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"Pah …" Black Claw viciously slapped Big Claw's face, causing Big Claw to tremble in fear. He covered his face, not knowing what had happened, but still stared angrily at the calm and collected Second Elder.

"As a warrior of the tribe, Kui Tu was killed by his servant. If he dies well, then the tribe will have a rule that allows him to challenge the warriors of the tribe. Victory will win all the warriors of the tribe. From today onwards, Kui Tu's property belongs to Three Claws. No one is allowed to object …"

This would involve the internal conflict between the successors, but there was another rule that made Feng Feng Feng's heart relax. At least he didn't have to go against Black Claw now, because the reason why he didn't use his pistol was because it might get stuck in the sand, and one mistake …

He couldn't help but kick Kui Tu's head hard, causing his round head to roll out. Feng Feiyun felt a wave of disgust, and when he turned around and saw little Servant Qi standing still on the spot, he became even more agitated. If he was a thug, why did he save this little rascal?

"Come here …" Little Chenu's eyes were not afraid or hesitant, but like a moving puppet, he walked up to the peak and grabbed little Chenu's crotch, then he undid his grip as if it was scalding hot, turned around and walked out of the peak unnaturally without saying anything.

Little Chenu didn't move or dodge, instead he watched the peak of the mountain walk out. He rolled his eyes and picked up the two fangs from the ground, and then he took off Kui Tu's pants and chased after the peak.

Just now, he had wanted to find out whether little Chenu was a man or a woman, but the result proved that little Chenu was a girl, which made him feel ashamed in his heart. This kind of shame made him forget his previous confusion, just like a pervert on a bus who wanted to run away after being called a pervert by others.

Just now in his room, he had already forgotten about the despairing sandstorm. The sandstorm had passed, but it had left an indelible scar on the Black Claw Tribe, and they only saw large areas of houses collapsing, and the streets were filled with sand that was more than two meters tall, like a new wall. The entire Black Claw Tribe was like a forgotten ancient city in the desert, filled with piles of sand.

It wasn't just the water well, the servants who climbed up from the rooftops also didn't have the heart to look at the peak with greedy eyes. They used their hands and tools to clean up the sand in front of the gate.

Little Chenu stood beside the peak and looked out at a place where her former home had been destroyed in a sandstorm and where she was the only survivor, which meant that from now on she had lost her master, her unpalatable source of food, and even less shelter in a pile of dung.

"How are we going to survive without dung? Without something to start a fire on, we can only wait to freeze to death in the winter …"

"The sand has blown everything away. I wonder how Sha ZaoTian is doing outside …"

"It all depends on how well the tribe has reaped from this battle. If we can get something out of this, winter will not be difficult …"

"Two of our three sons have been blown away. I wonder if the other one will become a brave warrior …"

Walking through the sandy streets, their ears ringing with the voices of busy tribesmen talking to themselves or each other, they were all worried about the sandstorm. The women's emotions, the grief hanging on their faces, the men's tenacity … even if they lost their sons, they wouldn't lose control.

Hearing these words, Feng Ji became like an outsider, expressionlessly walking towards his own shack. The only thing he was worried about was whether his shack was safe and sound. The sorrow of the tribe had nothing to do with him. There was no point in connecting the life and death of the others with him. From the beginning until now, he had never considered himself part of the tribe.

A figure appeared in his eyes, the broken spear in his hand, the pestle there, the name of the three claws in his mouth. Seeing the anxious look on the man's face, Feng Feiyun's heart warmed up, the broken teeth was the person he had the most relationship with in this world, unlike little Chenu, who was an accidental product, respected his heart and saved little Chenu, and when he was about to suffocate, little Chenu also saved himself.

"Ha, Three Claws, I knew you weren't dead, eh? Wasn't this little bastard the same as before? And she survived? "

His mouth was like a machine gun as he rushed to the side of the peak. He was surprised to see little Chenu carrying the two fangs, and of course, the red fangs was also one aspect of the knife, so he coughed, but he didn't know how to arrange this little girl, she was dirty and couldn't be seen clearly. He rolled his eyes and said to the fangs:

"Didn't you want a woman? I'll just give her to you … "

"Don't …" It's not like you don't know what I like. "Just give me the Tusk Blade, and I'll give it back to you when I'm lucky. If it doesn't work out, I'll steal it while Ah Da is asleep, and I'll pay with everything I've got …"

Hearing the reason for the broken teeth gave him a headache. He really wanted to tell the broken teeth that he would give them to the little girl as a gift and to the Zhangs Blade, but he knew that doing so much would arouse their suspicions, so he decided not to speak any further and threw a fang knife to the broken teeth. Like he was going to his own house, he left the broken teeth to stroke the knife happily.

If this place was gone, then his only property in the Black Claw Tribe would be gone. After clearing away the sand in front of the door, he would walk into the small nest, and then he would feel a strong sense of tiredness, the wounds all over his body would begin to hurt, and he would uncontrollably rush to the bed that was also covered in sand, where he would sleep.

He slept until the next morning. As the sound of people clearing the sand came from outside the house, he suddenly opened his eyes and stared blankly at the hole in the ceiling. Last night was the only dreamless sleep he had in this world, which made him slightly uncomfortable, as if he had already become one with Three Claws.

As he lazily lay on the bed, he couldn't help but break out in cold sweat as he recalled the danger he had faced yesterday. Soon after, he felt a burning hunger in his stomach. Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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