A leisurely life in ancient times

Chapter 78 Not everyone can pretend
It was a safe night, and the next day, the dawn leaped out of the ground and illuminated the entire earth.

The hustle and bustle banned the silence, and the tribe that had been peaceful for a night revived its vitality again.

Thinking about what happened last night, early in the morning, everyone gathered in the middle of the open space, bustling with people, sitting or leaning, and came to the open space to remain silent.

Fanqian's body was placed on the altar, covered with animal skins.

Ya half kneeled on the ground, her soft face was cold and unfeeling at this moment, while Galen stood silently by the side.Fang Kong's expression, I don't know what to think, but Saya, who is standing at the side, has a serious expression, as if he is ruthless.

On that elegant face, the corners of the eyes slanted down, bloodthirsty ran through the entire cheek, and it was faintly visible that the jade face was disintegrating.But the gloomy light in the depths of his eyes was not concealed.

He couldn't say whether he liked or hated Fan Qian, but he was dissatisfied that she died like this.

Today, if Lang Mo cannot give a satisfactory answer, he will never let it go.Looking at the mournful mother and the mourning and absent-minded father, Saya's eyes exuded a strange light at this time, making one's scalp numb under the morning light.

"Aunt Lan, today you lead a group of people and come back after cutting down some trees and green vines." Lang Mo looked at Lan and explained the daily affairs.He didn't pay any attention to Ya and his party on the altar, knowing that the dry season was coming, but Ya was holding back everywhere.

I really thought the tribe needed a doctor!
This time, Lang Mo became ruthless and made up his mind to rectify the tribal atmosphere.

Lan was stunned, and after recovering, he hurriedly said: "Cut down trees and green vines, what is the patriarch planning to do?"

"To make the door, the dry season is approaching, and the temperature will drop suddenly in a few days. The door can withstand the cold wind and rain, and Jiang Qing will tell everyone how to make it later." Lang Mo explained in a slow voice, not rushing.

The cold eyes swept over everyone one by one, and then said coldly: "The dry season is coming, I don't want to cause any trouble, Mocha had an accident last night, Fanqian died suddenly... I hope these two things have nothing to do, otherwise don't blame me for not being nostalgic Affection."

Ya's body trembled, obviously she underestimated Lang Mo's ruthlessness.

He planned to take advantage of Fan Qian's death to deal a severe blow to Lang Mo's faction, but he didn't want Lang Mo to gain the upper hand, although he didn't know what he was talking about.But to be able to withstand the cold wind and rain, the tribe must be hoped by the people.

Today, what she wants may be difficult to achieve.

Thinking that this so-called door was created by Jiang Qing, how could this bastard, Lang Mo, be so lucky?Let him take advantage of all the advantages, and he is not reconciled.

"Patriarch, I need an explanation for Fanqian's death." Ya Qingjiao stood tall and graceful, standing on the altar, showing a soft and weak attitude.

Set off against that soft and charming face, it has an indescribable style.

Lang Mo's expression turned cold, his stern face was full of sternness, "Please tell me, I want the doctor to give me an explanation, Mocha disappeared from the cave near where you live... What's wrong with it, do you want the doctor to give me an explanation? "

Ya froze, staring at Lang Mo in astonishment.

Obviously, she never expected that Lang Mo would tear his face apart in public, so isn't he worried about offending her?Don't forget that apart from her, there are no other doctors in the tribe. The few people she brought with her have only known a few hemostatic herbs over the years, and she didn't teach them at all.

"I don't understand what the patriarch said." Ya resolutely said, she staggered to her feet, as if she had been greatly stimulated, she staggered and almost fell down.

"There are many doubts about Fanqian's death. Granny Qian will give everyone a clear answer later, spread out, and prepare to go hunting and picking..." Lang Mo waved his big hand, completely ignoring Ya's embarrassing face.

"Lang Mo, what do you mean?" Sha Ye blocked Lang Mo's path with a ferocious face, brandishing a bone knife.

Lang Mo spun around, and slammed his body to the left to avoid it.Immediately afterwards, the fierce wind swept Saya's face.

"bump--"

With swift force, Saya was kicked five or six meters away.

"Who gave you the guts to sneak attack the patriarch." Sen Leng's voice came from Lang Mo's mouth, bloodthirsty, evil and charming, adding a layer of chilling chill for no reason.

Sha Ye followed the priest to learn the art of sacrifice, and rarely participated in hunting on weekdays, and his skills could only be called average.Who resisted Lang Mo's full blow, his face turned pale immediately, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Struggling to get up, but without even a trace of strength, his eyes are cold, but he lacks even the strength to resist.

Ya was startled, then recovered and stumbled down from the altar, supported Saya, looked directly at Lang Mo and said, "Fanqian just died, doesn't the patriarch still want to do something to Saya? The patriarch is not afraid of the cold." Heart……"

Seeing that Ya didn't forget to show off at this time, Jiang Qing sneered disdainfully, and said, "Doctor, didn't you forget that you are not from the tribe, and you really didn't know about the doctors who died in the tribe inexplicably back then?"

As soon as Jiang Qing finished speaking, the entire open space was completely silent for a moment.

No one ever thought that anyone would dare to spread the matter out.

Ya's eyes are red, she is not a fool, I am afraid that Lang Mo and the others have already begun to doubt her, otherwise they would not tear themselves apart with her at this time.

"I've worked hard for the tribe all these years, isn't that enough?" Ya said sadly, with an unconcealable grievance on her face.

Galen stiffened, staring at Jiang Qing and the others with hatred, as if wishing to swallow them alive.

"If you don't want others to know, unless you don't do it yourself." Jiang Qing said coldly, "This is the Wind Chasing Tribe, so it's best to restrain your mind. Aunt Lan, Zhang Luo wood and green vines, called Fang and others, and later made the door ..."

In the middle of the open space, most of them are aboriginal tribesmen. Although they don't fully understand what Jiang Qing said, Lang Mo didn't stop Jiang Qing.It is clear in my heart, and I am more or less aware of those dirty things back then.

I didn't care about it before because of various situations, but now I let it go, it shows that the patriarch already has a way to deal with it.

In the final analysis, people from the Beast God Continent are in the majority.

The sky is falling, and the patriarch is holding it up.

Furthermore, although Fan Qianmei is beautiful, she is already dead.It's a pity that there are, but few really want to seek revenge for Fan Qian's death.

The men in the Beast God Continent are all one-sided, and they are their own when they get married. Otherwise, no matter how much they like, they will not easily cross the line and interfere in other people's affairs.

Although someone was sympathetic to Ya, looking at Lang Mo's cold face, he instinctively calmed down and prepared for what he needed to do today.

Ya bit her lip, thinking she had enough hearts in the tribe.But when she saw her today, she couldn't help but feel cold. After all, they weren't from the tribe, and those people couldn't really have the same heart as her.

The prestige is incomparable, and even the control is incomparable.

"Mother, I want him to die." Sha Ye stared at Lang Mo's leaving back resentfully. Since childhood, no one dared to bully him like this.

He has been familiar with his life experience since he can remember, and as a member of the clan, he has always looked down on the Wind Chasing Tribe.But a tribe of 500 people is nothing in his eyes.

He never paid attention to even Lang Mo.

Today's humiliation made him almost insane, his eyes were bloodshot and he held on to Ya's arm tightly, speaking cruel words in his mouth, a strange blood red slowly welled up in his eyes.

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