Open the box, and there was a bright night pearl lying quietly inside, the size of a fist.
It was twice as big as the one Ling Xiaohan once gave her. It can be seen that this bead is definitely not an ordinary thing.
"I can't ask!" Nan Liyou closed the box and stuffed it to the old chief.
The old chief was a little excited and a little unhappy, and he put a large area on another piece.
"The chief said he didn't give you anything decent. This bead was passed down from his ancestors. I hope you can accept it. If you have the chance, I hope you can come here again to bring more outside to the people of the Yuyou tribe.
Knowledge. If possible, I hope you can bring some more of the wine!” Sok explained.
Hearing that, Nan Liyou couldn't help laughing, no longer refused, and said to the old chief seriously: "Don't worry! If you have the chance, I will definitely bring you delicious wine and food, as well as calligraphy and ink paintings, and come here to share with you.
Talk without stopping!”
In fact, when chatting with this group of people, although there were language communication disorders, she felt full of heart when she saw the smiles on everyone's faces.
The people here have simple personalities and kind hearts. They say whatever they have and will not hide anything.
He is very friendly to his brothers and sisters, and when he treats his enemies, he is united and mutually opposed to each other.
Although such a tribe is backward and barren, this is the real human sex.
After bidding farewell to the old chief and the members of the Cyrgyo tribe who came to see him off, Sok kept sending Nan Liyou to the foggy forest and the white fragrant flowers he encountered when he first came in, and then went back, she said
, It is this place where the people of the Chouyou tribe are prevented from contacting each other with the outside world.
Fearing that the fragrance of the sky was coming out, Nan Liyou had already taken the antidote given to her by Sok and walked out of the Wang Miwu Forest. After an hour, she had left the scope of the Yuyou Tribe.
"Zhu Xie, you have been pretending for so long, don't you feel tired?" Nan Liyou stood on a wooden stick in one hand and carefully stepped on the mossy stone on the ground.
"Oh, master, you know this!" The Zhu Xie Sword buzzed and shook from her waist.
Nan Liyou was speechless. At the critical moment, this guy actually hid, "When Miaojiang is out, let's see how I deal with you!"
"Don't...don't! I'm wrong, it's okay!" Zhu Xie Jian was so scared that he was shocked and curled his lips: "Master, isn't there anything wrong with you? It's going to happen, Zhu Xie I'll have already been born with a sword across the sword long ago
, the opponent will kill all those who hurt you!"
"Waiting for you to kill? At that time, I will probably become a dead soul!" Nan Liyou said angrily.
"Master, you are a god. Although you have not returned to your position, most people cannot hurt you! Besides, you want to burn you to death with that pile of fire? It's so funny. You are the ancestor of Suzaku!
!” Zhu Xie Jian kept talking, saying in a very clear way.
After he said this, Nan Liyou thought carefully and said that the truth was indeed the case, but in the end he was not stunned by the so-called fragrant flowers.
"Oh, Master, why are you worried about these things? As the saying goes, people make mistakes, horses make mistakes! What's more, the fragrance is really weird. I don't want to save you! But I was also confused at that time!"
Zhu Xie Jian muttered in a novel.
In fact, he was ashamed. As a standing fighting weapon to protect the master, he was fainted in the end. It is conceivable how ashamed he was.