"Bang..." Black claw slapped the big claw hard on the face, causing the big claw to tremble in fear. She covered her face and didn't know what was going on, but stared at the calm second elder with anger.

"Kuitu was killed by the attendant as a tribal warrior. He died well. There are rules in the tribe. The attendant can challenge the tribal warriors. Victory will win everything about the tribal warriors. From today on, Kuitu's property will be the property of the three claws, and no one can object..."

Black Claw did not tell the clues obtained by the second elder, which would involve the internal struggle of the heirs, but he used another rule to talk about things, which made Gao Feng feel relieved. At least he didn't have to turn against Black Claw now. You know, the reason for not using a pistol is that in the sand, the pistol may get stuck in the sand, which is not good...

"In view of the fact that the Three Claws have not passed the tribe assessment, the property will be under the tribe. It will be issued after the assessment is over. In order to punish him to kill Kuitu, the assessment task will be doubled, and if it fails, all property will be confiscated."

After saying that, Black Claw twisted Big Claw's ear and pulled it out of the house in his scream. The second elder smiled at Gao Feng, turned around and walked out, leaving Gao Feng to think about the so-called punishment.

The tribe's punishment is very interesting. Gao Feng defeated Kui Tu and should accept everything from Kui Tu, including the title of Warrior, but he killed Kui Tu again, which violated the tribe's rules, so there is a punishment for doubled assessment targets. This is also the greatest protection that Black Claw can give Gao Feng. According to the rules, in situations like Gao Feng, you should be expelled from the tribe, but there is a different assessment. With this scene, Gao Feng is now in double insurance. Even if he fails to pass the assessment and his property is confiscated at most, he is still a tribe warrior. Regardless of whether Black Claw is waiting or not, he always has a chance. After all, he is still the son of Black Claw.

The building was empty, and the only room full of blood was left in this room full of blood. The little Qinu looked at Gao Feng with his pure eyes and said nothing. Gao Feng stared at Kui Tu's body blankly. There were so many thoughts in his mind. Kui Tu was the first person he killed in this world. Whether it was his decisive move or his calmness after the killing, it was not like the first killing method, which made him wonder, was he a thug who had killed countless people before?

He felt agitated for a moment and couldn't help but kick Kui Tu's head hard. His round head dripped out. Gao Feng felt disgusted. He turned around and saw the little Qi Nu standing still. He felt even more irritable. If he was a thug, why would he save this little guy?

"Come here..." Gao Feng shouted loudly, his irritable eyes were full of ferociousness. Little Qi Nu's eyes were not afraid or hesitant. It was like a moving puppet walking to Gao Feng. Gao Feng grabbed Xiao Qi Nu's crotch, and then let go as hot as a hand, turned around and walked out unnaturally, without saying anything.

The little Kinu did not dodge or move. He watched Gao Feng walk out, and his eyes turned, he picked up the two fanged knives on the ground, pulled off Kui Tu's only pants and held them in his hand, followed Gao Feng and chased him out.

Gao Feng felt a little upset. He just now wanted to figure out whether the little Qinu was a man or a woman. As a result, he confirmed that the little Qinu was a girl, but he was secretly ashamed. This shame naturally made him forget the original confusion, just like a pervert who was called a man and a woman on the bus, and he just wanted to escape from the distance.

As soon as he left the house, Gao Feng became dull. In the room just now, he had forgotten the desperate sandstorm. The sandstorm had passed, but it left indelible trauma on the Black Claw Tribe. He saw large areas of houses collapsed, and the sand accumulated over two meters high on the street was like a new wall. The entire Black Claw Tribe was like a forgotten ancient city in the desert, full of piles of sand. Even the well was flooded with sand. One by one, the surviving tribe warriors were washing sand out of the well.

Not only the wells, but the slaves who crawled out of the roof did not have the intention to look at Gao Feng with greedy eyes, and used their hands and tools to clean up the sand in front of the door. Many women had sad expressions on their faces, and their men or children did not survive this catastrophe.

Little Chinu stood beside Gao Feng and looked into a place where her original master's house was destroyed in a sandstorm. She was the only person who survived in the master's house. That is to say, from now on, she has lost her master, lost the unpalatable source of food, and there is no dung pile to live in.

"The dry manure is gone, how can you live? There is no fire, and you are waiting to freeze to death in winter..."

"The sand blows away everything, and the Shazaotian outside doesn't know what's going on..."

"It depends on how the wasteland tribe gained this time. If you can grab things, it will not be difficult to endure in winter..."

"Two of the three sons were blown away, and one of them was unknown if he could become a warrior..."

Walking through the streets of sand, the busy tribes echoed in their ears, whether they talk to themselves or speak to each other, are all worry about the sandstorm. Women's sensuality and sadness are all on their faces, and men are tenacious. Even if they lose their son, they will not be too out of control. However, the depth of the words has an unwavering sorrow.

When he heard these words, Gao Feng walked towards his shack like an outsider, expressionlessly. The only thing he cared about was whether his shack was safe? The sorrow of tribes has nothing to do with him. The sorrow of other people's life and death has no intersection with him. From beginning to end, he did not regard himself as a part of the tribe. Perhaps one day, he would leave forever.

A figure appeared in his eyes. Huoya held the broken spear and poked it there, and was still shouting the name of the three claws. Seeing Huoya anxious, Gao Feng felt warm. Huoya was the person he had the deepest relationship in this world. Unlike the little Qinu, the little Qinu was the product of an accident. He respected his original intention and saved the little Qinu. When he was about to suffocate, he saved himself.

"Ha, Sanzha, I knew you were not dead, um? Isn't this little boy the same one before? She survived too?"

Kuoya couldn't hide his thoughts. Seeing Gao Feng safe and sound, he jumped up happily and rushed to Gao Feng's side, his mouth kept like a machine gun. He was surprised to see the little Qi Nu holding two fanged knives behind Gao Feng. Of course, the red-eyed fanged knives was also on the one hand. Gao Feng coughed, and he didn't know how to arrange this little girl. She was so dirty and couldn't see clearly. Her eyes turned and said to Kuoya:

"Don't you want a woman? Just give her to you..."

"Don't..., don't you know what I like? Just give me a fanged knife. When I have a corner, I'll give it back to you. If it really doesn't work, I can steal it while Ah Da is asleep. It's amazing to get caught up..."

The little Qi Nu stood aside, listening quietly to Gao Feng's words to send her to others, but his eyes never changed, as if what Gao Feng said had nothing to do with her. Gao Feng also had a headache when he heard the reason for Kuoya. He wanted to say to Kuoya, "Give the little girl and give the Fangya the Fangya the Fangya the Fangya the Fangya, but he knew that doing too much would make people suspicious, so he simply stopped talking, threw a Fangya the Fangya the Fangya, and walked away with a smile, leaving Kuoya the Fangya the Fangya and touched it so happily.

Half of the shack was buried by the sand, but the overall structure was still very strong and no stones were hit by it, which made Gao Feng feel relieved. If it was gone, his only property in the Black Claw Tribe would be gone, and he cleared the sand in front of the door. After entering the nest, Gao Feng felt a strong fatigue, and the wounds that were polished by the sand began to hurt. He couldn't help but rush to the bed, which was also covered with sand, to sleep.

This sleep was until the morning of the next day. With the sound of pedestrians cleaning the sand outside the house, Gao Feng suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the hole in the ceiling in a daze. Last night was the only sleep he had not dreamed about in this world, which made him a little uncomfortable, as if he had merged with the three claws.

Gao Feng lay lazily on the bed, recalling the danger of yesterday, he couldn't help but feel a cold sweat in his heart, and then he felt hungry like a burning fire in his stomach.
Chapter completed!