Rumble~

The wheels rolled, and the snails pulled the green vine and wooden cart, slowly accelerating. Gradually, the towering trees on both sides of the road, the blooming wild flowers and the dense green grass, ran back quickly. The distant skyline covered the dust of the sky, gradually became hazy, and if you didn't look carefully, you could no longer notice the evil aura that soared into the sky.

"Escape from danger! Shh..."

The men and women of the Ming tribe had blood on their tight cheeks. The careful women began to take out fish bone needles and gently picked the burrs in their palms for their men.

No one is truly not afraid of death. His pale lips, flustered eyes, and white and ischemia joints all betrayed the inner panic of all warriors. Death follows like a shadow. Heaven and man are separated forever, and they will eventually meet unexpectedly.

No one likes to entrust life to endless darkness, and the unknown fear is a distant and eternal nirvana.

Even the old and immortal old patriarch Xuanyuan pretended to be calm. Everyone avoided Mr. Xuanyuan from afar. He was smelly and must have lost some dirty things in his body inadvertently.

Only by fear of death can one live for a long time. No one can survive the polishing of time.

The old patriarch Xuanyuan endured the warriors of his generation to death, and he had achieved his true results. Every battle beast, the most plump breast, was left for the respected old patriarch to enjoy. The old man had a bad teeth. Over time, the qualification to eat this breast became a symbol of noble status.

A small Ming tribe, a trend led by big figures. This is fashion, and it is also the dignity and dignity of the nobles.

Even a curious and greedy girl secretly tasted her breasts. She was reported by others. The girl was also miserable, not beautiful and had a physical condition. So the old patriarch respected the opinions of the tribe members.

He pulled the girl out of the green vine wooden carriage with one stick... and buried in the belly of the battle beast.

This is obviously a tragedy, but the tragedy has never disappeared.

The old patriarch Xuanyuan felt a disgusting look. When he looked back, his dim eyes were frozen on the face of a woman covering her nose. The woman pretended to wipe the fine sweat from her nose, and put her hands together and rubbed her neck.

However, the old patriarch Xuanyuan did not rub the sand in his eyes.

"My wife of the Xu family, I just heard that you grabbed Mr. Feng's hair and threw her out of the carriage?"

"Ah..., no, no, no..."

The wife of the Xu family was immediately frightened and her face suddenly turned pale. The cold air visible to the naked eye filled her whole body. In the carriage, both men and women, they squeezed to the side with fear of avoiding it. The largest open space could be vacant, and the woman sat alone on the ground.

"Old Xu..."

The Xu family woman called her only life-saving straw in despair. She was a burly man with a beard. Her man, a Xu family warrior from the Xu family and the only Xu family warrior in the Ming tribe.

Xu Dazhuang's face showed disgust, twisted his son's head with one hand to face him. Then he raised his leg and kicked his woman out of the Qingviao Wooden Carriage.

If Tang Chen was not in a coma at this time, he would have observed accurately and found the feeling of unbearance in his eyes, as well as the fleeting helplessness and fear.

"It's not just me..."

The Xu family's women howled shrillly, disappearing rapidly in the rolling smoke and dust.

The old patriarch Xuanyuan's face suddenly gathered together, thrust hard and slowly spread out. This time it bloomed, revealing the tender white gullies in the wrinkles, like the dark patterns of white tigers.

Majestic and hideous and terrifying. A faint smile appeared in a flash. No one understood the deep meaning of it, and it was terrifying to think about it carefully.

In the horror atmosphere brought by power, the women involved in persecuting Mr. Wu were trembling. The women of Zhu You family, mother-in-law, daughter-in-law and sister-in-law, sat down together with each other.

Under the animal skin robe, liquid flowed out, following the small holes in the green vine and wooden carriage board, dripping... between the ruts, a faint trace was left.

The old patriarch Xuanyuan was well versed in power and had a very good grasp of his position. He seemed to have never heard of it. He didn't even look at the other women, his old head and a few strands of remaining silver hair, jumping like a white flowing flame on his head, burning silently.

It seems to be taking a nap, but it seems to be brewing some big move.

Everyone was ashamed of war beasts, and they were exhausted and secretly pondering the sanction of the old patriarch Xuanyuan.

The atmosphere in the carriage was lifeless and extremely depressing.

"Sir Little Princess Little is tired, his speed has slowed down."

Some people were as careful as they were, and soon realized a big problem.

More people, based on this conclusion, stretched their necks and looked into the skyline in the distance. There was still dust and their eyes were vicious, and they even saw war beasts in the air, waving their wings.

"The war beast is not far away from us. Maybe it will catch up soon!" Someone shouted in panic. The words were reminders to everyone, but the content was nothing more than to let the sling hear it.

"Sorry! Fifth brother, I have no strength."

The rough sound of the silhouette sounded like a muffled thunder, but without listening carefully, you could feel the sharpness inside. The silhouette is a female body, a female dragon in the shape of a lion, which could no longer be covered.

"Fifth Brother, you should rest first, take a break. Let's see if you are tired!"

The old patriarch Xuanyuan smiled diligently, and walked towards the silhouette with a hunched over.

Wu Yan raised his claws and made a stopping action. His big furry claws covered his nostrils. This time, Old Master Xuanyuan was playing big, and what was scattered was "dry goods"!

"Bang!"

The sacred pot opened its mouth and spit out a small incense burner, which rose sharply in the wind. In a blink of an eye, it became a mountain of incense burners.

A straight fragrance of heart pierced the sky.

This is the beacon that transmits signals between the sacred sword and other dragon sons.

When the beacon fire gradually became thicker, the sacred lion turned into a human form, and her delicate body was still covered with a black robe. The wide robe and big sleeves were also exhausted, and she did not even change the small tail of the sacred lion.

The golden tail, a tuft of purple-gold flame-like hair on the tip, floated back and forth a few times, driving the pink heart fragrance, radiating a few strands, and spreading through the green vine wooden carriage. The rich spiritual energy is refreshing.

The indecent smell disappears with the fragrance. A tired and nervous state of mind cannot help but relax.

Tang Chen's eyes turned, and a few heavy breaths came from his throat. Xiao Tang Yin's little eyes suddenly showed surprise. He waved his sleeves, and two crystal clear under his nostrils turned and rushed towards the earlobe.

"Sigh!" Tang Chen opened his eyes and vomited a mouthful of habitual turbid breath.

The true qi under the leadership of Yuanhun ran independently and wandered around the world with difficulty. Under the stimulation of this wisp of heart fragrance, I finally found a substantial sense of qi.

Tang Chen said in his heart that he was lucky. The little Tang Bolong's small body is not as useless as he is. Although the meridians are extremely slender, fortunately there is no blockage and accumulation. There is much less trouble.

Tang Chen quickly realized his current situation. He subconsciously looked at the skyline and his eyebrows suddenly stood up. He looked at the black robe and cloak, and his delicate and pretty face with a pale corner of his face, and his eyes became sinister.

"Is it a dead end?"
Chapter completed!