After hearing the sound, Mali turned back. Sure enough, Bai Zheng is looking at him with an unhappy face. Mali: I'm so angry with the weasel! I feel that his hair is about to stand up! How can Fengyi be so loaded! I opened my mouth, but suddenly I didn't know what to say. Bai Zheng didn't like him at all. If it wasn't for him to know the whereabouts of the Yihu tribe, I'm afraid it would be the same fate as his people. Think of here, the eye color of Ma Li is dark. As long as Bai Zheng still needs to use him, he will not be abandoned. Feng Yijian glanced at Ma Li and said, "little Lord, Ma Li's sacrifice seems to have misunderstood me. I want to explain it to him." Bai Zheng seemed a little impatient and scratched his hair irritably. "What's the explanation? If he is willing to misunderstand, let him misunderstand. With my support, are you still afraid of him? " Feng Yi pretends to be helpless and follows Bai Zheng away. Ma Li stood in the same place for a moment, and then he went to the city. There was no beast soldier to stop him. It was only because he made Bai Zheng unhappy that Bai Zheng intended to teach him a lesson, so he didn't let the beast soldiers take him to the place where he lived until dark and gave him some food. Lying on the stone bed, looking at the roof built by vegetation and recalling the barbecue he had for dinner, Mali felt that this was the life he wanted! He will work hard! Try to stay with Bai Zheng, even if he is not liked... Look at the other side. Bai Zheng in a bunch of bright torch, holding a brush, in a piece of animal skin hook what to spend. When he was in the wilderness, he was forced to swear to the beast God that he would not tell everything he had experienced in the wilderness, so he could leave safely. But the patriarch and saint of the Yihu tribe never thought that there were words in their country. Although he could not speak, he could write!