Hua Guduo held the patriarch's scepter with both hands, ran and chased Nanshan, shouting in a sharp voice: "Class Chief! Class Chief!"

Xiaofang yelled at her: "Who asked you to come out? Get back!"

When Hua Guduo came out of her mother's womb, she dared to challenge her own father. The wind trotting over brought a fierce fighting spirit.

"I'm twelve years old!" she announced loudly, "I'm not with those little boys, I can guard the mountain."

Nanshan took over the scepter, but did not speak harshly, but just frowned slightly at her: "Go back."

Speaking of which, Nanshan is very patient and gentle to the children of the tribe - at least more patient than Chu Huan, and rarely speaks loudly to them. However, compared to his father's big slap like a palm-shaped palm-shaped slap, the clan leader's slightly unhappy look can always shock those cubs better.

Hua Guduo looked up at Nanshan, and her originally three-foot-high aura shrank into a Mars the size of a bean, and then it fluttered and destroyed. She carefully looked at his face, not daring to be arrogant at all. She rubbed her toes and her feet in the back for a moment, and walked back as she said in a dusty manner.

At this time, the fog that was originally floating in the entire Liyi tribe's settlement was driven away by something, but it should have been artificially done by some method. The driven white fog was gathered outside the tribe's village, forming a quadrilateral with a round sky and a square. At first glance, the village seemed to have a circle of chaotic and hazy city walls.

All the children under the age of fourteen in the clan were concentrated in the yard of the clan leader's house. A circle of adults led by spring was guarding the periphery, and everyone was wearing armor and holding sharp edges.

Spring is orderly and command is determined. For a moment, people roaring, dogs barking, birds roaring, and horse hooves running from not far away. The livestock are busy returning to the circle and huddling together.

"How could it be so fast? Why did the fog door open just now? Did something happen to the gatekeeper? Why didn't there be any warning?" Xiaofang followed Nanshan quickly, and asked questions one after another, as if he was loading a machine gun in his mouth. Suddenly, he paused, as if he had remembered something, and shouted at Nanshan's back, "Oh no! Clan leader, where is the king?"

Nanshan walked towards the direction of the foggy city wall, keeping pace: "It's okay, I've sent him away."

Xiaofang didn't react at once: "Let's go... go? Where did you go? I thought he... he would..."

"Stay and receive the 'ritual'?" Nanshan stopped at the border of the fog city wall. He turned his head and followed him silently and immediately handed him a torch. The beating flames reflected on Nanshan Qingjun's calm face. He paused for a moment and continued, "Chu Huan told me clearly that he would not stay, so I did not mention the 'ritual' to him."

Xiaofang glared her extra-large pair of eyes into balls: "You... didn't even mention it?"

Nanshan narrowed his eyes and looked at the thick fog. His expression seemed solemn. At this time, the sorrow of parting that sent Chu Huan away in the early morning had disappeared on his face. When talking about this, Nanshan even felt a little lucky: "Fortunately he left happily. If he was slower, he would probably..."

"But how could you not mention it? Alas! The patriarch, the benefit of the 'ritual' is that the people on their side cannot imagine it. Why didn't you tell him? If he knew, he might be willing to stay forever. You didn't always want to..."

Nanshan glanced at him lightly, and Xiaofang immediately felt well-trained and automatically silent. He didn't seem to be much better than his twelve-year-old daughter.

Nanshan's long hair fell from the hairband behind him and hung on his broad and strong shoulders. He gently stroked the head of the scepter that Chu Huan had stuck to, then closed his eyes slightly and broke it back.

He held the green gem in his hand, played with it for a while, and then carefully put it away, Nanshan lit the scepter with the torch handed over by the mountain.

The patriarch's scepter was made of unknown material, and a ball of cold color was raised at the top. The flames were like an aurora on ice, with a mysterious and dry chill.

I saw the light getting stronger and stronger, and soon, it penetrated into the thick fog in strands. In the stormy mist, the cold fire light was like a lighthouse that tore apart the dark night, illuminating the white fog much lighter in loneliness.

This is probably the only thing in the entire clan that can penetrate fog lighting.

"I told him to lure him to stay and then make him like my dad?" Nanshan whispered almost to himself under the quiet fire.

Xiaofang was speechless.

Nanshan lowered his eyes, as if he wanted to open this page: "Don't talk about this again in the future."

While speaking, the horses in the clan finally ran back through the thick fog. Xiaofang glanced at him and suddenly asked in confusion: "Strange, patriarch, where is your white horse king?"

Nanshan: "I let Chu Huan ride away."

Xiaofang was shocked: "What? Then...that's just at this time, how should it come back? It's about to close the mountain when it speaks, and the passage to the other side of the river has turned open. What should it do if it can't be found?"

"If you don't come back, you won't come back." Nanshan handed the scepter flashing with fire to Dashan. "If it doesn't come back, the horse tribe will choose a new horse king by itself. What kind of fun do you follow?"

Dashan was like holding up a holy fire and holding up a scepter with both hands. There were already a dozen women waiting aside. Each of them held a human bone in their hands. Compared with ordinary human bones, these bones seemed to be thicker, and the bones were particularly thick. The middle of the bone cavity was almost solid, and there was a uniform layer of phosphorescence on the surface.

The mountain brought the fire from the patriarch's scepter to the bone held by each woman. One end of the bone was lit, and light that could also penetrate the thick fog appeared. However, the faint light floated at the top of the bone, not like fire, it looked more like a ball of hallucination.

The women inserted every bone at the edge of the white mist city wall and solemnly paid tribute to those bones with ancient etiquette.

In this way, all the trees, mountains and rivers in the fog have a shadow again.

A creepy roar came from a distance.

Nanshan: "Tell everyone, from now on, a group of ten people will be inspected in formation..."

"Class Chief!" Before he could finish his words, he was suddenly interrupted by the hoarse scream of a woman behind him. The woman staggered to him and gasped, "Class Chief, Class Chief..."

Nanshan reached out and grabbed her arm. At least he didn't let the woman's knees weak, and he knelt directly in front of him: "What's wrong?"

The woman said to him in a crying voice: "Ankaraiye is gone!"

"Ankaraiyya" is the name of the Li Yi tribe of the little bald man, which looks very high-end. It is translated into Chinese and is longer than the original name. Therefore, neither Chu Huan remembers it, so he had to give his children a nickname "Little Bald man".

Nanshan grabbed the woman's arm and tightened her hands: "When did it happen?"

"Morning, early in the morning..." The woman almost collapsed. At this time, the patriarch was like a backbone of her. She could only rely on the power of Nanshan's hands to support her. She held back the tears that had spread into her eyes several times. She had a difficult time giving birth. After getting married for more than ten years, there was only one child like Little Bald, so how could she not be in a hurry?

"There is one pig raised at home, but the pigpen is stuck. He must have released one and rode it away, and closed the pigpen himself... He, he usually likes to play with those stupid things," the woman's nails grabbed her flesh and churned violently in her chest in one breath. "Captain, where do you think he will run? Will he already..."

Nanshan's brows were tightly clamped, and he took the scepter handed back from Dashan: "Call a few people to follow me, hurry up."

In the river, Chu Huan swallowed a mouthful of blood.

The monster had already fallen down, and the smelly blood splashed all over the white horse. Chu Huan raised his hand and pressed his ears. While relieving the tinnitus, he observed the monster in the water up close. This shallow river surface had just passed the monster's corpse, and it could never be an animal living here.

This kind of monster Chu Huan has never seen or heard of, and it is unlikely that it will come from this side of the river.

Then it should... it comes from the Liyi tribe.

Did they raise it? Or did they encounter something?

And if it was taken from the Liyi tribe, does that mean they hit it by chance? It should be not far from the other side.

Chu Huan observed that these monsters rushed towards him in the direction of the water flow, so their wisest choice is to go up against the current.

The smell of blood in the water may attract other things and they must leave as soon as possible.

The white horse seemed to be in line with his mind. With a command from Chu Huan, it immediately spread its hooves and quickly passed through the water.

At this time, Chu Huan heard a low sob. He looked down and saw that the little bald man was lying on his shoulder, whispering in a low voice. He seemed to have just reacted now that his friends could no longer walk with him.

The little bald man met with death for the first time. He was at a loss, but he seemed to know that it was not a time to be naughty at will. He just held Chu Huan's clothes tightly - the tribesmen would not wear such soft and cumbersome shirts, as if they would break when they were pulled. At this time, it was already his only support.

"Your parents don't know what they have to be anxious about." Chu Huan said suddenly.

He obviously didn't know how to speak in a tone of coaxing a child, so he had to regardless of whether the other party could understand or accept it, treat the three or four-year-old boy as an adult and said to him in an equal way: "You are just going to be willful, have you ever thought about this problem?"

This time, the little bald man did not laugh at his strange accent. He heard the blame in Chu Huan's words, felt unprecedented grievances, and looked up at Chu Huan with tears.

Chu Huan suddenly pulled the reins of the horse suddenly. The white horse was caught off guard. His front hooves jumped high and made a long neigh. The gurgling sound of water was suddenly amplified, and three things that were not small than the monsters just now rushed towards them.

Chu Huan calmly held his horse and said to the little bald man: "Did you see these? I don't know if it was a mutated crocodile, maybe it was from the river, maybe it was from the river - how did you judge that you have the ability to cross the river alone?"

The little bald man sobbed in fear.

Chu Huan: "Don't cry."

This time, he neither pretended to be fierce nor softly persuaded to coax him. He just spoke three words in a plain tone. The little bald man immediately held back his tears and did not dare to say a word.

Chu Huan leaned on the horse's back, lowered the center of gravity, constantly adjusting his angle, and at the same time said in the ear of the little bald man: "Since it's something you don't have the ability yet, why do you have to do it?"

The little bald man buried in his arms and spoke in a soft voice: "Big King..."

Chu Huan: "Don't act coquettishly, I'll ask you - what else do you do besides acting coquettishly?"

A monster suddenly jumped up from the water, opened his bloody mouth and bit Chu Huan down.

Chu Huan held the child and stood up from his horse. The spike in his hand almost became an embroidered needle that was as good as the needle. The pen poked, poked, and broke forward like a dragon and snake. Then he suddenly lowered his body and retracted his horse. The white horse ran out decisively, and the giant teeth of another monster passed by him and collided with the one just now.

Chu Huan wanted to cover his ears, but he had to take care of the naughty child in his arms. It was too late to suffer from this sound attack duet.

He took a deep breath, skillfully diverted his attention, relieved the severe pain in his chest, and said to the little bald man sternly: "Your behavior is not called a hero or a troublemaker, do you understand?"

At this time, the white horse inevitably bumped into the third monster head-on. The monster jumped to bite, and Chu Huan made a desperate bet.

Monsters and cold weapons are in close contact.

With a "puff", the spike pierced through the monster's open jaw. A fist-sized gap was pierced in without dissatisfaction. Its head was instantly stabbed into the air. Chu Huan used the force to fall 360 degrees in the air, and just sat back on the back of the white horse that was passing by quickly.

The little bald man was already shocked.
Chapter completed!