Beseech The Devil

    They are afraid of death, they fear like the heart will break open, so they dare not in the back of the tribe, I would like to choose the middle, but the middle of the crowd, are some lost relatives of Crassus children, so that they can only choose to close to the patriarch, in front of the tribal crowd, because they feel that here is safe, Because they feel that everything has patriarch in front of the Guardian.

    But now, they see the patriarch crisis, but this crisis as long as they do not come out of this man-totem light, temporarily will not hurt. [BSP; In this critical moment, the most front of the more than 10 young people, there is a person, he complexion pale, body trembling, fragile body like to be this fear, but his both eyes, now is the first time there is madness, appeared bloodshot.

    "I have been alive for half of my life, I have to eat and die, I have not made a little contribution to the Horde, but I have wasted so much food. I know that many tribesmen look down on me. I know that even Lasu thinks that I am a waste. ……

    I am indeed a waste, I don't have a Barbarian Body, I am lazy, I don't have a strong body, I have no use…The only thing I have is the glory that Abba used for death when he hunted the beast for the Horde…

    Today, I want to tell all tribesmen that I am a waste, but I am also a tribe's tribesmen! ! ! ”The young man was red-eyed, rushing out of the spurt, went straight to Patriarch, and used his flesh and blood to build a wall of life for Patriarch's life and death!

    With a bang, the young man’s body, in the retreat of Patriarch, was intertwined with him, but in an instant, he was pierced by a roaring arrow, and the whole person burst open. Direct death.

    "Abba…Your Rasu, not a waste…"The young man smirked before he died.

    It was almost the moment when the young man rushed out of death. His companions, the more than a dozen young people all squatted, rushed out insanely. They used life to repay the tribe’s upbringing and use life to meet the dye again. The glory of the dust.

    "We are waste, but we are also a member of the tribe!!"Those more than 10 young Roar rushed out, with their fragile body, with their blood, for their tribe's patriarch, for their tribesmen, formed the gully of flesh and Blood, the voice of rumbled constantly, the pursuit of black Mountain tribe two people, They apparently did not expect Wushan tribe ordinary tribesmen, unexpectedly can rush out at this time, but these two people's eyes is showing contempt and disdain, in their eyes, this group of ordinary tribesmen, fragile vulnerable.

    In that rumbled, these dozens of people were full of flesh and blood, and they were all fragmented, but they still used life, with their will, death also blocked, and more people, with the body hugged the HeiShan the big man, even if The body was broken by the shock, but the teeth were biting.

    It’s fierce. The magnitude of this tragic battle has reached a very high level. The will of these more than a dozen young people has shaken the two men chased by Black Mountain Tribe. They did not expect that these ordinary Wushan tribesmen are so crazy. With persistence, they will delay the pursuit of their footsteps.

    The time of the two moments is very short. The price is the life of the young people. But the two interest rates are in exchange for the transition of the life and death crisis of Wushan Patriarch. In that sorrow, Wushan Patriarch returns to the light of Man-Totem, his heart. It’s like a knife, but he knows that he can’t die, not for himself, but for the tribe.

    He looked at the corpse in front of him and looked at the group of people who had made him very helpless and even disgusted. He looked at these familiar faces and was now bloody, Wushan Patriarch, a 40-year-old tower-like man. Cried.

    Behind him, more tribesmen, weeping, the more than a dozen young people, telling everyone with their lives that they are members of the tribe, even though they are waste, they can also die for the tribe!

    Su Ming bit his lip, and the big man in front of him bombarded again and again. His whole body of 243 blood veins has been condensed into one, and in that constant low-lying, he is strangled with this big man.

    He is good at speed, and the big man is power. Like Ye Wang, this battle, even in this battlefield, is extremely conspicuous. Lei Chen saw it, Wu La saw it, and many tribesmen saw it.

    The little girl in the tribesmen group, tears, watching Su Ming, she was scared.

    At this moment, a sound of shakes the heavens came from a distance, but saw the black fog figure of the Black Mountain Tribe Man-Elder Bi Tu Heretic-Barbarian Skill that fought against grandfather, suddenly collapsed and turned into a Countless Black Aura revolved around, and grandfather took an unspeakable momentum and marched toward the tribal crowd in a big stride.

    Grandfather, back! !

    His speed, the whole person like in Sky forward out of three steps, first step down, grandfather impressively stand in Su Ming's side, in that Heishan coarse hemp clothes of the Han aghast, grandfather a pointing at the person's eyebrows, this Han body A shiver, squirting blood back in, the eyebrows appeared a deep blood hole, its look bleak, straight down, the death.

    Grandfather did not stop, and walked out of Second Step, the Second Step, he appeared in the forefront, the black man who fought with Nansong, with a sharp right hand wave, the man immediately shocked and crashed.

    A Heaven-shaking Earth-shattering momentum, filled with grandfather's body, killing people step by step, the figure, let all the Black Mountain Tribe tribesmen around, one by one to show fear, have to retreat.

    Su Ming The excitement, not only he, all the Wushan tribesmen, now all are excited hissing up, but see grandfather at the moment, took the third step, this third step, it is stepping to that block in front of the giant wooden fence, One foot down, that fence bang, fragmented, into countless fragments is about to spread, but in grandfather big sleeves a fling, these fragments like arrows, shuttle Wushan tribe tribesmen side, straight to those retreat black Moun Tain Tribe man Cultivator.

    For a moment, the voice of screams whirls.

    Three steps down, grandfather's complexion became morbidly rosy, but quickly dissipated, and he turned back to the open mouth.

    "Don't stay, go!!"

    With his words, those in the Black Mountain Tribe were so many and injured that they could not stop. The people of Wushan Tribe, under the leadership of the Patriarch, moved quickly toward the front, leaning against the big tree and staying in the middle of the tree. The extreme Liu Di was also picked up and left.

    Soon, the battlefield before this, there was silence, only the body and blood of the land, for a long time.

    Su Ming was in the crowd, full of blood, walking fast and silently. The little girl who was held by the tribesmen next to him, no longer crying at the moment, but within the ignorant eyes, he was strong.

    She is still young, she doesn't know much about things, but she seems to grow up this night.

    The moonlight spilled on the earth, like the Wushan tribesmen, which had no home, illuminating the road ahead, leaving them no longer confused and no longer helpless.

    "Patriarch, Man-Elder…Let's leave a few old men, don't let tribesmen take care of us, affecting the speed of migration…"

    During the migration, suddenly there was an old voice with a cough from the crowd. It was an ordinary old man of the tribe. He was very old and couldn’t keep up with the tribal team. When he wanted to come, he could help The speed of the tribesmen is not as good as it is left.

    "Let the young tribesmen go, I will stay…In fact, we should have chosen to stay in the tribe…Eh…Another old man stopped his steps.

    Soon, almost all the old people in this tribe, after a moment of silence, walked out of the crowd one by one, about forty people, they stubbornly chose to stay, their residual life could not help the tribe But they can't let themselves delay the progress of the tribe.

    "you guys……"Wushan Patriarch glanced, closing his eyes, but he quickly opened and bowed deeply toward the old people of the tribe.

    "Let's go."We are tired…"The old men waved to the tribe's tribesmen with a smile. Their loved ones were in the crowd, tears shed, but could not be stopped. Some young tribesmen also chose to stay, but they were not allowed.

    "Man-Elder, is there a kind of old guy we can use, and it will tell us like a young man with a flesh and blood wounding."Among those old people, one person came out with a smile and looked at grandfather.

    Grandfather silent for a moment, stepped forward, put a thing in the old man's hand, slammed his shoulder, he knew that at this moment is not weak, more tribesmen, need a quick migration, he fiercely turned .

    "The remaining tribesmen, continue to migrate!"

    In the silent tears and frequent times, the old people looked at the tribesmen and they showed a kind smile. They sat down with each other breathlessly and talked about their youthful past. In this month and night, they seemed to talk about the past. Brilliance.

    The crowd, because there is no such old man, the speed of migration is much faster…

    After a long time, when the day was bright, behind the Wushan Tribe crowd, the Wushan Tribe was getting farther and farther, and under the faint moonlight, it was broken and became a ruin.

    It seems that there is no trace of vitality. In the years, it will turn into wreckage. Gradually, there may be some vegetation growing. It will slowly be re-formed as part of the jungle, making all the beauty and memories of existence. Will be hard to find.

    At this moment, there is a wind blowing, such as a whimper, a snow that rolls on the ground, sweeping over the earth, and scrolling through the many impurities scattered before the tribesmen leave, moving on the ground, making a rustling sound. There is a bleak.

    Among the impurities, there are children's toys, some of the tribesmen's beast skin, the extinguished fire, some scattered medicinal herbs, and a lot of pots and broken beast skin accounts.

    In addition to the wind, the ruins of this tribe were silent, but one of the collapsed beast skin accounts was moved at this moment, a round fluffy little beast, showing the head from the leather tent. This little beast is very cute, its hair should be white, but it is gray and sudden, its booth eyes are scared, and quickly run out of the leather tent, in the snow, shivering.

    A sound of hissing came out of its mouth, as if calling its Master, its name, Pippi, the little girl's pet.

    However, this hissing, its Master can't hear…It stayed alone in the ruins of this tribe, but was always reluctant to leave the collapsed leather tent too far, because there is its home.

    In hissing, this little beast slowly retreats, seemingly unable to withstand the cold, to return to the leather tent, but at this moment, the footsteps came from outside, but from the broken door of the tribe, More than a dozen people have come.

    The leader is a strong big man, but his look is very gloomy. If Su Ming is here, you can recognize this person, that is the Patriarch of the Black Mountain Tribe.

    Behind him was an equally gloomy boy. The teenager licked his lips and looked around, revealing a cruel smile. He, Bi Su!

    "Going fast! To catch up, grandfather should be coming soon, this time, Wushan Tribe, except for women, one does not stay! ”The Black Mountain Tribe Patriarch slowly went to the open mouth and walked out of the ruins.

    Bi Su took back the look of the surrounding, turned and was about to follow away, but suddenly his eyes flash, saw the little beast that shivered and shook, the mouth slightly smiled, and the right hand raised to the little beast.

    Immediately, the little beast trembled, and the eyes fell down. A breath of azure emerged from his body, and Bi Su caught it in his hand and placed it in his eyebrows. After a moment, his eyes were cruel.

    "It's called Pippi…I miss your Master very much, then I will send her to reunite with you. ”

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