"There's wine there, it seems to be pretty good!" Just when He Luotu looked at Zheng Ming's figure in a daze, Zheng Ming's words sounded in his ears. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He Luotu followed quickly, the heir determined by the Demon Lord, this is almost the savior of the Demon Rong in He Luotu's heart, and there must be no problems.

When He Luotu caught up with Zheng Ming, he found Zheng Ming sitting in front of a bonfire, eating meat and drinking a lot.

The wine is water wine, and the meat is ordinary beast meat, these things are absolutely incompatible with a Dharma king like Zheng Ming!

But Zheng Ming, who was sitting in front of the bonfire, was holding an unknown beast leg bone in one hand and a big wrist with a missing hole in the other.

"Young man, looking at you like this, you are not from my Demon Rong clan, but you can eat and drink with confidence, our Liuhua Department likes to entertain guests the most!" A middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties laughed heartily while drinking with the person opposite: "As long as you come to us, you are friends!"

"Hehe, Man Du is right, as long as they come to us, they are all friends!"

A man who was as thin as a leopard swallowed the palm-sized meat in his hand into his mouth, laughed and said, "Good man, you have to eat more!"

The rough dancing and the burning of the bonfire made the whole party full of wild atmosphere, which He Luotu was very familiar with.

Back then, he also attended this kind of party.

However, at this time, seeing this kind of gathering, He Luotu's eyes were astringent, and the reason why this happened was not because he recalled all kinds of things in the past.

As a qualified guard, He Luotu instantly suppressed his emotions, he wanted to ensure Zheng Ming's safety, and he must not be distracted by this kind of thing.

His gaze fell on Zheng Ming's body again, Zheng Ming at this time, if it weren't for the different clothes he was wearing, He Luotu even thought that this was a young man from the Demon Rong clan.

He gulped down wine, talked and laughed loudly with people, and even the whole person, giving people a feeling of intimacy and integration.

He Luotu didn't understand why Zheng Ming came here, let alone how Zheng Ming, as a Dharma King, could be mixed into this little happiness.

In the middle of the moon, Zheng Ming joined the carnival crowd, dancing with them in a seemingly undisciplined but natural dance, and singing loudly with those ordinary mortals.

I don't know when it began, there have been young and enthusiastic girls surrounding Zheng Ming in the middle, they danced their wildest dance, and in front of Zheng Ming, they showed their most beautiful posture.

The wild cheers shook the sky. But at this moment, Zheng Ming just smiled faintly, he danced lightly twice, and then withdrew from the dance.

"Haha, at the bonfire festival, it's not a good habit to reject a girl's heart!" The man named Man Du laughed when he saw this, and said to Zheng Ming with a playful face.

At this time, Zheng Ming felt that his mind had soared high, and he looked down at these people, but in his heart, there was a feeling of seeming nothingness.

"You are laughing, but there is great sorrow in your eyes. Zheng Ming looked at Man Du and said softly: "If joy needs to be shared with friends, then sorrow, can you also let friends share it?"

He took a big sip of wine, and then laughed and said, "What's so sad, haha, I'll go to them to fight for wine." ”

The cheerful dance, along with the wild dance of a group of young women, pushed the atmosphere to a climax, but between this prosperity and enthusiasm, Zheng Ming felt a kind of sadness, a deep sadness.

Man Du was drinking like crazy, the thin man was comparing his strength with a stout man, and there were even a few men who had drunk Zheng Ming, who were doing what they liked in a noisy manner at this time.

Zheng Ming has the magic power of his heart, but at this moment, he has no intention of performing this kind of exercise, it is not that Zheng Ming is hypocritical, but Zheng Ming at this time, there is a kind of reluctance in his heart.

"Big brother, are you from far, far away?" a voice broke Zheng Ming's deep groan.

This is a child, a child wearing a small coat of animal skin, looking pink, and it looks a little similar to Zheng Xiaoxuan back then.

Zheng Ming, who had thoughts in his heart, broke through and calmed down at this moment, he stretched out his hand, gently pinched the child's little face, and said softly: "Yes, my brother is from a far away." ”

"That'...... Then you don't have to go through the autumn hunt?" the little girl was full of anticipation when she asked this question.

Looking at the eyes that were as pure as water, Zheng Ming's expression became softer and softer, and he said softly: "We don't have autumn hunting there." ”

"It's great, if only our family could live where you live, so Daddy wouldn't have to participate in the autumn hunt. ”

When the little girl said this, her eyes were full of yearning.

Although Zheng Ming was reluctant to use his heart communication, at this moment, he couldn't help but show his heart to the little girl.

At this moment, what came into Zheng Ming's heart was an incomparably pure heart, and in this small heart, there was only one thought, that is, not to make his mother sad.

The girl's mother, standing not far away, did not pay attention to her child, but just looked at a man who did not look too stout.

The man was gulping down, and he looked a little crazy!

"The wind is up, the autumn hunt is coming, and the strong man is gone and never looks back!" A thick singing voice suddenly sounded at this moment.

It was at this moment that Zheng Ming knew from the heart of the singing man what autumn hunting was!

Autumn hunting is a bloody battle between two tribes, there is no marching formation, only crazy fighting, and in this kind of fighting, in the end, there are only a hundred places to live.

Therefore, in the eyes of these tribal men, the autumn hunt is a journey of death with no return.

And this crazy gathering is actually a send-off for these people who are destined to never return.

They are about to leave their loved ones and never return.

Zheng Ming can feel deep grief from the hearts of these people, which is a great sorrow, and it is also a grief from the bottom of his heart.

At the same time, in the heart of the little girl's mother, he felt a kind of determination, a kind of determination to die.

"Eighteen years ago, my father died in the autumn hunt, and now you are going to die in the autumn hunt again, this autumn hunt, when is it a head!"

"I must not, let the child repeat my own path!"

In the pocket of the woman's clothes, there was a small bottle of wine, which was very small, but it contained the woman's secret poison.

With just one drop, you can leave without any worries.

At the moment when Zheng Ming looked at the woman, the woman seemed to have made up her mind, and she walked lightly towards the little girl standing not far from Zheng Ming.

Her steps were light, but her expression was full of determination.

"Xiu'er, let's go home, they will be good for a while. The woman took the little girl's hand lovingly and said softly.

This is a gentle woman, but her determination is shocking.

Although the little girl was a little reluctant, she still followed the woman very meekly and prepared to leave, and at the moment when she turned around, she waved her fleshy arm vigorously towards Zheng Ming: "Goodbye, brother." ”

At this moment, the little girl's smile is so bright and cute.

Zheng Ming instinctively walked towards the little girl, that is, in an instant, he came to the little girl's side, gently held the little girl's hand, and solemnly promised: "This autumn hunt will not happen." ”

"Moreover, your family can live happily together. ”

The woman looked at Zheng Ming with wide eyes, unable to believe her ears.

"Big brother, are you telling the truth, the autumn hunt is gone, and Daddy doesn't have to participate in the autumn hunt anymore!" the little girl shouted loudly, with tears in her bright eyes.

The noisy singing and dancing, at this moment, suddenly stopped, and everyone who heard the little girl's shout stopped.

They looked at the little girl cheering loudly in disbelief, and in their eyes, what flashed was doubt, disbelief, questioning, and surprise......

Zheng Ming nodded heavily and said, "Yes, from now on, there will be no autumn hunting in Morong Prefecture!"

Man Du, who had just drunk with Zheng Ming, walked over slowly, he looked at Zheng Ming, and said with a hint of drunkenness in his voice: "Haha, brother, you are so relieved of our hearts, thank you, it's just that you can't listen to this joke!"

Zheng Ming was not angry at Man Du's questioning, because from this man's tone, Zheng Ming heard more gloom than ridicule.

Mandu's words made the crowd full of hope and instantly shattered, agitated again.

At this moment, everything became chaotic again.

"Brother, what Uncle Mandu said is not right, is it?" The little girl pulled Zheng Ming's hand hard, and her voice was begging.

The weak woman had a hopeful smile on her face. But at this moment, she became crumbling.

I am so naïve, a foreigner, I am obviously coaxing a child, how can I believe what I said to coax a child?

Just as the woman was about to leave with a hint of grief in her heart, she heard the young man say, "Of course this is true. ”

"This kind of thing in autumn hunting, from today onwards, no longer exists!"

While speaking, Zheng Ming looked at He Luotu, and he said undoubtedly: "He Luotu, help me stop Qiu Hunt!"

When Zheng Ming said that there would be no autumn hunting from now on, a wave of heat surged in his heart, but he knew in his heart that although Zheng Ming was full of pride, Zheng Ming couldn't do this matter.

Unless, Zheng Ming becomes the real Demon Lord.

"Lord, your command, Herotto is happy to do it for you, but this matter, Heluotu can't do. ”

Speaking of this, He Luotu shouted around: "I am the Great Monarch's guard He Luotu, where is your patriarch?"

He Luotu's voice was like thunder, and his words suddenly quieted down those who had regained their madness.

A middle-aged man in his thirties came from a distance, and this man's cultivation had broken through the Yuefan realm, and there was a feeling of overwhelming power between his gestures.

He looked at the gold token that appeared in He Luotu's hand, and knelt on the ground and said, "Qiu Dao Yuan greets Lord He Luotu!"

"From this day forward, exempt your people from autumn hunting. He Luotu glanced at the kneeling Dao Yuan and said solemnly. (To be continued.) )