When Lin Haoming danced with Liema by the bonfire, Lin Haoming found that the people who were originally dancing here stopped dancing, and many people looked at him and Liema.
This situation made Lin Haoming feel a little strange. He had never heard of anything that would have happened if a sand tribe man and woman danced, otherwise he would not have come down easily.
However, Liema did not care about others, but instead was like a happy little bird, flying happier.
When this thing finally ended, Liema also looked at Lin Haoming and showed a bright smile. Then, suddenly it seemed like a very shy girl, who ran away directly, making Lin Haoming confused.
After Lin Haoming returned to his seat, Ti Yesha, who was standing beside him, said with a smile: "I thought Liema would take out the desert flower for you to put on for her after dancing, but she didn't expect to run away."
"Liema just welcomes and thanks to fellow Daoist Long, and fellow Daoist Long doesn't know such rules!" Tiefalie said with a smile.
"What rules?" Lin Haoming asked.
"Our sand tribes usually asks women to dance. If it goes the other way, it means that women have a good impression of men. Generally speaking, after dancing, they will take out a flower picked from the desert and hand it over to men. If the man is willing to wear it on the woman, it means that he has accepted the woman's love!" Tiyesha explained with a smile.
"So that's it!" Lin Haoming was very surprised when he heard it. He had seen many men and women dancing before, and he seemed to have nothing to agree. If he had known it, he would have refused.
Although Liema is a good girl, Lin Haoming has no intention of men and women at all, and fortunately, the other party doesn't seem to have any.
"Brother, Liema is a good girl!" Lianlian deliberately joked at this time.
"Don't talk nonsense, be careful that your sister-in-law will teach you a lesson in the future!" Lin Hao understood her.
"Hehe, I'm just talking!" Lian Lian stuck out her tongue with a smile.
Seeing this, Lin Haoming had no choice but to shake his head helplessly.
The evening lasted for nearly three hours, and it was gradually over in the second half of the night.
Tiefalie returned to his home, asked questions specifically, and followed him into his granddaughter's room.
Seeing his granddaughter sitting alone on the bed, Tiefalie sighed and said, "Do you like that Long Xun?"
"Grandpa, I..."
"He is a very attractive person, but unfortunately he is a foreign tribe, and he will leave sooner or later. If you have low qualifications, following him will be your way out. However, your qualifications are outstanding in the tribe. You are one of the hopes of our Jingsha Tribe." Tiefalie sighed helplessly.
"I know, so that dance is enough for me. I have decided to attack the magic fetus and advance to condense sand armor. From then on, I will become a warrior of our Jingsha Tribe." A trace of firmness flashed in Liema's eyes.
"Okay... Don't worry, I will ask for more resources like the patriarch!" Tiefalie promised.
"Grandpa, I will let our Jingsha Tribe continue." Liema also said firmly.
Lin Haoming didn't know these things, and even if he guessed some, he didn't want to know them.
The days that followed were free, Lin Haoming and his friends settled down here to heal their wounds, and did not leave the Jingsha Tribe.
In his spare time, Lin Haoming will also teach some descendants of the Jingsha Tribe and teach some experiences of cultivation.
Lin Haoming's opinion is naturally a sharp hit. Even Ti Yesha feels ashamed of himself in this regard. Of course, for Ti Yesha, he only thinks that Lin Haoming, as a member of the Silver Dragon clan, naturally has the experience of the Silver Dragon clan, but he does not know that the other party is a real master.
Lin Haoming had never seen her since that dance. He thought it was really because he was embarrassed to see her again, but when he saw her again, the girl's tenderness was gone, and there was only a sand tribe female warrior with a sand armor condensed on the outside and rough skin.
Lin Haoming suddenly felt a sigh of regret about the changes in this cute girl, so when he guided the descendants of the Jingsha Tribe, he sometimes gave her more advice.
In this way, time flies, and more than a hundred years pass by, and Lin Haoming and his injuries gradually healed. However, Lin Haoming did not make any news of leaving immediately, but continued to wait.
As early as when he stayed in the Jingsha Tribe, Lin Haoming knew that the nearby Mingsha Tribe would hold a trading conference for the surrounding tribes every hundred years, and the Jingsha Tribe would naturally go every hundred years. At the last conference, Lin Haoming had only been to the Jingsha Tribe for more than ten years. Now, the trading conference will be held again in a few years, so Lin Haoming naturally planned to wait for this time.
After his injury was healed, Lin Haoming devoted himself to the accumulation of mana and his understanding of the laws, and time seemed to have passed slowly.
With more than a year left before the conference, Lin Haoming was influenced by the sound of drums and whine from outside while meditating.
When Lin Haoming simply finished meditation and followed the sound, in the open space by the lake where he was entertained, Tiye killed the clan leader and personally led the entire clan to hold a funeral.
Lin Haoming saw from a distance that there was a person lying on a pile of firewood. It wasn’t who Tie Falie back then? It’s just that Tie Falie has no longer had a trace of vitality now.
In front of Tiefalie, the girl who was now becoming more mature, knelt in front of her grandfather, with no tears in her eyes, only silent sadness.
"Tie Falie is dead. This elder who has been doing business abroad for tribal prosperity has really had an accident. This is a huge loss for the entire Jingsha Tribe, and an irreparable loss.
Lin Haoming's mood has been firmly in the mirror for many years, and it is extremely difficult for him to have any more troubles. However, at this moment, Lin Haoming deliberately let go of his mood and let himself feel this pain. With this feeling, Lin Haoming walked into the crowd and walked step by step towards the pile of firewood carrying iron and fiery fiery.
"Fellow Daoist Long Xun, why are you here?" Ti Yesha looked at Lin Haoming's appearance and asked at this time.
"Who did it?" Lin Haoming did not answer, but looked at Liema and asked.
"It's the Green Sand Tribe!" Liema said gritting his teeth.
"Lvsha Tribe, Greensha Tribe is not me, we have a good relationship, how could we take action against Tiefalie?" Lin Haoming said in confusion.
Chapter completed!