In front of the city gate, there was a river of blood, corpses were strewn on the ground, and there was a tragic scene everywhere.

Standing on the top of the city holding a three-pointed two-edged sword, his eyes were a little moist. After enduring humiliation and burden for so many years, he finally avenged his parents!

Even he himself did not expect that the army of Qingze City would break through the city gate so smoothly, kill General Gale, the commander of Toka City, and win the war! All this is thanks to that little girl,

It was she who fulfilled her original promise, opened the city gate, and held back the strong wind!

He lowered his head and looked around for that beautiful figure, only to see that she was being held by a man in black, with her eyes closed tightly, not knowing whether she was alive or dead.

With his eyes red, he recalled that the man in black was the Golden Crow tribesman who killed Hu Mazi that night! He pointed the three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand at the man in black and shouted: "You are

Who...what do you want to do? Let her go quickly!"

The man in black smiled coldly and said, "If you want this little girl to survive, come to Jiuma Painting Mountain to find me!"

Nine Horse Painting Mountain? That is on the edge of Shiwan Mountain, thousands of miles away from here!

After that, the man in black spread out his black wings, hugged Pregnant Qiao and flew away into the distance.

Seeing that the man in black was about to leave, he hastily exchanged a few words with the generals of Qingze City, jumped off the city wall, and hurriedly chased after the man in black.

Thirteen saw a dark shadow abducting Pregnancy Qiao, and turned to follow.

Ten scorching suns scorched the earth, and scorching heat waves swept every inch of the land.

He Thirteen's body was red, white smoke was constantly blowing out, and he was about to be cooked by the scorching sun. They chased for a long distance, but did not catch up with the man in black. The vague shadow was already on them.

disappeared from sight.

"Da da da da"

There was a rapid sound of beast hooves, and a red flame beast cart flew past He Shisan, rolling up a plume of smoke and dust on the dry and cracked land. The driver of the cart whipped his horse whip, and the red flame beast drove

Gao raised his front hooves, looked up to the sky and roared, suddenly stopping in his tracks.

A child wearing a bamboo hat and robe looked behind him and said to He Shisan: "I see that the two young masters are so poisonous that they are so poisonous. If they continue to walk in this wilderness, I am afraid that they will not be able to hold on anymore."

, do you want a ride?"

He and Thirteen looked at each other, were overjoyed, and rushed towards the beast cart.

After boarding the beast cart, the two of them discovered that there was an old man with gray hair sitting in the beast cart. The old man was skinny but energetic. He glanced at Thirteen lightly, his eyes brightening slightly.

He clasped his fists at the gray-haired old man and said, "Old man, excuse me, I'm from Qingze City, and this is Thirteen!"

Thirteen also stepped forward and bowed with his hands in hand.

The gray-haired old man twirled his beard and said: "Old man Hanzhuo is the elder of the Youqiong clan..."

Thirteen paused and suddenly raised his head to look at the gray-haired old man.

The Youqiong clan... was the tribe where he was born! However, the memories of his childhood were blurred. He only remembered that he was picked up by the Ximu clan leader when he was very young, raised in the clan, and has been serving Ximu all his life.

Next to Miss Feng.

Will this elder Han Yun know his life experience? Should he step forward to recognize him?

While Thirteen was hesitating, he sat next to the gray-haired old man and said, "Oh? What a coincidence. This Thirteen brother also comes from the Youqiong clan! We can be considered a family."

Thirteen gritted his teeth, feeling secretly resentful in his heart. This person really likes to meddle in other people's business! If he hadn't wanted to find the pregnant girl quickly, he would have wanted to kill this person with an arrow!

Elder Han Yun nodded slightly and said: "In the Realm of Flowing Fire, only the poor clan members are good at shooting. When I saw him carrying a bow and arrow behind his back, I guessed a thing or two."

Thirteen nodded, but refused to say anything. He kept staring out the car window, somewhat absent-mindedly.

He smiled awkwardly and said, "Elder, this friend of mine is not good at words. I hope you will forgive me if I offend you in any way!"

Elder Han Yun had tears in his eyes and smiled without saying a word. Through these days of observation, he had determined that Thirteen was the person he was looking for.

Regarding the origin of the Youqiong clan, there is an ancient legend: In ancient times, the leader of the Youqiong clan was the god of fire who could control the power of fire! But for hundreds of millions of years, no one in the Youqiong clan was born who could control fire.

The ancient legend of a person with the power of poison has gradually been forgotten by the world.

The Qingqing clan relied on their ability to shoot with perfect accuracy and thrived on this land. Until nearly a hundred years ago, the fire was raging, the rivers were drying up, the tribesmen had no clothes to wear, no food to eat, and there were wars. The Qingqing clan and other

The clans and tribes gradually declined, and as a last resort, the children of the clan were sent to the tribes of demigods for foster care.

A few days ago, during a war, the old patriarch died. The Youqiong clan had less than a hundred members and was about to decline! Before his death, the old patriarch told Han Yun that he must find this child, saying

This child is the last hope of their Youqiong clan! Hanzhuo was puzzled at that time, but now, he finally understands! Their Youqiong clan has a successor, and there is another fire god who can control the power of fire poison...

!

However, it seems that this child has no idea of ​​​​recognizing himself.

Now, I can't control that much anymore. Han Yun lifted his robe, knelt down, and said with tears: "Old Han Yun... I'm going to pay homage to the young patriarch!"

Thirteen looked shocked. He knelt down and held Han Yun's arms, anxiously saying: "Elder, what are you doing? Hurry up and talk!"

Han Yun sighed slightly and said, "It's a long story..."

Shi Sanhe helped Han Yun up, and after he sat firmly, he began to slowly tell the story of the beginning and end of the matter. Shi San listened to the elder Han Yun's story attentively and did not interrupt him. Although he was young,

His memories of that period were blurred, but he still had some memories of the old patriarch of the Youqiong clan.

However, Thirteen doesn't want to return to the Youqiong clan, nor does he want to be a young clan leader. He just wants to find Pregnant Qiao as soon as possible, and then stay with her all the time.

After Han Yun finished narrating, Thirteen straightened his expression and said: "Elder Han, I'm sorry! I'm afraid Thirteen is unable to take on this important responsibility!"

This answer was not surprising to Han Yun. After all, he had left the tribe since he was a child and had been living abroad. Moreover, it was their first meeting and he had entrusted him with the important task of revitalizing the clan. I am afraid he would not be able to accept it for a while.

Hanzhuo is an old man and can see that this child's thoughts are not here.

"It doesn't matter! I can wait for the young patriarch to change his mind."

"Elder Han, you don't understand! Thirteen is not interested in serving as the young patriarch of a wealthy clan..."
Chapter completed!