C11

"Speak, why are you looking for me?" "Don't tell me you came running in with the smell of meat..."

It had already been ten minutes and there were no signs of poison dying from the broken teeth. Chu Feng had a new understanding of his own abilities, but naturally, he would not say anything good about the broken teeth.

"Hehehe, third claw, we already know about your situation. How can a few pieces of meat be considered as a godly horse for you? After you took over the property of Kui Tu, didn't that mean you could eat as much meat as you wanted? I, Ah Da, have said that you're the most impressive person in the entire tribe … "

"Oh? No one dares to offend me? " The broken tooth did not discover anything. All of his attention was placed between his legs, and the skin on his thigh was the most tender part of his body. The friction between the two pieces of dried meat was very uncomfortable, and he wanted to take it out very much, but he was afraid that Feng Feiyun would take it back.

If he had known that he was worried that he would snatch the young brother's dried meat back from his hands, he would have stuffed the dried meat into the chrysanthemum with the broken teeth without a doubt.

"The incisor …" Feng Feiyun suddenly opened his eyes wide and stared at the entangled incisors, causing them to involuntarily pinch his lower lip. Tight chrysanthemum, two hands to cover the younger brother, panic-stricken to see the peak.

"Do you want more dried meat?" It was one of the rules of survival for the people of the wilderness, one must never trust the promises of others. The sky would never drop the jujube cake, and the only thing that would fall from the sky was the stone. Eating the food in the stomach was the only real thing, no matter how much there was in front of them, if they couldn't eat it, it would just be empty talk.

Swish … The Tusk Blade fiercely stabbed into the ground right in front of Fang's legs. The ferocious look in his eyes was enough to make Fang's heart pound in fear.

"If you don't want to eat it, you have to give it to me …" He had already understood the rules of survival for the Black Claw Tribe, so he did not say anything about retreating. He just wanted to scare people, so scared that if they thought of his name, they would be terrified. Could it be an accident the day after tomorrow?

Most of the disasters caused by the sandstorm were linked effects on the winter, such as the destruction of the house, the removal of the dunghill, the lack of fuel, and the scraping of the jujube fields into the ground. Fodder that did not harvest or survive the winter, as well as sand accumulated under the walls, would create all sorts of defensive loopholes.

The damage brought by the sandstorm was great, but it could only kill those who had their houses destroyed. The houses of the Black Claw Tribe were very strong, and the losses of their people weren't heavy, but the Black Claw Tribe were willing to lose more people.

Their houses were the strongest and had the most stocked stock. Even the livestock were also the most abundant, so, the ones who were sad and depressed were always the 80% of the people in the lower echelons of the boundary line.

The sand on the street was much less, and the tired legs of the Chenu were still trembling. Under the urging of the whip, they still completed their hard work, but when the summit passed by them coldly, even if there was little Chenu, who was similar to the red sand, he did not stop them. The whole society was in this abnormal state, what method did he have to reverse the flow?

Suddenly, Red Sand's entire body tightened. A whip viciously lashed out at her, and she couldn't help but close her eyes, not even daring to dodge.

"Pah …" With a crisp sound, the whip landed on the scarred arm of the red sand. The red sand abruptly opened his eyes and looked at the mountain peak in front of her with surprise.

"Yes …" "I'm sorry, my three claws, but the tribe says that all the chi-nu of the tribe's warriors must be removed from the sand …" The owner of the red sand was the one who should not be provoked. The tribe warriors who lashed out with their whips backed off a little as they tried to defend themselves.

Even he could not withstand the whip, much less the red sand as thin as a porcelain bowl. He had no doubt that if the whip were to hit the red sand, it would definitely make her vomit blood.

"Am I a brave warrior of the tribe?" Tall Peak tightly gripped the hilt of his Fangs Blade and stepped forward. He then moved forward and tried to force his way towards the Horde Warrior. However, his left hand quietly touched the hilt of his saber.

"Servants have no right to have a slave …" The other warrior saw the madness and irritation in Feng Feiyun's eyes, and he couldn't help but step forward to resolve the conflict between Feng Feiyun and Feng Zhiling.

"Am I accompanying you?" Everyone knew that regardless of whether or not Feng Tong passed the exam, he was still a brave warrior of the tribe. This was simply a deceitful identity, a status that no one could pass, and it made everyone feel at a loss.

"This …" The Horde Warriors retreated. He was no longer able to intervene. The special position of the peak had caused the tribe's rules to become BUG. The fact that the peak could still challenge any warrior was a huge issue.

"Remember, only this one time. The next time, you'll be fighting me …" There was still a big goal waiting for him. The tribesman said while nodding and bowing, "Sanqiao is looking for someone to challenge today. He's a bit hot-tempered, so don't take it to heart."

The tribe warriors' faces turned green at the half-persuasion and half-boasting, but the barbarians didn't know how to apologize. They looked deeply at the proud and unruly peak for a moment before turning around and walking away.

Red Sand puffed out her chest as she walked behind the broken tooth. Looking at the peak of silence from afar, she felt a surge of happiness in her heart, happier than if she had eaten her fill. She decided to cherish this feeling forever and never forget it.

"Uncle Gan Zi, Uncle Gan Zi …." "Are you there or not …"

The cold expression on Feng Zhiling's face thawed as soon as he reached his door. It was as if his face had changed. He revealed a friendly smile, which stunned Fang Fangfang. He wondered if Feng Zhiling was a ghost at this moment.

Lying by the window, Yang Zi stared at the smiling peak in shock. His heart flashed across Big Claw's mother's harsh lips. He scratched her smooth forehead in confusion, "Could it be, that it's really just a barbecue?"

If Feng Zhiling angrily rushed over, he would find a place to hide. As long as he survived today, the assessment would be reopened. At that time, Feng Zhiling wouldn't have the qualification to challenge him, but … Was it because of something else?

The corner of Feng Feiyun's mouth was smiling as he tried to squint his eyes to express his goodwill. However, in his heart, he was cursing this cunning old fox.

After hesitating for a while, he saw little Chenu who was looking around behind the peak and suddenly felt that he understood that only clan warriors could have a Chenu, and the servants only had their own rations. For these children, fifteen or sixteen years old, the daily rations were evenly distributed among the tribe, and there couldn't be any leftovers, so they should be here to ask for food for Chenu.

After thinking it through, he opened the door and walked out affectionately. He said to Feng Ji, "Ha, at least you have good eyes. You know you have a difficult time coming to find uncle …"

"That's right, your nephew wanted to eat meat, but he doesn't have any livestock. Isn't this asking Uncle Yang for some meat?" Feng Zhiling smilingly pointed the Tusk Blade straight at the tip of his nose and spoke in a friendly tone. As he retreated with a strange expression on his face, Luo Zi's face turned pale, but she was blind from being pecked all day.

"Do you think I won't give you meat if you want to eat it? "Why are you doing this …" He wanted to touch the Fangs Blade that had not been touched for who knows how many years, but he couldn't muster up the courage to do so. Peak was the age of hot-bloodedness.

"We're all family, it's better if I take it myself. If the meat Uncle Gan gave me gets eaten and breaks my stomach, I'll blame it on you."

With Feng Zhiling's words, Feng Zhiling had given up all hope. He forced a smile, pulled out his blade, and said to Feng Zhiling: "It's better to be greedy, let's fight..." Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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