Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

I saw this look on my friend.

Qingrong didn't know what to say. The leader of the Wuma clan had given an order that he could talk to his son about trivial matters in life, but he couldn't mention any matters involving the clan.

It is said that this will be beneficial to Ji Hai's recovery.

However, after so many visits, he felt that Ji Hai's emotional and mental state had been quite stable, not as serious as the clan leader had made public.

So last visit.

Qingrong made an exception and revealed some news.

For him, even though his future is no longer tied to Ji Hai, deep down in his heart he still vaguely hopes that his friend can return to his past state, or at least return to a normal life as soon as possible.

At that time,

Indeed, as Qingrong joked, Ji Hai was one of the most handsome men in the Baimei clan.

But what really attracted people's attention was him.

Still that miraculous talent for taming animals,

It can be said that he is not inferior to today's Wu Mian at all.

Although the combat strength is a bit inferior,

But with Ji Hai's status advantage, no one doubts that he will not be the new master of the Baimei clan in the future.

But all this.

They were all interrupted by his sudden illness - as soon as the other party came back from South Union City, signs appeared, and he has been locked here since then.

It happened suddenly.

Is it a genetic disease or a serious illness?

No one else, including Qingrong, knew more details.

"Ji Hai, do you remember Nan..." Qingrong paused, and was about to ask the question he had been thinking about for a long time, quietly.

He froze.

Opposite him, white foam suddenly overflowed from the corner of Ji Hai's mouth, dripping onto the ground. His body was also shaking uncontrollably, but because his joints and torso were locked to the copper pillars, the amplitude was only imperceptible.

Qingrong rushed forward quickly.

Hold your friend's face.

I saw that Ji Hai's originally gentle expression was now extremely ferocious, not because of anger, but because of pain - every muscle on it was out of control, as if it had its own consciousness, like a tiny snake twisting crazily.

The young man gritted his teeth.

It's like being able to bite them all into pieces.

Qingrong was startled. While grabbing his friend's chin to prevent him from biting off his tongue, he quickly turned around and shouted: "Come here! Call the doctor..."

The curtain had to be opened with a bang.

But it was a middle-aged herdsman woman who came.

"Ouch." Nanny Li was quick with her hands and feet, but she didn't panic. She took out a wet towel and stuffed it into Ji Hai's open mouth. She hugged his head and comforted him softly: "It's okay, it's okay... "

She turned to look at Qingrong: "The young patriarch is sick again. He will be fine in a while. I will take care of him. You can go back first."

Qingrong slowly stood up.

A trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

Aunt Li is undoubtedly more experienced in dealing with such things. He will not be of much use if he stays here, not to mention that there are many chores in the tribe that need him to handle.

"Ji Hai, I'll come see you next time."

Regardless of whether his sick friend could hear his farewell, after Qingrong finished speaking, he lowered his head and turned to leave.

He didn't see it either.

Ji Hai, who originally had a ferocious face and bloodshot eyes, suddenly raised his head and stared at him at the last moment when he left.

There was a hint of relief in his eyes.

and apologetic.

After a long time, Ji Hai's body gradually calmed down. Nanny Li took off the towel from his mouth and prepared to go out to fetch water.

Inside the cramped tent.

Except for the sound of the young man's heavy breathing.

Silence returned again.

"squeak!"

Suddenly, a small bag arched up from the ground, and a pair of bright lights and slender beards poked out from under the blanket.

It's a prairie gopher.

"Shh... be quiet." Ji Hai said weakly, his voice was tired and weak, "What's your number? Judging from the color of your coat, you look like Xiao Qi, but the birthmark is similar to that of No. 2... Forget it, they're all the same."

The smooth-haired gopher couldn't understand what he was talking about, so he just spun around in circles twice.

However from the cheek pouch.

Vomit a wad.

If you look at them separately, you can see the bitten clothes of various colors. Judging from the texture and color of the materials, they belong to different tribes.

Ji Hai opened his eyes,

Discerning carefully in the dark.

Since the last visit, my father has become more and more vigilant, but Qingrong is still as unaware as ever...

He sighed.

Then, his eyes suddenly became sharp.

It was a crumb.

But it is not the cloth or leather commonly worn by Shandi herdsmen, but gorgeous and exquisite silk.

That pattern inlaid with gold threads...

Merchant Guild.

An unknown fire surged into his heart, and Ji Hai immediately clenched his fists, but then, endless fatigue and weakness overwhelmed him, and the young man almost fainted.

illness on him.

It is indeed not fake.

It was not a mental illness as Wuma claimed, but the severity was no less serious - Ji Hai could clearly feel that his body was deteriorating.

Maybe, it won't be long.

Even if he doesn't have to tie himself up with this copper pillar, he can't go anywhere.

I don't know if it's due to my condition.

In these years, he could only communicate with animals in the dark. His ability to train animals, which was already outstanding, has become more and more proficient recently.

"But what's the use?"

He whispered to himself softly, like a whisper.

Just like he couldn't leave here, the White Eyebrow Clan couldn't leave the Merchant Guild now; on the contrary, Ji Hai was like a useless person now, and the tribe could survive the beast disaster smoothly without his help.

Even his appearance.

It might bring disaster to the White Eyebrow Clan.

It was related to the Bloody Rebellion.

This was absolutely intolerable to the United City.

Not to mention cutting off the assistance of the Merchant Guild, it might also cause a large army to attack...

It was precisely for this reason.

Ji Hai acquiesced to his father's handling to a certain extent, and at the same time did not tell his friend Qing Rong the truth - it must not be leaked.

However...

"United City, Merchant Guild, Long En..." Ji Hai gritted his teeth, "They actually attributed the destruction of Ai Mine Town to the Bloody Rebellion."

If Ji Hai was not from the Shandi tribe.

And happened to have the talent for taming beasts.

He really couldn't find out the truth.

- That might be a good thing.

He would not be dragged into this, labeled as a remnant of the Bloody Rebellion, nor would he be left with this strange disease.

…

…

"…Wolf?" The long-haired beast trainer picked up a handful of dirt from the ground.

Behind him, hired warriors lined up.

The ones following Wumian were not members of the White Eyebrow Clan, but private soldiers from the Merchant Guild.

He put the dirt in his palm and crushed it.

There were brown-red hairs inside.

With Wumian's experience.

He could tell that they had fallen not long ago.

At a time when the Beakbeast was approaching.

There were also Bone Burial Wolves active in the eastern part of the Flash Land, which had to be said to be a rare thing.