The Blackened Villain Of Kuai Chuan Is Not Easy To Tease

There are bear tribes under the night, quiet and desolate.

Xing Xian sat alone outside the stone house, looking at the bright white moon above his head. He looked so close, yet so far away.

When we parted, Lin Yi's heartless words, his indifferent face, and his resolute back were all depicted in his mind frame by frame, so clearly.

So, she doesn't want him anymore.

Mother didn't want him, she abandoned him again and again, hated him, betrayed him, and now Lin Yi also hates him and abandons him...

That's why, no matter how long it took, whether he was thrown into the cave at the beginning, or now he became a respected and feared high priest in the tribe, after all, he couldn't change the fate of his being left behind.

What did he do wrong?

Gradually, the moonlight receded little by little, and the light of dawn jumped out of the horizon, illuminating the entire land.

There are bear tribes who get up in the morning to make it, the men prepare to go out for hunting, and the women dry the prey brought back by the previous men and use it to store it for winter consumption.

No one dared to approach Xing Xian.

They just looked at it from a distance, then bowed in the direction where Xing Xian was, knelt on the ground and saluted, and then went back to work.

Even though they felt that Xing Xian today was so different from the past, they still did not dare to step forward.

To them, Xing Xian was the high priest, the messenger of God, and the god.

But to Xing Xian, in the vast world, he is the loneliest one.

Those he cares about don't want him, others fear him and stay away from him.

He just sat there, looking at the busy people, but his eyes were like stagnant water, without any waves or anger.

Xing Xian has never felt that time has passed so long, and he has never felt that time has passed so quickly.

It was long because he seemed to be unable to wait for the person he wanted no matter how much he waited.

No matter how hard he tried, there was no way to change his fate of being rejected.

It was because, obviously, his memory of today was still in the morning, when people started to get busy in the morning, but somehow, in the blink of an eye, the sun had already submerged in the sea level, and the world was plunged into a twilight.

The men who hunted came back, and they had a good harvest today. Both men and women, their faces were filled with satisfied smiles, as if the few of them who came back had long since been forgotten.

This is what happens every day, with limited tools and men out hunting, there are always casualties.

The wounded can be brought back to be healed by him, and the dead are thrown into the wild.

Ah, just like that for a day.

Gradually, the sky fell into darkness and people rested.

Between heaven and earth, he was the only one left, still sitting in the previous position, looking into the distance.

And just like that, two days passed.

On this day, the tribe of bears suddenly panicked.

All the men no longer go out to hunt, but are armed with weapons of wood and stone and are on guard outside the tribe, while the women hide in the tribe and hide all their food.

The autumn water tribe is here.

Xing Zhao took all the warriors of the Qiushui tribe and marched aggressively towards the Youxiong tribe.

"High priest, the Qiushui tribe is here, the second leader is dead, and the leader is still missing, what should we do?"

The first warrior in the tribe came to look for Xing Xian, but Xing Xian seemed to have not heard, his eyes staring blankly and blankly straight ahead.

He hadn't eaten for three days and three nights. At this moment, he was emaciated and weak, as if the wind would blow, and he would collapse. The warrior couldn't get Xing Xian's answer, and asked anxiously: "High priest? High priest? What should we do?"

The warriors kept asking questions one after another, Xing Xian finally calmed down, and in the eyes of a pair of peach blossoms, there was finally a focus.

Xing Xian: "The people from the Qiushui tribe are here?"

Xing Xian opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse, like a desert that has been raining for a long time.

The warrior knelt on the ground and nodded vigorously.

Xing Xian suddenly raised the corners of his lips and smiled.

Look!

This is Xing Zhao, his big brother, for so many years, he has never forgotten to put him to death.

Xing Xian took a deep breath and was about to stand up, but he forgot that he had not eaten for three days, and his body was already very weak.

Just as his body moved, he fell back down again.

"High Priest!"

The warriors were even more panicked when they saw this scene.

How to do?

Even a person with divine power like the High Priest suddenly turned into this appearance. Does it mean that their bear tribe will be destroyed today?

Dizziness enveloped Xing Xian, he closed his eyes tightly, took a few deep breaths, and then eased slightly.

Xing Xian opened his eyes, "Help me up."

When the warrior heard the words, he stepped forward and carefully helped Xing Xian up. He hunched over and didn't even dare to raise his head.

He just supported Xing Xian and walked out of the bear tribe step by step.

Like the Qiushui tribe, there is a bear tribe that is close to the water, with a wide river in front of the tribe and a large dense jungle behind.

Xing Xian looked at the other side of the river from a distance, and he saw Xing Zhao riding on an iron-eating beast, glaring at him.

The moment Xing Xian appeared, Xing Zhao immediately clenched his fists: "Xing Xian! Where is the Skeleton God, hand it over immediately!"

After he went back that night, he found that the Skeleton God was gone. He thought about it, the people in the tribe did not have the courage to steal it, and there were only a few people who knew the secret of the Skeleton Mysterious. It can't be in someone else's hands.

Moreover, it is impossible for others to sneak into the bear tribe unknowingly.

Xing Zhao guessed that Xing Xian already knew about Cang Tian's death, for fear that they would choose to attack when the bear tribe was headless, so he used such despicable means to steal the skeleton god.

Therefore, he immediately organized all the warriors in the Qiushui tribe, brought their tamed iron-eating beasts, and came to Xing Xian to ask for it.

Skeleton God?

Xing Xian laughed again.

"Skull God is not here with me."

"Xing Xian, this is not the case with you in the past. How could you dare to do it after becoming the high priest of the bear tribe?

After all, we are brothers. As long as you return the Skeleton God to me, I promise you to bring people back immediately. In the future, the Qiushui Tribe and Youxiong Tribe will also get along well.

But if you continue to be obsessed, don't blame me for being rude. "

Xing Zhao's words fell, and the hand holding the reins also lifted slightly.

Seeing this gesture, the warriors of the Qiushui tribe who rode iron-eating beasts behind them immediately got ready to go.

The blazing sun above his head was surging, and Xing Xian could not stand still at this moment, but when he saw Xing Zhao, he laughed.