After traveling through ancient times, she became a wild woman

Chapter 1709 I will choose the Qinglong Tribe

Xiao Se looked at Ye Feng suspiciously and frowned: "I prefer the name Goddess Tribe."

Ye Feng chased and asked, "I have a friend who said that the more important things, the fewer people know about them, the better. The more important things, the more important they are to be protected. If you bluntly say that you are a goddess, then other tribes may come. I’ll rob you. At this time, will you still call your tribe the Goddess Tribe?”

This statement made Xiao Se stunned, with hesitation on her face. She called herself a goddess who came down from the sky, and named the tribe the Goddess Tribe in order to make the tribesmen worship her.

In addition, there was Big Hei and Xiao Hei, so she never thought that other tribes would come to take away her worries.

If she didn't have Da Hei and Xiao Hei, there would still be quite a few tribes who wanted to steal this goddess from her.

In this case, wouldn't she have exposed her position and attracted many tribesmen like the Bone Tribe to snatch her away?
Mistakes Mistakes!

Xiao Se smiled awkwardly, but he would never admit that it was his mistake: "We have four spiritual beasts in the sky, green dragon, white tiger, red bird, and Xuanwu. I will choose..."

"Qinglong Tribe!" Ye Feng chose for her, staring at Xiao Se closely, "The first one is always the best."

Xiao Se didn't want to admit it, but she had to say that if the goddess tribe was eliminated, she would really choose Qinglong.

Okay, seeing that this clan leader suits my own aesthetics, I agreed with him: "Yes, I will choose the Qinglong Tribe. It's a very domineering name!"

Ye Feng's heart was pounding again. If he thought he had overlooked something just now, he could tell himself for sure now.

He was deceived.

The fists placed on the thighs were clenched tightly, and the nails were pinched into the palms of the hands, so that Ye Feng, who was gritting his teeth, slowly calmed down.

His idea was absurd, but with the obstruction and warning of the high priest, he had no choice but to think about things in an absurd and impossible direction.

Often the unexpected is the truth.

Arthur once told him that if all possibilities are eliminated, the remaining one may be the truth no matter how impossible it is.

Ye Feng took a deep breath, pinched his thigh hard to keep his mind clear, and thought about all the ins and outs of the Qinglong Tribe again.

In the end, he concluded that what he just thought might be the truth.

No, he had to discuss it further with Arthur.

As soon as he stood up, a bleak voice sounded: "Are you leaving now?"

"No." Ye Feng, who wanted to leave, calmed down and looked tenderly at Xiao Se, who was reluctant to leave the tent. "I have something to show you. I'll be back soon. Just wait for me."

Xiao Se nodded slightly: "Okay."

Seeing Ye Feng rushing out, Xiao Se filled himself with a glass of hot water and sat there looking at the small tent.

The tent is actually quite big, it can accommodate a 1.5-meter wooden couch, a small square table, and two futons. In the middle of the two is a small stove with a clay pot on top to boil water.

There is a simple coat rack at the entrance, with two wooden washbasins placed underneath.

It doesn't look like a big place, but it has everything you need. It's worthy of being a clan leader's tent, and it even has a coat rack.

And that thing wrapped in a black bag has a faint yellow light inside, which looks like a luminous pearl. I wonder if it is?
Xiao Se was a little envious of this wooden tent and whispered: "I'm so envious. That time traveler really knows how to enjoy it. I don't know whether he is dead or alive?"

As soon as the tent curtain was lifted, Ye Feng came in with a white cloth bag in one hand, sat down opposite Xiao Se, and put the bag on the table: "Something for you to see."

Xiao Se watched curiously as Ye Feng pulled out a wooden board from the white cloth bag and glanced at it, it seemed to be a painting.Ye Feng took out the painting and glanced at her halfway. Seeing her curious face, the corners of her mouth were raised to thirty degrees.

Ye Feng straightened the drawing board and slowly pushed it towards Xiao Se, all the while paying attention to her astonished face.

Looking at the bleak painting on the wooden board, his mouth opened slightly in shock, his eyes full of disbelief, and he even uttered a negative voice: "No way, this can't be painted by me."

She had never painted this picture.

But the style of drawing on the drawing board and the portrait on the drawing board all tell that she is a participant.

The painting on the drawing board shows Xiao Se being captured by Chang Hun in the primeval forest, and the happy time he spent there with the little dragon bird of Ye Feng A Xi A Di.

Xiao Se looked at this painting of a leisurely and happy time, and wanted to shake his head again to deny his thoughts, but looking at himself in the painting, he couldn't say anything.

Ye Feng was very satisfied with Xiao Se's expression, it should be like this, instead of always wearing a half-smiling smile and pretending not to know him.

"This is me, this is A Di, this is A'Fan, and this is the little dragon bird." Ye Feng explained to her that the little dragon bird is the little dragon bird I just said I would give to you.A Di will ride on a small dragon bird to find you. They will be back before dark. "

Xiao Se, who had been staring at the drawing board, still followed Ye Feng's fingers, listening to him explain everything to himself.

If Night Breeze lied to him, then after he looked at the tent, Night Breeze could create a fake painting?

Not to mention ancient times, even modern fraud is not so fast.

Moreover, judging from the color on the wood panel, this painting is at least more than a year old.

A year ago, she might not have founded the Goddess Tribe.

But she clearly has no memory of Ye Feng, so why is she on this drawing board? What is going on?

Xiao Se's face turned cold and he stared at Ye Feng coldly: "I need a reasonable explanation."

Ye Feng lightly clasped his fingers on the table and locked Arthur's eyes gently: "I am the leader of the Qinglong Tribe, yes, but I am a small tribe separated from a large tribe, and this big tribe's name is the Qinglong Tribe. !”

Xiao Se answered quickly: "What does it have to do with me?"

"You just said that Qinglong is a spiritual beast in the sky and should not appear here." Ye Feng clenched his hand lightly on the table, "Then who named this big tribe? Who has seen Qinglong? Or is it? The goddess herself?”

Xiao Se's eyes followed Ye Feng's words, and she also wanted to know.

Ye Feng's finger pointed at Xiao Se on the drawing board: "She is you, and this painting was also painted by you. You have no impression, but the painting is real in front of you and me. You can't deny it even if you want."

He put his hands on the table, moved his upper body towards Xiao Se, and spoke softly: "You should know that every tribe has a priest, so let me tell you now, there is a high priest above the priest."

Xiao Se fell back slightly to avoid the aggressive night wind.

Yefeng took advantage of the victory to pursue: "The high priest can communicate with the gods, the high priest can control life and death, and the high priest can save the people, but at the same time, she can also cause disasters."

"You forgot about me, the Qinglong Tribe, and had other memories because the high priest wanted to force you to return to the original Qinglong Tribe and use your identity as a goddess to save them who were about to be exterminated."

"And I, the Qinglong Tribe, are her sacrifices to the gods!"

(End of this chapter)