

he……

Feeling the threat of death.

no!

You must kill this son as soon as possible!

But before Tang Guo took action, one of the reinforcements who came from the foot of the mountain was slightly closer and suddenly screamed. He turned his head and looked over, but saw his confidant who had followed him for many years instantly turned into a dead bone in his skin.

The human skin was so old that it lost its luster.

this--

Tang Guo suddenly thought of something, suddenly retreated, and ordered the others to stay away and keep a distance. Gong Xiqiu was using Gong Xi's secret technique to fight with him! This method was seen in other Gong Xi's warriors back then.

This secret method is difficult and difficult to say.

It is easy to deal with and it is easy to deal with.

Because once it is really activated, it loses its ability to move. When the target lifespan is burned out, Tang Guo will die if he doesn't have to do it. As expected, with Gongxi Qiu as the center, all the vegetation creatures are drawn away at an incredible speed.

"Retreat!"

Tang Guo ordered again.

Wow! A wooden arrow emerged from nowhere, and it drew a stream of light in the air and penetrated into Gong Xichou's chest.

Outsiders didn't understand what was going on, but Gong Xiqiu clearly felt that the burning martial energy that was forcibly activated in his body was frozen instantly, and the bone-black chill made him tremble. Not only did his original scarlet eyes return to clear light, but he also suffered a little backlash.

"Who did it?"

Covering his chest, I want to greet people and ancestors.

"Gongxi Feng'er, are you squandering your life like this?" In the air, a figure that no one expected appeared. King Wang's most trusted confidant! At this time, he was wearing a strangely decorated priest's robe and holding a wooden stick.

Half of the wooden stick was entangled with vines shaped like pythons.

only--

This man's face was as green as a vine.

Tang Guo's face was as dark as the mud in the stinky ditch. He recognized this outfit, and had seen it on a hunched and gray-haired Gongxi people back then. It was this immortal thing that caused great harm to him.

Gong Xichou covered his chest and was so angry that he was about to pass away.

His memory had completely recovered. He didn't know whether to move his brother to save his life or to be angry that he interrupted himself, and called himself the disgusting and shameful title of "Praying for kindness". Gong Xiqiu took a deep breath and pointed at Tang Guo.

"Brother, if you want to return your surname to Gongxi, or a member of Gongxi, today I will join forces with me to twist the old guy's head!"

As long as the other party agrees.

You will be sure of it yourself.

The ability of the high priest is different from the literary and military courage known to the world. The latter absorbs the energy of heaven and earth to transform it into one's own use, while the former comes from the belief in worshiping gods in the clan. The high priest is the spokesperson for the gods, and his strength has always been outstanding.

Although I don’t know why my brother is not in the clan territory as a high priest, and the old priest is still in tears, he is enough to be a high priest. The two brothers join forces to skin and remove all the people including Tang Guo without leaving any living mouths!

Unexpectedly, my brother just raised his hand to set up a trap.

His face moved closer to the brown body of the wooden stick, and he looked at Gongxi Qiu with a look of preparing for the future.

"gem."

Gong Xiqiu was puzzled: "What?"

He said angrily: "My name is Can, Jimo Can!"

Gongxi's hatred is still puzzled.

But finally, I knew my brother’s real name and made a breakthrough!

ah--

No, wait—

Gong Xiqiu had long memorized the genealogy. The clan members had passed on for many years, but few had the same name. The one named "Can" seems to be the only one in my memory. The companion next to his old mother's name, the high priest of the previous generation, seemed to be Jimo Can.

Gongxi's hatred is like being struck by lightning.

He thought his brother was actually my ex-husband?

Jimo Can has a black face: "I am your father!"

Gong Xiqiu: "..."

He was a little confused about this relationship for a moment.

I also wanted to ask again, but the ground was shaking, and Tang Guo used brute force to open the way and break the trap. He wrapped his armour from head to toe tightly, holding a long axe in his hand, and footprinted with deep footprints. The gravel and stones on the ground could not withstand the pressure and broke into powder.

Jimo Can glanced coldly over.

Gong Xiqiu: "Not to talk about this for now, the enemy is important."

Jimo Can snorted coldly: "Get off."

Gong Xichou suddenly opened his eyes widened: "How can this work?"

"I've given you a chance, but you won't be useful!"

Gong Xiqiu: "...I'm not useful?"

Jimo Can frowned impatiently: "You are in the way."

Gong Xiqiu: "..."

But he saw the wooden stick in Jimo Can turn around in his hand, raise his hand, pointing at Tang Guo, and looking at him coldly: "Our clan's heroic spirit has died in vain, longing for you for a long time. I know what blood debt and blood repayment means? Go to Quantai here-"

"All tribes, follow my orders!"

After the words came, red blood was filled with under Gong Xichou's feet.

A series of familiar figures crawled out of the pool of blood, but they were no longer alive before. The clothes were stained with blood, and the breath was no longer as vital as before. They were dead and resentful. He was slightly panicked, and glanced at him and saw a mole on the forehead of the young man in the lead.

"uncle!"

He blurted out.
To be continued...