By 11 they had already run back to put out the fire.
Long Ao tried several times to run in, but was stopped by more than a dozen people.
Shiyi knew what Long Ao was feeling distressed about, and hurriedly persuaded him: "Young Master, the Hu family has very powerful craftsmanship now, and Miss Ling'er loves you so much, if you tell her that the clothes are burned, she will definitely make them for you again.
"
Long Ao's anxious heart was immediately soothed by Eleven.
"What did you just say?" He looked back at Eleven who was hugging his waist and asked.
"I said Miss Ling'er will definitely make new ones for you."
"What did you say before this sentence?"
"Before this sentence?" Eleven thought hard. Just now he blurted it out in a moment of impatience. Unexpectedly, the young master became serious.
"Oh, I remembered it!" Eleven said quickly: "As I said, Miss Ling'er dotes on you so much."
Although he really wanted to hear what Eleven said, Long Ao felt a little embarrassed after Eleven actually said it, "Nonsense, she is younger than me, and I just love her."
After saying that, he glared at Eleven, and then looked at his hand holding his waist.
Eleven understood immediately, immediately let go of her hand, and said with a smile: "Young Master is right, we all see your doting on Miss Ling'er, and we will send whatever good things we get to that side."
After hearing this, Long Ao raised his eyelids and looked at Eleven. Eleven quickly said: "But Miss Ling'er dotes on the young master, so we can see it clearly. Although Miss Ling'er is young, she is attentive and kind. Every time
When we sent the supplies there, Miss Ling'er didn't even let us come back empty-handed. Young Master, aren't the clothes you are wearing now the ones we brought back from the Fanshan tribe?"
Long Ao felt comfortable after hearing what Eleven said. Looking at the fire in front of him, he didn't feel so aggrieved anymore.
Shiyi is right. Whatever he wants, he can go back to Fanshan tribe and ask Ling'er for it. Ling'er won't refuse anyway.
"Ah sneeze!"
In the Fanshan tribe, Hu Ling'er, who was organizing everyone to cut beets and make syrup, sneezed inexplicably. Lu Yunxia saw her and quickly put a cloak on her and complained: "I told you that the weather is a bit cold today.
, I told you to wear more clothes, but you just didn’t listen.”
Hu Ling'er liked to listen to Lu Yunxia nagging her the most. When she heard what she said, Hu Ling'er immediately smiled and said to Lu Yunxia: "I know my mother has prepared it for me, so I don't wear any clothes. Besides, I'm not cold.
, I guess someone thought, first thought, second curse, you see I only sneezed once, you must be missing me."
Lu Yunxia knew that Hu Ling'er was full of crooked ideas, but seeing the smile on her face, Lu Yunxia couldn't get angry, so she could only pinch her cheeks and let her go.
…
Long Ao watched the fire slowly get smaller and returned to the place where he had just fought with the Feng clan.
When he arrived, the place was empty.
His subordinates reported that Feng Luo had just died in front of Long Shi. Before he died, he begged Long Shi to release his people and ensure that the Feng people would never step into the Namu tribe again. Long Shi agreed.
Feng Xin and Feng Yu persisted until they took Feng Luo's body away. Their Feng clan had the ability to resurrect from the ashes. Although they did not succeed every time, they wanted their sister to give it a try, and Long Shi finally agreed.
According to them, the young master Long Xing left with the Feng clan. When Long Xing saw his mother dead, he seemed to have fallen into a state of madness and kept talking while holding Feng Luo's body. Although he set the fire, Long Xing
After all, Shi was reluctant to kill him and could only let him leave with Feng Xin and the others.
Long Ao sighed, turned around and walked towards Long Shi's residence.
After Feng Luo was injured, Long Ao saw reluctance and regret in Long Shi's eyes. This male's love for the warm goddess finally lost to Feng Luo's companionship for more than ten years.
In other words, when Long Shi accepted Feng Luo as Nuan Nuan's substitute, he was no longer the Long Shi who only liked Nuan Nuan. The substitute was fake. If he really liked it, how could he accept a false image?
In order not to embarrass Long Shi, or in other words, in order not to make the situation embarrassing, Long Ao would not stay so long after returning to his own yard. Anyway, the Feng clan had already been defeated, and his presence or absence would not affect the final result.
.
The moment Long Shi saw Long Ao, a rare look of guilt appeared on his face.
Everyone knew in their hearts that the Feng clan who came this time were their leaders. Killing Feng Xin and others from the Namu clan would truly solve their worries. After letting them go back, no one could guarantee what would happen in the future.
"Ao'er, I just..." Long Ao's lips moved a few times before finally explaining.
Long Ao waved his hand, "Father, you don't need to explain to me. You are the leader of the tribe and have the final decision-making power."
"You still blame me!" Long Shi asked tentatively.
"Son, I don't dare." Long Ao lowered his head and replied.
Seeing Long Ao's appearance, Long Shi shook his head helplessly.
"Father is old. Your brothers are dead, gone, and missing. The Namu tribe will still be in your hands in the future."
Long Ao did not raise his head, but still said respectfully: "Father, don't worry."
"Speaking of which, this is also your mother's hard work. After going round and round, it finally returned to your hands. This may be destiny."
Long Ao didn't speak, and Long Shi waved his hand tiredly: "You're tired too, go down and rest."
…
After this time, the Namu tribe renovated their houses and built fences. All the orcs who escaped during the battle were demoted to lower-level orcs, while those lower-level orcs who had been involved in putting out fires and fighting were promoted to upper-level orcs.
The originally pampered orcs were suddenly driven to the residence of lower-class orcs, and all of them complained and cursed.
But the neighbors quickly taught them to be inferior beasts. Anyone who spoke rudely to Young Master Long Ao would have their tongues pulled out. Anyone who dared to complain and resist would have their legs broken and sent to do hard labor.
After several attempts, these originally high-class orcs finally became honest. They lost their sense of superiority and mingled among the lower-class orcs, unable to look like their original self at all.
In fact, because they work slowly and are often beaten, they now look more like low-class orcs than the original low-class orcs.
After such a large-scale deployment, Long Ao finally established a firm foothold in the tribe.
All the leaders were replaced by his own men, and the elite troops he had originally maintained were dispersed by him, and some were selected specifically to protect Long Shi.
What Feng Luo had worked hard for more than ten years was shattered overnight, and Long Ao became the real leader of the Namu tribe. This chapter has been completed!
