Crossing to the Wild

Rong Yue and Tian Yang observed those flowers in the forest, exploring their vitality flow.

However, no matter how you look at it, Rong Yue can only draw a conclusion: Not only are they not abnormal, but they are even very vigorous, as if they are having a silent carnival that belongs exclusively to plants.

Although the one-day journey returned in vain, it was also a date without outsiders from another angle.

Rong Yue wove a bamboo flower garland with his anxious skills, and put it around Tian Yang's neck.

The pale white petals follow Tianyang's firm muscle texture downwards.A drop of sweat passed through the deep abdominal muscles and complicated black lines, and then entered the animal skin skirt, lining Tianyang's strong body with a sense of strength.

Rong Yue took a suffocating breath, and the feeling of eating marrow and taste struck again. He couldn't help but tugged at the white flower garland, making Tian Yang get closer and stare into the other's eyes.

At this moment, Rong Yue felt an unprecedented sense of belonging, very strong.

A man's possessiveness is terrible, if Rong Yue is asked to go back to the Xingyue Era now, he may not agree.Even if he agrees, he still has to run with Tianyang.

After all, this is his person.

Rong Yue's eyes darkened, Tian Yang felt his urgency, his breaths intertwined for a few seconds, and the two separated a distance by coincidence.

"Let's go." Rong Yue took the lead and turned around with a blushing face: "I still have to report to Heilang."

Hei Lang heard that there was nothing abnormal in the woods, so he reacted calmly.

"I'll stay for three more days." He neither asserted his judgment nor showed pleasure or disappointment.Rong Yue comforted him: "Senior, don't worry, no matter where you need help, you can come to us."

Hei Lang looked at the few pieces of yoghurt candies that Rong Yue gave him, and for the first time there was some wavering in his eyes.

But he thought about it, and still didn't say anything.But some things, even if you don't say it, are destined to happen.

Two days later, the thing that worried him most happened.

"Boss!" A department came back in shock and reported: "Bamboo, the bamboo is dead! The forest has withered a lot, and it's so terrible!"

The leader of Dasun was discussing the future trade matters with a few of his subordinates, and he was terrified when he heard the words: "How could it be!?"

Bamboo forests are the plants that the Dasun tribe relies on for survival.

In addition to hunting bears for extra meals, the tribe also earned a lot of living materials by making bamboo strips.The bamboo shoots that will germinate in spring are one of their important foods.

The Dasun Tribe got its name because of this.

Bamboo is dead! ?How is this possible, how do they live, how to be the strongest tribe!

The leader of the big bamboo shoots was so anxious that he went around the flowering bamboo forest with his hands, and when he came back, the corners of his mouth were bubbling.

He didn't care about his pride, rushed into Rong Yue's tent in a hurry, filling up the whole space immediately.

"Moon sacrifice! I heard that your Xingyue tribe is very capable. Do you know how to keep the bamboo from dying?" The leader of the big bamboo shoot said anxiously: "We promised to send more people to build the road! The tower doesn't need your materials anymore. If you have any requirements, you can just ask, I have absolutely nothing to say!"

Rong Yue is roasting seaweed with fire: "What? The bamboo is dead? How much is it dead?"

The leader of the big bamboo shoot jumped up and snatched his slate: "What time is it! Come with me quickly..."

Not caring about his offense, Rong Yue wiped her hands: "Don't worry, Tian Yang, come over after baking these."

Big bamboo shoot leader: "..."

In just two days, the bamboo forest really began to wither visible to the naked eye. When Rong Yue arrived with the leader of the bamboo shoots, she couldn't believe her eyes.

The white flowers spread, and at this moment it seemed to be a condolence to the bamboo, inexplicably bleak.

As the wind blew, the withered bamboo leaves and white flowers scattered and fell on Rong Yue's head.

so horrible.

He didn't care too much, and didn't have time to investigate how these were formed, so he pulled out the return to zero staff and chanted the spell on the spot.The coverage area of ​​the holy prayer can be stretched very large, and the golden streamer of Xuanwen flows in the air. The leader of Dasun and his subordinates, who have never seen such a miracle, are so scared that they almost hide behind the bushes and bury their heads in the soil.

The way of infusing life force is as effective as ever, and the half-withered bamboo immediately began to rejuvenate in the place shrouded in holy prayers.

"My God, God..." The leader of Dasun trembled: "Why didn't you tell me that this moon priest has such a skill?"

The first subordinate said indifferently: "We said before, you can just listen to what you say."

"..." The leader of Dasun who was shot was silent for a moment, and said seriously: "I didn't say that."

"You said it."

"I didn't say it!"

"...Okay, I didn't say that." The subordinate showed a loving expression.

Because of Rongyue's miraculous performance, the leader of Dasun led all the people to hold a celebration that night.

This time, everyone was sincere about Rong Yuejing's wine. He walked by the bonfire, and every tribe he met would greet him and thank him for helping the Dasun tribe out of difficulties.

Seeing Rongyue's perfect smile, Tianyang knew that he was not in a good mood, so he asked in a low voice, "Why are you unhappy?"

Rong Yue turned around and looked at him seriously: "I always have a bad feeling."

This premonition was fulfilled the next day.

The bamboos that Rongyue used the holy prayer to bring back their youth died again.

For a while, this news shocked the entire Dasun tribe.

"Is the miracle of Yue Ji useless?"

"Why does the bamboo wither when it is healed?"

"Is the moon priest's ability taken back by the gods, or is the bamboo doomed to perish, and even the means of the moon sacrifice can't save it?"

"What kind of moon sacrifice... can't even save some bamboo!"

"Shh--be quieter--"

Rong Yue frowned slightly, and brought Tian Yang to the bamboo forest again.Looking at the withered and yellow bamboos all over the mountains and plains, he felt troubled.

What to do?Just like he has no way to revive the dead, what is the use of the dead plants to infuse their vitality?It can't be brought back to life, it's still a dead branch.

What's even more frightening is that he couldn't find the reason why the bamboos died at all.

Tianyang shook his head: "There is no magic energy."

With just one look from Rong Yue, he knew what he was asking, and after feeling it for a while, he said it affirmatively to Rong Yue.

"How about we ask senior?" Rong Yue: "Senior said before that this is a bad omen, so he must know something."

The black wolf was quietly feeding the cubs in front of the tent.

Every time Rong Yue saw him, he was either taking care of the cubs or on the way to hunt for food for the cubs. He could be called a heroic father.

Now is the day when Hei Lang promised to leave, but he didn't rush, and after listening to Rong Yue explaining his intention, he only said one word: wait.

"A long time ago, I remember that there was a tribe that encountered a similar disaster and couldn't survive." Hei Lang lowered his head and said, "The blooming of bamboo is just the beginning, and disasters will come one after another."

"Why?" Rong Yue insisted, "Don't say any strange reasons, such as curses or omens, I don't believe it."

Hei Lang: "If you don't believe it, the consequences will gradually appear in your eyes."

Rong Yue was disappointed for a moment, but in the barbaric era, everyone's perspectives on things inevitably took on these colors, and she was relieved again.

"Wait a few more days." Rong Yue said, "I want to see what kind of disaster makes the black wolf so vigilant."

There is no way to save the bamboo. As time goes by, more and more of them are infected and bloom white.

The withered bamboo couldn't bear the ravages of the strong wind, and fell to the ground. The originally beautiful forest turned into a hell-like scene in a short period of time.

There was no way to weave the bamboo strips, and the bamboo shoots could not be dug up. The whole Dasun tribe fell into an unprecedented panic.

Just when everyone was in fear, suddenly a person rushed into the tribe, and the roar almost broke the sound.

"Bear, bear!" He was out of breath, but just hearing his yelling made everyone feel terrified.

"What kind of bear? How old is it?" The crowd surrounded the informant and kept asking him various questions. The man's eyes were so frightened that he said, "There are many, a group of bears, a large group of bears, the most important thing is... ..."

With a sad face, he said: "The limbs of these bears are black, but their bodies are white. They must be devil bears, they are devil bears!"

The author has something to say: Devil Bear (patting belly):? ? ?

(After climbing the mountain for a day, there will be more tomorrow! It’s still night!)

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