A leisurely life in ancient times

Chapter 391 Who Can She Hate?who to blame?

"It disappeared strangely. It seems that they should have left before the last rainy season. At the same time, the two tribes of Whitewater and Flying Eagle in the Forest of Death disappeared. It is said that they invited the Black Tiger tribe before they left, but no one knows the specifics. I know." Feng Luan said.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on the forehead, these Qingli's strength became stronger and stronger, and she was a bit overwhelmed by the momentum alone, it seemed that she really held a grudge against her.

Qingli frowned, staring at Fengluan with a distrustful expression.

"The forest of death is dangerous and there is no other way out. If you want to leave without anyone noticing, how can you not be discovered by you?" Feng Luan moved the real chapter.

Feng Luan rolled her eyes, and said angrily, "How would I know? Which of the tribes in the Forest of Death is easy to get along with? They are not those soft-boned tribes in Qingqiu, who can bully them casually... If it is really us who did it, at least You have to use the iron-shoe troops, can the use of the iron-shoe troops not alarm everyone?"

Qingli is famous for being smart, but when it comes to Tianyun and Zhufeng tribe.

She lost her position and acted on instinct. I really don't know if it is good or bad?

"That's right!" After listening, Qingli nodded seriously, and asked: "Didn't the Black Tiger tribe surrender to Yicheng? Didn't they even receive any news?"

Feng Luan shook her head lightly, and said: "No one knows, this time Yicheng led the team into the Forest of Death, and I set off for Xuelong Ridge. I hope to have a good harvest. The clan's Northern Expedition is imminent, and we have to do it... ..."

Qingli was cold and desolate, mocking Fengluan's face, and said disdainfully: "Why do you say it so aggrieved!"

If it wasn't for the pursuit of greater benefits, how could Yixuan be willing to spend manpower, material and financial resources, no matter how much he said, it would be just hypocritical.She is not stupid, she can distinguish between right and wrong, black and white, she does not intervene in clan affairs just for the sake of ease, she has never cared about the position of sacrificial priest.

Staring at the distant sky, quietly looking at the direction of the forest of death.

he left!
In the end, I chose to leave...

A trace of sad hatred slowly stained Qingli's eyes, and the watery black eyes were gradually filled with sorrow.The fierce aura around her body unknowingly turned into overwhelming longing, longing like water, lovesickness into madness, unable to escape this huge cage, unable to find her lover, why did she live?At this moment, Qingli was confused!

Feeling Qingli's feelings, Fengluan couldn't help feeling distressed, and secretly scolded Tianyun.

Back then, if he hadn't disturbed Qingli's pool of spring water, how could Qingli have suffered for decades?
Staying in this desolate apse, living a hard life like an ascetic monk.

"I should prepare for my trip in ten days. Next time I come back from Xuelongling, I will come to visit you." Feng Luan said softly, looking at Qingli's painful face, "If you have nothing to do, go out of the back hall and go see Father, he has aged very quickly these years... don't blame him for what happened back then, he couldn't help himself, you and I are the same, always have to provoke your own responsibilities and obligations, you can't keep escaping."

After saying that, without looking at Qingli more, he turned and walked out of the apse.

Qingli trembled slightly, and her miserable face showed pain. She is not the only one who has been tortured these years.She has always understood, but she still can't pass the test in her heart.

She hates, she resents.

Who do you hate?who to blame?

She couldn't figure it out, so she simply imprisoned herself in the barren and remote apse.

"Did you tell her about the Forest of Death?" Holt asked, looking behind her through Fengluan. Seeing that there was no one there, he couldn't help showing a look of loneliness.Fengluan and Qingli are the daughters he is most proud of, and he prefers his younger daughter Qingli to the aggressive and domineering Fengluan.

For these years, Qingli imprisoned himself in the apse without seeing anyone.

Holt wandered outside the apse more than once, wanting to look at Qingli from a distance.It's a pity that Qingli has never been in his sight, and occasionally he can only learn about Qingli's condition from Fengluan's mouth. His health is getting worse every year, and he doesn't know if he can last until the day when he sees Qingli again ?Even though it was only a few walls away, he knew that Qingli had lost his heart with him and didn't want to see him.

"Say it." Feng Luan nodded, looking at his elderly father, Feng Luan was full of worry.Father's health is getting worse year by year, and even Priest Sylvan can't do anything about it. He only says that his heart is knotted in his heart, and if he doesn't untie his knot, his father's health will not improve a day.

How could she not know this knot.

She has always had this knot in her heart, just like her father.

The person who tied the bell had to be untied. After the hunting conference was over, she would go to the Forest of Death to see if she could find some clues left behind by the Wind Chaser Tribe.Bringing Tianyun back to the clan to untie the knot between her father and younger sister. She was indeed impulsive and reckless back then, otherwise the matter would not have ended in such a hopeless way...

Young and crazy!

"Yicheng scares the snake, I'm worried that they will walk into the middle of the forest of death..." Holt's voice was hoarse and his expression was heavy.What would happen to Qingli if Tianyun really had troubles?As a result, he didn't dare to think deeply about it. Qingli was his beloved daughter, and she was also the next generation priest of the clan. In the 500 years of the clan, only one person, Qingli, was recognized by the totem. May let Qingli leave.

Qingli didn't understand this point.

She underestimated her importance to the clan. The clan can sacrifice the leader Yixuan, but Qingli cannot be sacrificed.With the existence of Qingli, at least it can stabilize the weakening of the power of the totem, which is far more important than anything else.Although no one has dared to enter the apse these years, there are hundreds of people stationed around the apse, and their existence is to ensure Qingli's safety.

Qingli alone is far more important than anyone in the clan.

Hearing this, Feng Luan's expression changed suddenly.

Short of breath, staring at Holt in a daze, hesitantly said: "Father, the Forest of Death is extremely dangerous. I am afraid that all the people living in this central area are fierce beasts. The strength of the Wind Chaser Tribe is not weak, but they are adjacent to the fierce beasts. Is this courage too much?"

"The truly terrifying thing about the Chasing Wind Tribe is not the Tianyun clan and the Bihu clan, but the Molang bloodline hidden behind them. According to the clan literature, the Molang bloodline was once the King Beast lineage at the top of the continent, and they are the same as the Tianshi clan's Tianshi bloodline. Powerful and domineering. For hundreds of years, the blood of the Tianshi has been so thin that the oil lamps have dried up, but as far as I know, the blood of the ink wolf has returned to the ancestors in this generation of the wind-chasing tribe. Do you know what this means?" Holt said sharply , clinging to the arm beside him, with a gloomy expression.

Feng Luan swallowed her saliva, and said seriously: "Awaken the complete blood of the black wolf, awaken the tribal totem..." Feng Luan felt his mouth dry and tongue dry.

(End of this chapter)