"You!" Dark Night King Kong said to him. He admired this guy's face, so he could say it openly.

"You are so shameless!" Dark Night King Kong came to the conclusion.

"You are not confident!" The Eighth Young Master Zhu Liyang laughed and said, "You actually know that the Dark Night Vajra Clan cannot produce a king. You all crawl at the feet of the gods. Even if they are kings, they are just fake kings and just puppets of gods."

Ye Wuji, the young leader of the Dark Night Vajra clan, showed a little bitter expression, as if he was seeing through Zhu Liyang.

"Although the human race is also a bit better than other races," Ye Wuji said, but he immediately raised his head, denied what he said just now, and slapped his chest with a jingle:

"You are talking nonsense. If the Great Wilderness really needs a king, it will only be our Dark Night Vajra clan. Our Dark Night Vajra clan disagrees. Who dares to be king in the Great Wilderness? I won't kill him because I hope the Great Wilderness can produce a king! The Great Wilderness should be a place where talents emerge, and the king should be produced!"

"You are so confident?" The stout man of the human race put Yang Xuan on his shoulder and mocked the Dark Night King Kong and said, "The young master of the Dark Night King Kong clan is very ambitious and has a broad mind. No wonder, no wonder!"

"It must be, after all, we are the descendants of the celestial immortals, and we are not as slaughtering as you." Ye Wuji looked at Zhu Liyang with a look of contempt that a summer insect could not speak Bing.

Although the two big guys were speechless, they became more and more speculative. They were just facing each other in life and death, but now they are holding hands.

In front of a bonfire, the human race and the dark night King Kong were having a great chat, and there were also kids from the human race sleeping soundly beside them. If they weren't for their wounds and colorful clothes, the picture would be very warm and would be promoted everywhere by the gods of the Great Wilderness, saying that it was a model of harmonious coexistence.

"Dream?" Dark Night King Kong took a sip of wine, looked up at the stars in the sky and said, "The dreams of our ancestors for generations are to restore the glory of our clan in the legend. The heavenly court where our clan lived above the nine heavens."

"Do you believe it?" The sturdy man of the human race pulled out a bonfire with a tree. The bonfire became brighter and asked, "How do you know what the legend is true? Are you sure this is not a bedtime story?"

Dark Night King Kong ignored this stout human man and he argued with him. They are now used to the way they talk to each other. They laugh at each other and talk to themselves, but they keep saying that, and he took another sip of wine and said:

"But this is not my dream. My dream is to build a house, and to build a lot of houses, more, better and bigger than the houses in your human city. I will build a big house, warm in winter and cool in summer, tall and majestic."

Then, the beast-like guy stood up, indulged in his dream, singing softly:

"The mountains are towering green, and the sky is rising above; the flying pavilion flows and the elixir is approaching without land. Heting and Fuzhu are lingering on the islands; the Guidian Lan Palace is listed on the body of the hills."

The stout man of humanity raised his hands, shook his eyes in front of it, and mocked, "Brother, wake up, wake up, you are the young master of the Dark Night Vajra clan. You Dark Night Vajra have thick skin and thick flesh. What kind of houses and palaces do you want? Not to mention the storm, heavy snow, hail, etc., even if you put a knife, you can't hurt you. The whole sky and earth are your house."

Then, he continued to strike and said, "Besides, you are not a poet, you are just a rude man. You are all rude man! What are the benefits of your chanting poems and what are the benefits of your lords?"

Dark Night King Kong stopped singing and looked at the stout man with a contemptuous look, with a disgusting expression.

The stout man of humanity also looked at the Dark Night King Kong with a look of contempt, as if he was looking at a silly son of a landlord's family.

"You don't understand the beauty of literature and art at all." said King Kong of Dark Night.

"But does the Dark Night Vajra have literature and art?" asked the stout man with a smile.

"It turns out that there isn't, but it's been since I was born!" said the young master of the Dark Night Vajra clan with great enthusiasm.

The two guys' brain circuits are not consistent at all, but they do not affect their pleasant communication at all.

"Don't ask me what my dream is, I'll quit!" It was the strong man's turn to talk about his dream. He took a sip of wine and his face flushed. He slowly cut the meat with a knife and applied some salt on it. His hands were very stable and there was no shaking at all. He said slowly.

Dark Night King Kong sprayed out a sip of wine and sprayed it on the bonfire. The alcohol made Lao Gao's flames burst out from the bonfire.

"Since the cavalry of the Lanma tribe trampled on Youxiong Mountain, I have quit my dreams, and I have never had any more dreams."

The stout man from the human race got drunk and said.

Dark Night King Kong opened his mouth. It was very surprised and had many questions to ask, but in the end it still didn't speak, waiting for the man to speak by himself.

The stout man of the human race stared at the bonfire, his eyes becoming very blurred. His voice was low, as if he was talking to himself.

"I was ten years old that year, and the snow was very heavy that night. The cavalry of the Lanma tribe roared from a distance at the foot of Youxiong Mountain. There were raging fires everywhere, and people shouted and neighed everywhere..."

Dark Night King Kong didn't say anything, he gave himself a sip of wine, and he had also heard of the rumors about the Eighth Master of the Lanma tribe.

"My dream back then was to grazed at the foot of Youxiong Mountain. There was a large herd of cattle and horses. The cattle were all yellow, the horses were all white, the cattle were all very strong, and the horses were very tall," the stout man seemed to have returned to that year and sang the pastoral song he sang, "Chilechuan, under the Yin Mountain. The sky was like a dome, covering the four fields; the sky was vast and the wilderness was vast, and the wind blows the grass and sees cattle and sheep......"

His voice was loud and sad, and the ancient pastoral songs of human race sounded in the wilderness.

Dark Night King Kong listened quietly and drank wine silently.

He is the young master of the Dark Night Vajra clan, with a golden branch and jade leaf. He has never suffered any hardships and grew up in the wings of his parents, but this does not hinder his understanding of this vicissitudes of life.

Although the human man's singing is not so beautiful and beautiful, this man even has some incomplete tone, the song exudes an unusual charm. The young master of the Dark Night Vajra clan listens very seriously.

Then, the human man laughed at himself, "But all dreams were shattered that night. My father was cut off his head by his best brother. His head was dedicated to the enemy by his best brother in exchange for the survival of the Lanma tribe and the human race, and the wolf lord also retreated."

Dark Night King Kong's eyes were glowing. He nodded, then shook his head again, sighed, and the light in his eyes disappeared and became very gloomy.

"Who is not living in the Great Wilderness? Even the Night Wolf clan is living in the process, and our Dark Night King Kong is also living in the process. Although the human race is not worth it, who can be much better than who?"

The young master of the Dark Night Vajra clan did not seem to be comforting this stout man, but he felt something.

The stout man from the Lanma tribe ignored him and said to himself: "From that day, I forgot my dreams, and I will never have any more dreams..."

Then, he picked up Yang Xuan, stroked Yang Xuan's hair lovingly, and said, "I saw the child's eyes, so clear and simple. He is a human race. Even if he can't become the king of the Great Wilderness, even if this rumor is a lie, I still want to raise him and make him have ridiculous and childish dreams at my age, just like you have the dream of building a big house."

Dark Night King Kong rubbed his chaotic hair like a bird's nest, then tore open the collar of his animal skin clothes with one hand, pulled off a small ancient jade pendant from his chest, and threw it to the thick man.

"This is something passed down by the ancestors of my clan," said Dark Night King Kong, "I hate the human race, but I don't hate you! Even if this child becomes the king of the Great Wilderness, even if this child is not a member of Dark Night King Kong, I will recognize it. This jade pendant is very precious and may be useful in the future. It is considered my investment."

The ancient jade is very exquisite, with a dark night wailing carved on it, which is very realistic and very precious at first glance.

"This is the token of our Dark Night Vajra clan. If you have such a jade pendant, you will be a member of the Dark Night Vajra clan." Dark Night Vajra explained.

"Thank you." The thick man also smiled on his face. The Dark Night King Kong is a big force in the Great Wilderness. This is the jade pendant worn by His Highness Ye Wuji, the young master of the Dark Night King Kong, and it is absolutely worthless.

"I don't know what the children raised by the Eighth Master will look like when they grow up." Dark Night King Kong stood up, laughed, and then left without looking back.

The eighth young master held the ancient jade in one hand and held Yang Xuan in the other. He observed the ancient jade carefully, with a smile in his eyes. Suddenly he jumped, grabbed a young monkey from the cliff opposite, hung the ancient jade on the monkey's neck, and then reported to Yang Xuan, looking at the little monkey he let go with a smile.

Yang Xuan was puzzled. This ancient jade was also a close item given to him by the big guy. Why was that big guy also the young master of the Dark Night Vajra clan? The things he wore should be worth a lot of money. When this guy turned around, he gave it to a little monkey?

The little monkey jumped and ran away. Yang Xuan was very puzzled why the eighth prince gave the ancient jade to the little monkey. He heard a slight pop sound, and then he saw the monkey fall to the ground without warning. A raging fire broke out on its body, and the bones remained for a moment.

Yang Xuan's hair was standing up. It was too dangerous just now. If the Eighth Master hung the ancient jade on him, then would he not end up like this little monkey?

"Ye Wuji, you are so good!" The thick man stomped his feet and cursed in the direction where the Dark Night King Kong disappeared.

"Child, it depends on whether you can walk out of Mengshan. In comparison, Ye Wuji is the kindest and most graceful one." The thick man bounced Yang Xuan's face and said softly.
Chapter completed!