After Mulian's words were finished, Songtsan was stunned in place for a long time and did not recover from his senses.

In about twenty minutes, a clansman walked in from outside the cave and said, "Lord Songtsen, the patriarch will let you go." ”

Songtsan was taken aback again, Mulian glanced at him, and said softly: "What to do, it's up to Lord Songtsam, now the tribe is almost all my people, even if something happens, it has nothing to do with you, Lord Songzan." ”

When this sentence came into his ears, Songzan couldn't help but strengthen his determination, nodded with a sigh, and looked at the clansman who came to report the news: "Help me up." ”

The tribesman agreed, glanced at Mu Lian suspiciously, and after helping Songtsan up, he watched the latter take a wooden spear in his hand and use it as a crutch to get out of the cave.

It's just that when he came out of the cave again, Songtsan suddenly stopped and turned his head to look at Mulian: "Call all my clansmen over." ”

Mulian looked up at Songzan's expression, and then nodded in agreement.

Then, Songtsam followed the clansman, but the clansman never knew what Lord Songtsam meant by my clansmen?

After the old patriarch gave up his residence, he was placed in a secluded place in the back mountain, where he could better recuperate from his injuries, and the surrounding trees and rocks could also shelter him from the wind and rain.

When Songtsan arrived, there were only the old patriarch, the witch, and the two old men of the Frost Valley tribe.

These two people are none other than Xue, and Ah Niu and their father.

When he came to him, Songtsan glanced at the witch, and when he saw that the latter had deliberately turned his head, he couldn't help but curse in his heart, and then released his clenched fist and called out softly to his father.

As soon as these words came out, the old patriarch's somewhat distracted eyes gradually focused.

"Son..."

The old patriarch shouted softly.

Songtsam did not respond.

The old patriarch shouted again: "Old, old fat, was he really killed by the warriors?"

Songtsam still did not speak.

The old patriarch was a little anxious in his heart: "Songzan!

When these words were shouted, the old patriarch still had an almost paranoid thought in his heart.

As long as Songtsan said that the fat elder was a thief or something, then, if he tried to chill the witch's heart, he would choose to believe Songtsam.

At this time, the old patriarch was almost confused, and his brain could hardly think.

Facing the roar of the old patriarch, Songtsan suddenly raised his head and said softly: "Everyone is already dead, what's the use of saying this?

When Songzan's words fell, the old patriarch hesitated, but in his heart he was still willing to believe Songzan.

Songzan's resentful gaze swept over the witch and said, "Father, I just want to know what kind of person I am in your heart? Why would you rather trust an outsider than me? I ventured into the Eastern Plains in order to make everyone have something to eat, and I didn't say anything when my hands and feet were broken, after all, this is to do things for the Frost Valley tribe. But father, you don't know anything, so you choose to doubt me, suspect me as my own son. Don't you know the relationship between some people and the thief? She's just deliberately trying to sow discord between the two of us, Father!"

Up until this point, Songtsam had tried to pour dirty water on the witch by playing the emotional card and selling miserably.

And when she listened to Songzan's words, the witch was also taken aback, and said in her heart, why is there such a shameless person?

The thief is enough to be shameless, but compared with Songzan, the thief is as pure as water.

After all, a thief would never make up nonsense to slander others.

At that time, the witch took a step forward angrily, pointed at Songtsam's nose and said, "Songtsam, do you dare to admit it?"

Songtsam looked back at the witch: "What do I admit? Why should I admit it, what do I admit?"

"You !!" The witch was so angry that she suddenly realized that she really had nothing to do with Songtsam.

"All right, you go down, let me say a few words to Songtsen alone. At this time, the old patriarch suddenly said.

The witch, the snow father, and Ah Niu's father looked at it, and they were a little worried that the old patriarch was here alone.

But the old patriarch said, "What are you worried about?

Seeing that the old patriarch lost his temper, the three of them were reluctant to retreat.

When the witch passed by Songzan, the latter suddenly whispered: "Sister Hazel, our business is not finished yet, wait for you." ”

Hearing this, the witch couldn't help but have a stunned look on her face, and when she turned her head to look at Songzan, the latter was already limping towards the old patriarch.

When only the old patriarch and Songtsan were left, the former sighed and said, "Songtsam, there is no one else here now, you tell me, old fat, did you kill it?"

Songtsan bowed his head when he heard this, and there was a fierce confrontation in his heart.

The old patriarch frowned, almost pleading: "Songzan, I just want to hear you tell the truth, is it so difficult? I am your father, will I harm you?"

When this sentence came out, Songtsan suddenly felt a little familiar.

Suddenly, I thought, didn't my father say the same thing before?

It's just that from my own son will not be good for me, to if I am your father, I will harm you.

Songtsan nodded, a look of relief on his face.

As a father, I don't know if the old patriarch will harm Songzan, but as a son, whether Songtsan will harm the old patriarch, I can't say for sure.

"Father, what if I say that I killed that dead fat man?"

Just this sentence hit the old patriarch's mind like a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

"Song, Songzan, you, you say it again!!"

Although he had been mentally prepared, the moment the words fell, the old patriarch was still a little unacceptable.

For a moment, he just felt as if he had misheard, and looked at Songtsan incredulously and asked.

Songtsan squatted down, picked up the wooden spear in his hand and rested it on his lap, and said softly: "Father, you are old, Frost Valley Tribe, you are no longer suitable to be the patriarch. ”

The old patriarch opened his eyes: "Songzan! What do you mean!"

Songtsan looked down at his broken hands and feet, and said, "Don't you understand, father, when your affection is no longer able to make the thief give in, what use do you have?"

The old patriarch's eyes widened suddenly.

Songtsan grabbed the wooden spear with his other hand and plunged it into the old patriarch's chest, and with a popping sound, Songtsan followed and said, "Father, I'll tell you the truth." Actually, I've been wandering for so long, and I've already joined the Qingfeng tribe. This time, when I came back, I also took the task of the Qingfeng Patriarch, and I came back to unify so many tribes in a large mountain range with the help of the Frost Valley tribe. At the beginning, seeing so many clansmen from the Frost Valley Tribe, I thought this mission would be easy. But what do you do, Father, and let the thief not be killed, and watch him flee to the Eastern Plains without taking into account the feelings of that old bastard of Babu. If, in the first place, you had asked me to lead someone to kill the two bastards, Ah Ju and Ji Thief, so many things would not have happened below. ”

Feeling the rapid flow of vitality from his chest, the old patriarch opened his mouth with a sigh, panting incessantly, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

"Father, since you are useless to me, you say, what am I keeping you for?"

The old patriarch couldn't stop crying down his eyes: "Songzan, you..."

What else can the old patriarch say at this time? All his thoughts are for his son, and for the sake of his son, the old patriarch even has the courage to break with Ji Thief, the pillar of the Frost Valley tribe.

For the sake of his son, the old patriarch even had the courage to bring himself two spears.

You must know that with the physical fitness of the old patriarch, these two spears almost killed him.

But for the sake of his son, the old patriarch still resisted stubbornly.

Even, in order to give his son a better build of the Frost Valley tribe, he went to the Eastern Plains with an injury and begged the thief to allow him to enter the Eastern Plains.

Who is he doing all this for? Not for his son Songtsen?

But what did you get back?

A wooden spear, a vicious heart, and a good son with a wolf's heart and dog's lungs.

With a snap, the old patriarch's raised hand slapped weakly on Songzan's shoulder, and he gasped for breath, except for despair, there was only regret left in his eyes.