Shan He Biao Li

Hua Gu Duo held the patriarch's scepter with both hands, and even the running belt overwhelmed Nanshan with a sharp voice, yelling: "Patriarch! Patriarch!"

Xiaofang shouted at her: "Who let you come out, get back!"

When Hua Guduo came out of her mother's womb, she dared to challenge her own father. The trotting wind brought a fierce fighting spirit.

"I am twelve years old!" She announced loudly. "I am not with those little ones, I can guard the mountain."

Nanshan took the scepter, and didn't say anything, but frowned slightly at her: "Go back."

Speaking of which, Nanshan can be very patient and gentle to the children in the tribe-at least much more patient than Chu Huan, and rarely speaks loudly to them. However, the patriarch's slightly unpleasant look compared to his father's slap, which was like a fan, could always deter those cubs better.

A pair of Huaguduo's eyes on Nanshan, the three-foot-high arrogance shrank into a bean-sized Mars, and then extinguished, she carefully looked at his face, not daring to be arrogant at all, toes rubbing her toes in the original After a few moments of rubbing, he walked back in disbelief.

At this time, the mist that originally floated in the entire settlement of the Liyi tribe was driven away by something unknown, it should be artificial by some method. Those expelled Baiwuluun condensed outside the village of the tribe, forming a quadrilateral of a round place. At first glance, the village seemed to have a circle of chaotic and hazy walls.

All the children under the age of fourteen in the clan are concentrated in the patriarch's yard. A circle of adults headed by spring is guarded on the periphery, and everyone is armored.

Spring was methodical and commanded, for a time, the Liyi people were roaring, dogs were barking, birds were screaming, and horseshoes were running from not far away, and the animals were rushing back and forth tremblingly. Curled up together.

"How could it be so fast? Why did it open when the fog gate opened? Did something happen to the gatekeeper? Why didn't there be any early warning there?" Xiaofang quickly followed behind Nanshan, and the questions continued repeatedly. There seemed to be a machine gun in his mouth. Suddenly, he stepped in, as if remembering something, and shouted at Nanshan's back with a silent voice, "Well, patriarch, king?"

Nanshan strode toward the wall of the foggy city and kept on walking: "It's okay, I've sent him away."

Xiaofang didn't respond at first: "Go ... go? Where did it go? I thought he ... he would ..."

"Stay to accept the 'ceremony'?" Nanshan stopped at the border of the foggy city wall. He turned his head and silently followed his big mountain and immediately handed him a torch. The beating flames reflected in Nanshan Qingjun's calm face He paused for a while, and then said, "Chu Huan told me clearly that he will not stay, so I didn't mention him about the" ceremony "."

Xiaofang stared a pair of extra large eyes into a ball: "You ... didn't mention it?"

Nanshan narrowed his eyes and looked at the thick fog, his face looked dignified. At this time, the parting thoughts that sent Chu Huan away in the early morning had disappeared from his face. Mentioned this matter, Nanshan was even fortunate: "Fortunately he walked Happy, if it is slower, I am afraid ... "

"But how can you not mention it? Alas! Patriarch, the benefit of the" ritual "is that people on their side can't imagine it. Why didn't you tell him? If he knew, he might be willing to keep it forever Stay, you do n’t always want to ... "

Nanshan glanced at him lightly, and Xiao Fang suddenly muttered with a sudden training, and it looked no more than where his 12-year-old daughter was.

Nanshan's long hair fell from the hair band behind him, and hung on the broad and sturdy shoulders. He gently stroked the head of Chu Huan's stick with precious weight, and then slightly Close your eyes and break it again.

He took the big green gem in his hand, carefully collected it after playing for a while, and then Nanshan lit the scepter by the torch delivered by the mountain.

The patriarch's scepter did not know what the material was made of, and at the top was a blaze of bleak color, the fire was like an aurora on ice, with a chill of Yuxuan.

I saw that the light was getting stronger and stronger. Soon, it penetrated into the dense fog, and in the mist of the mist, the cold fire was like a lighthouse that torn the night, and the white mist was lightly lonely A lot.

This is probably the only thing in the entire family that can penetrate the fog lighting.

"I told him to lure him to stay and let him be like my dad?" Nanshan whispered almost silently under the silent fire.

Xiaofang was speechless.

Nanshan looked down, as if to open this page: "Don't talk about this later."

During the conversation, the horses in the clan finally ran back through the dense fog. Xiaofang looked away, and suddenly asked with some doubt: "Strange, patriarch, what is your white horse king?"

Nanshan: "I let Chu Huan ride away."

Xiaofang was taken aback: "What? Then ... how about it should come back at this time? The words are going to be closed, the passage to the river has turned away, what if it can't find it?"

"If you don't come back, don't come back." Nanshan handed the scepter that shone with fire to the mountain. "If it doesn't come back, the horse group will choose a new horse king. Which heart do you follow?"

Dashan seemed to hold up a holy flame, holding the scepter in both hands, and there were already a dozen women waiting on the side. Each of them held a human bone-these bones seemed thicker than ordinary human bones. The bone is also extraordinarily thick. The middle of the bone cavity is almost solid, and a uniform phosphorescence flashes on the surface.

Dashan put the fire on the patriarch's scepter on the bone held by each woman. One end of the bone was also lit, and a light that could also penetrate the dense fog came out, but the faint light floated on the top of the bone. Unlike fire, it looks more like an illusion.

The women inserted each bone at the edge of the White Mist Wall and solemnly honoured the bones with ancient etiquette.

In this way, all the trees, mountains and rivers in the mist have a looming shadow again.

A creepy roar came from a distance.

Nanshan: "Tell everyone that from now on, a group of ten will patrol in formation ..."

"Patriarch!" Before he finished, he was suddenly interrupted by the hoarse cry of a woman behind him, and the woman ran to him staggeringly, gasping for breath, "Patriarch, patriarch ..."

Nanshan reached out and grabbed her arm, but did not let the woman's knees soften, and kneeled directly in front of him: "What's wrong?"

The woman said to him with a cry: "Ankaraye is gone!"

"Ankaraiye" is the name of the little bald, very high-ranking Liyi, which is translated into Chinese longer than the original name, so Chu Huan didn't remember either, so he gave himself a nickname to the children Call it 'little bald head'.

Nanshan gripped the woman's arm tightly: "When is it?"

"Morning, early in the morning ..." The woman almost collapsed. At this time, the patriarch was like a backbone of her. She could only barely rely on the strength of Nanshan's hands, and several times put the tears into her eyes. Going back, she had a difficult birth. After ten years of marriage, there was only a child like a little bald head. How could she not worry?

"There is one less pig in the house, but, but the pigsty is inserted, he must have released a ride, and closed the pigsty himself ... He, he usually likes those stupid things. Play together, "the woman's nails caught in her own flesh, violently churning in her chest," Patriarch, you said where would he go? Will he already ... "

Nanshan frowned tightly, and he took the scepter that Dashan handed back: "Call some people to follow me, hurry up."

In the river, Chu Huan swallowed blood foam.

The monster has fallen down, the smelly blood water splashed on the white horse, Chu Huan raised his hand and pressed his ear, while easing his tinnitus, while observing the monster in the water at close range-this shallow river just could not pass the monster Corpse, it can never be the animal that lives here.

This monster Chu Huan hasn't seen and heard, and it's unlikely that he came from this side of the river.

Then it should come from the Liyi tribe.

Are they raised? Or did they encounter something?

And if it was launched from the Liyi tribe, does it mean that they were hit by mistake and should not be far from the other side.

Chu Huan observed that these monsters were rushing towards him against the direction of the current, so they have made the most sensible choice so far.

The **** smell in the water may attract other things, they must leave as soon as possible.

The white horse seemed to have figured out with his heart, and under the instructions of Chu Huan, he immediately spread his hooves and quickly passed through the water.

At this time, Chu Huan heard a low choke, he looked down, and the little bald head was lying on his shoulder, crying whispering, he seemed to have just reacted now, his friend had never been The way to go with him.

For the first time, the little bald head met death. He was at a loss, but he seemed to vaguely know that it was not a time when he could be mischievous. He just clung tightly to Chu Huan's shirt-people would not wear this This kind of soft and cumbersome shirt seems to be broken when pulled, but this time he is already the only one to rely on.

"Your parents don't know what to do in a hurry." Chu Huan said suddenly.

He obviously does n’t talk much in a coquettish tone, so no matter if the other party can understand or accept it, he treats the three or four-year-old boy as an adult and says to him in an equal way: "You take care of your willfulness , Have you thought about this problem? "

This time, the little bald did not laugh at his strange accent. He heard the reproach from Chu Huan's words, felt unprecedented grievances, and looked up at Chu Huan in tears.

Chu Huan suddenly pulled the reins of the horse suddenly, the white horse was caught off guard, the forefoot leaped high, and a long horse hissing was emitted. The sound of the gurgling water was suddenly amplified. they.

Chu Huan kept the horse steady, and said to the little bald head, "Did you see this? I do n’t know if it ’s a mutated crocodile, maybe it ’s running, maybe it ’s in the river-how do you judge yourself? Capable of crossing the river alone? "

The little bald choked with fright.

Chu Huan: "No crying."

This time, he did not pretend to be fierce, nor softly persuade, but just spit out three words in a dull tone, and the little bald man immediately held back his tears, and dared not say a word.

Chu Huan was lying on the horse's back, lowering his center of gravity, constantly adjusting his angle, and at the same time said in the ear of the little bald head: "Since it is something you have not yet the ability to do, why should you do it?"

The little bald man nestled in his arms and spoke softly: "King Wang ..."

Chu Huan: "No coquettishness is allowed, I ask you what-what would you do besides coquettishness?"

A monster leaped out of the water with a violent jump, and opened the blood basin to bite down at Chu Huan.

Chu Huan held the child, and the whole person had stood up right away. The spike in his hand almost became an embroidered needle with a needle and a lead, and he poked, poked, and protruded like a dragon-and then he violently The ground drew back shortly, and the white horse ran out decisively. The giant tooth of another monster passed by him, colliding with the other one.

Chu Huan wanted to cover his ears, but he had to take care of the bear child in his arms. It was too late, so he had to suffer the sonic attack duet.

He took a deep breath, skillfully diverted his attention, relieved the severe pain in his chest, and did not forget to sternly say to the little bald head: "You are not called a hero like this, it is called trouble, understand?"

At this time, the white horse had inevitably ran into the third monster head-on, the monster slammed into a bite, and Chu Huan spurred on.

The monster is connected to the cold weapon short soldiers.

"Pouting", the thorn pierced into the gap between the monster's open jaws, with a big fist and no dissatisfied teeth, and his head was instantly stabbed with a pair, Chu Huan turned over in the air by force Three hundred and sixty degrees down, just sitting back on the white horse passing by.

The little bald head was shocked.