Seeing that Yuan Gangguang was screaming endlessly, Gongliang had to use his trick and said, "Okay, don't call me anymore. I'll give you a yellow ant egg to eat?"

"You kicked my ass and needed ten yellow ant eggs."

Who is Yuan Genggu? It is smart! A yellow ant egg wants to kill it, but there is no way.

"Those two can't be more." Gongliang felt that he was in a disadvantage, so he added another one.

"Ten, ten, or I'll bite you." After Yuan Genggangu said that, he pretended to behave and grinned and wanted to bite Gongliang.

Gongliang was too lazy to continue paying attention to this guy, so he said, "Three, at most three, or it would be gone." After that, he let go of the round rolling roll, not afraid of it coming to bite.

Yuan Genggan saw that the yellow ant eggs in his hand seemed to be flying away. With the mentality of eating one, he quickly agreed to Gongliang's conditions. Then, he took the yellow ant eggs given by Gongliang and sat on the grass and ate it on his own. At this time, it would not think of his good friend's chicken or something, and he couldn't eat enough of anything by himself.

Migu and Xiaoji saw Yuangu and had something to eat, and both ran over.

Gongliang had to give them one of them, and they involved food. If there were some and some weren't, these guys would be terrible.

Yuan Genggu saw that they had something to eat, and then looked at the yellow ant eggs in his hand, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he thought a little proudly that I had two more than them.

After eating, I remembered that I had just rolled down from the hillside, which seemed quite fun. The foolish guy twisted his butt and crawled up. His heartless look made Gongliang have nothing to say.

At this time, the man still held a knife in front of the old man, but he was no longer as alert as before.

Gongliang sorted out his clothes, came to the front of the two, and asked respectfully: "You two have met you, Gongliang from Yan's tribe. I wonder how to go to the temple? I came from Xuanji tribe and was lost when I walked. Please give me some advice."

"Yan Division, which Yan Division?"

Hearing Gongliang's words, the old man pushed away the man blocking him and asked.

"Zudi Yan tribe."

"What is the proof?" the old man said seriously.

Gongliang pulled open his clothes and exposed the flame pattern on his right chest. On it, a head of Yazi looked at him with anger, murderous aura, lifelike, and daunting.

The man looked at Yanwen, his eyes just met Yazi's bloody eyes, and his mind was immediately captured. Suddenly, he found himself in a sea of ​​blood. The Yazi he had just seen slowly walked from the depths of the sea of ​​blood, with blood-colored flames swirling around his body. The breath spewed out of his nose cleaned up the space like ripples of water; while the movement was moving, the sea of ​​blood was swept wildly; the pair of copper bell giant eyes, with murderous aura, as if they were about to destroy all living beings in the world.

For a moment, a feeling of powerlessness surged into my heart.

The old man saw the sweat beads on his forehead falling colorfully like rain. He felt badly standing, so he hurriedly shouted: "So calm down, concentrate."

The man who felt that he was about to be eaten by an ancient tyrant suddenly heard a sound of thunder coming from his ears, and his body suddenly shook and woke up.

At this time, he realized that he was still in the forest. He remembered the terrifying scene just now. He quickly listened to the old man's words and calmed down.

After a while, I drove away the picture just now, but I never dared to look at the Yazi Yan pattern on Gongliang's chest again.

Perhaps the scene just now was too terrible, or perhaps it was a mental effect. Although he didn't look at the Yazi flame pattern, he felt that Yazi was looking at him all the time. He felt that he could be swallowed by it at any time, and he became flustered for a moment.

Seeing him like this, the old man shook his head in disappointment.

Not to mention witches, even the leader of the tribe may not be able to do this. He may have overestimated him.

"Young man, put on your clothes!"

Gongliang put on his clothes as he said, and to be honest, it felt strange to reveal his chest.

"It seems that your beast pattern has drunk a lot of the essence and blood of high-level wild beasts. Although you don't have a beast soul yet, you already have a trace of soul power. I believe that it will soon be able to breed a innate beast soul, so there is no need to catch the beast soul and seal it in." The old man said with a smile.

Gongliang didn't understand and asked quickly: "Old man, what are you talking about?"

"This is your Da Yan inheritance. I'd better not say it. You will know when you go to Da Yan. Since you come from the ancestral land, please come to our department to sit in, so that my Yingmin Department can enjoy the friendship of the landlords."

Without waiting for Gongliang to refuse, the old man took Gongliang's hand and walked forward.

Rice Valley and Chicken followed.

I just climbed up the hillside and wanted to roll down Yuan Gengganu saw them leaving, but I didn’t care whether it was fun or not, so I hurriedly chased after them.

The green grass is not far ahead, and it is a hard and solid road. It is obviously tamped with great force. There are no grass growing on it and it is very flat. There are huge trees on the side of the road, which are obviously treated. There are no extra branches on the tall trees covering the road surface. The sunlight shines down from above in a simple way, making people feel warm.

If you don’t walk far, it’s a small stream.

The fields on the bank of the stream are planted with green plants in a row, just like rice fields that Gong Liang had seen in his previous life.

After observing for a while, Gongliang didn't find what was planted on it, but some plants had a little golden yellow on their tails, and they thought they were about to mature.

At the hill not far from the bank of the stream are scattered wooden houses, which are almost the same as those that Gongliang had seen in a poor countryside in his previous life. The scene in front of him gave him the illusion of returning to a civilized society. In the past, it was a very primitive primitive society. Even in the Qingsang tribe, he did not have such a strong feeling.

Gongliang looked around, then walked to the edge of the field, and picked up a spike of something like a dog's tail on the plant.

After studying it, I felt that the plant looks a bit like a rice, but the ears are not similar, and the seeds are not that big, smaller than mung beans, so I don’t know what it is.

He couldn't help but ask the old man curiously: "Old man, what are you planted in this field?"

"Size."

"Size?" Gongliang thought for a while, and it seemed that he had never heard of this variety.

The old man didn't explain, and took him on his way forward.

Walking through the wooden bridge across the stream and entering the tribe, I saw the old people gathered together to bask in the sun. Some women from the tribe gathered beside me to sew clothes, and a group of children gathered together to play. Gongliang saw this scene and felt like he had entered the Peach Blossom Land described by Tao Yuanming.

When people in the tribe saw the old man, they all stepped forward to say hello.

Some naughty children saw the guests coming from the tribe and came to see Qiqi.

When I saw the round rolling, I seemed very curious about this strange beast I had never seen before, and pointed and pointed.

"Hmph," Yuan Genggu ignored these little kids? He saw it raised his head and chest up, proudly lifting his chin and walking forward.

Its good friend Xiaoji also learns it well.

Migu sat around his father's neck, wrapped his feet around his neck, held his head with both hands, opened his eyes wide, and looked at the things around him curiously.

Through the crowd, the old man took Gongliang and others to the largest wooden house in the tribe.
Chapter completed!