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Hua Rong hesitated, she did not know how to answer.

Zha He was even more anxious: "The little boys, I will definitely be loyal to little prince, take care of him, I will not let anyone hurt him. Furthermore, there's no meaning for me to return to Yanjing. Even if I don't have a family member, I won't miss the Yanjing at all.

Hua Rong could only nod her head.

Seeing that she agreed to stay, Zha He touched his head in joy. Hua Rong laughed softly and caressed his son's face, saying in a very gentle tone, "Zha He, don't call him little prince anymore. Just Wen Long."

Zha He rubbed his hands together, and said repeatedly: "Alright, alright, alright, being the son of the Fourth Prince is also nothing, in the future, I will call him Wen Long."

Early morning of the second day, Tuo Tuoyang hurried over with Da She accompanying him. It was only then that Hua Rong noticed that Tuo Tuoyang was different from the others. He was actually wearing a robe made from palm tree leaves, not a colorful tattoo.

By the stream in the forest, a beheaded palm tree was lying in a blazing bonfire, thick smoke was coming out of it. Some of the juice flowed down the branches and gave off a wine smell. The floor was covered with a few large leaves that were used to make a boat barrel. Lu Wenlong was placed inside, with all of his clothes taken off, the dripping juice had almost completely soaked him in it.

Tuo Tuoyang held a few black medicinal herbs in his hand and placed them on top of the fire. When the herbs touched the fire, they immediately combusted, releasing a strange smell, which quickly dissolved into a black liquid. It mixed with the palm tree juice, as though it was mixed with a black ink. Because of Tuo Tuoyang's instructions, only Da She and Hua Rong were allowed to enter.

At this time, Tuo Tuoyang suddenly stood up, his eyes revealing a fierce light. Hua Rong was shocked, she anxiously said: "Quickly go, Tuo Tuoyang wants to do something."

Hua Rong had always felt that their doctor was strange, and seeing Da She's expression, she did not dare to leave easily. However, Tuo Tuoyang waved his hand with even more exhaustion, while his expression became even more terrified.

Hua Rong had no choice but to leave with him.

Once they reached the forest, Da She immediately said: "Leader, I'm sorry, Tuo Tuoyang has never let anyone witness his actions."

Hua Rong was still worried, "Will it work?"

Da She was full of confidence, "Yes, of course. Tuo Tuoyang is the most experienced witch doctor in our clan, he has cured many people. "

Hua Rong had no choice but to sit under the tree and wait for time to pass.

From morning until dusk, Hua Rong could no longer sit still. She tried to stand up a few times, but held it in. Her son's life and death was uncertain, and she held some doubts towards the Witch Doctor's treatment methods. If this continued, what would happen if she were to kill him?

Seeing that the sun was about to set, she could no longer resist, and Da She had no way to stop her, he could only bite the bullet and accompany her forward, but as they approached the mouth of the creek, they heard intense panting and the two of them stopped, it was from Tuo Tuoyang, he seemed to be exhausted of his Profound Qi, falling onto the ground, as he panted heavily, like a stone ox, the business was extremely shocking.

Hua Rong turned pale with fright, and anxiously rushed forward, Da She also rushed forward, and the two of them ran in, but Tuo Tuoyang sat up, and just as he was about to say something, he heard a weak voice, "Mother … "Mom …"

This voice was simply like the sound of nature. Her tears fell and her legs went limp as she kneeled on the grass. A youth dressed entirely in black, who was dressed in a palm robe and had a weak aura was lying beside Tuo Tuoyang.

Hua Rong's face was covered with tears. Without bothering to thank Tuo Tuoyang, she hugged his son as tears flowed down her face, "Son, you're finally awake!"

"Mommy! Mommy!"

Lu Wenlong raised his hand, wanting to touch her face, but could not. Hua Rong raised his son's hand, tightly held onto his own face, and laughed at the same time while crying: "Son, you're finally awake, are you hungry? What do you want to eat? Do you want some water? "Mom, all of them are for you …"

Lu Wenlong laughed, closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

Hua Rong panicked: "Son, what's wrong with you son?"

"He had just woken up and was very weak. He had fallen asleep. Just rest for a few days. "

Hua Rong heaved a sigh of relief and embraced his son, then looked at Tuo Tuoyang and thanked him quickly. Tuo Tuoyang did not reply, and did not need Da She's support. He stood up, and his body swayed a few steps, and just when Hua Rong was worried that he would fall down, he stood firmly, and walked far away with large strides.

Da She was extremely happy as he looked at Lu Wenlong, "Leader, your son is fine, let's go back."

He hugged him with great effort. However, when Da She asked to help her carry him, she was filled with joy, and resolutely shook her head. No matter how heavy it was, he would still be happy to carry him.

In front of him, Zha He was anxiously waiting. When he saw Hua Rong carrying the completely black Lu Wenlong, he immediately came over and was both surprised and happy. "The little boys, Wen Long woke up?"

Hua Rong was ecstatic, she gasped for breath: "Wake up, Wen Long is awake."

When she opened her mouth, her hands loosened up, almost unable to hold the child. Zha He quickly took it and placed it in the basket he prepared beforehand and brought it to the tree house.

Da She was also very excited, he anxiously asked his family members to prepare meat and wine, to celebrate tonight.

After settling down his son, it was already completely dark. A huge bonfire was lit in the square under the tree, and all of the clansmen sat around the bonfire, singing and dancing. The meat of all kinds of wild boars and wild sheep was cooked and stored in a huge earthen jar. The fragrance of meat assaulted the nostrils and everyone was free to eat. It was extremely enjoyable.

Hua Rong sat on top of the fire. Even though she had been worried and running for many days, at this moment, she was completely exhausted. She drank a big bowl of coarse sweet wine and felt her appetite expand. After eating their fill, they looked into the bonfire. Da She was currently dancing happily with a man and woman, and it was a very distinct kind of tap dancing. The wild people held onto their bamboo spears, symbolizing their victory in battle.

She suddenly thought of the history book about the Great Harmony Society. A few thousand years ago, whether it was in the Central Plains or the other realms, everyone was still barbarians. How good it was then!

She held the wine bowl in her hand and took a sip. The light of the flames illuminated her face completely, and it could be said that this was the happiest day for her after Yue Pengju died. Her son had awoken, and in this instant, he was together with these barbarians.

Isn't life a kind of happiness?

If Wen Long woke up, wouldn't it be perfect if he added another Little Tiger head?

She suddenly cheered in her heart. The head of the Little Tiger had never missed her son so urgently before. To have him by his side, to take care of him, to protect him, to personally watch him grow; that was the blood and bone of Penga. To look at him was like looking at the face of Penga. He himself had to fulfill his duty as a mother! Wang Junhua was dead, Qin Gui wanted to kill, Zhao Deji also wanted to kill, but, a son was also very important, right? Revenge was important, as was the future of their sons.

"Mother, my mother …"

The sound of the Little Tiger's head pierced through his eardrums. The impatient Li Tinglan — his own son, how could he let the King Qin and his wife take responsibility? They may already have their own children, the Little Tiger's head, they must take care of!

Zha He was dancing with the wild people when he suddenly ran over to see her sitting beside the bonfire. He was full of smiles and deep in thought, his hair hanging down, covering half of his eyes. At this moment, she was still dressed in his neat clothes. There was no paint on her entire body, and the hand that supported her face was so white, he was completely different from the savages of this world.

He did not know why his heart was beating so fast. His voice was light, as if he was looking at a noble queen.

Hua Rong raised her head, looked at him, and suddenly stretched out his hand. Like those female savage s, they grabbed his hand and laughed heartily, "Zha He, I am really happy today, happier than Da She and the others …"

As Zha He was pulled by her, he only felt his hands tremble and his footsteps float lightly. He could only see countless men and women, countless green bamboo spears, and countless flames … However, all of this couldn't cover up such a bright smile. It was like a red morning glow, a bright sunset. It was too beautiful to bear …

As though his heart had flown to the clouds, he suddenly heard her gentle voice, "Zha He, I'm going to fetch my son. I'm going to bring back the Little Tiger's head. I will take good care of him and Wen Long … "

Zha He only nodded with a silly smile, unable to hear what she was saying at all. He could only see his bright and beautiful face and moving lips, brimming with vitality under the firelight.

It was already deep into the night.

The moonlight shined on the treehouse, making the shadows of the trees dance in the air, making them seem like mirrors. Hua Rong sat by the window, holding his son's hands to his chest and listening to his son's calm breathing. Her heart was surprisingly calm. After taking the child with him, Jin Wushu would definitely not let it go, and even if she wanted to return the child to him, that was also impossible, as long as she had Ye Lvguanyin, the child would definitely not be able to live. How on earth was she going to get the baby?

After many years of wandering, he desperately wanted powerful strength. And Da She Tribe was the only bargaining chip on his shoulders for him to become strong. Moreover, his collaboration with Jin Wushu had come to an end. He had to kill Qin Gui and Zhao Deji himself. With just Da She's clan as a barbarian, how could he protect himself and his sons, and then develop and strengthen himself?

Her heart warmed as she suddenly thought of Pengju. Ever since he led the Da She Tribe in battle, he had subconsciously used his husband's tactics. Peng Gao had won a hundred battles, he had deployed his troops and set up a formation. He had the assistance of a god. She had followed him for so many years, but at this moment, she could only bitterly think back to the scenes of those classic battles: the sea battles, the water battles in the courtyard, the Yan City, the great victories of the Zhu Xian Town … He had seen everything with his own eyes.

She almost jumped up and slapped her head, she had actually forgotten something so big! There was her grandson's military strategy, why not there was Yue Pengju's military strategy now? Pengju hurried away, not having enough time to complete it. Why didn't he inherit his will and complete these things for him?

Inside the bag was a paper, pen, ink and paper that he had sneakily brought out from Fourth Prince's tent long ago. He had originally planned to develop Da She Tribe. She took out a pen and paper, spread it on the table, and focused on his thoughts. He put down the pen, not daring to lightly write for a while. And what was the name of this book? Peng Manipulation Art? Yue Clan's military strategy? Yue Hua's military strategy? Thinking about the latter, she couldn't help but laugh. When her husband was still alive, he would always discuss everything with his. The couple never had any reservations or grudges. They were so blissful and happy.

Ai, if there was an afterlife!