"You!" said to King Kong in the night, he had some admiration for this guy's face, so he could say it generously.

"You're fucking shameless!" Sky King Kong concluded.

"It's because you're not confident!" Eighth Prince Zhu Liyang sneered, "You actually know, the Night King Kong Clan can't produce a king, you are all prostrate at the feet of God, even if you are a king, you are just a pseudo-king, and you are just a puppet of God." ”

Ye Wuji, the young patriarch of the Dark Night King Kong Clan, showed a slightly bitter expression, as if he was thinking through by Zhu Liyang.

"Although the Terrans are bastards, they are slightly better than the other races," Ye Wuji said, but he immediately raised his head, denied what he had just said, and bragged with a clap in the chest:

"You are talking nonsense, if there is really a king in the Great Wilderness, it can only and will only belong to our Night King Kong clan, our Night King Kong clan does not agree, who dares to claim the title of king in the Great Wilderness? I don't kill him because I hope that the Great Wilderness can produce a king! The Great Wilderness should be a place where talents are produced, and there should be a king!"

"Are you so confident?" the stout man of the Terran put Yang Xuan on his shoulder, mocked the Night King Kong and said, "The young master of the Night King Kong Clan is very ambitious and broad-minded, no wonder, no wonder!"

"Yes, after all, we are immortals, and we have noble blood, so we can't be like you. "Ye Wuji is a summer worm who can't speak of ice to Zhu Liyang.

Although the two big guys are full of words, the more they talk, the more speculative they become, just now they were life and death against each other, and now they are hooking their shoulders.

In front of a bonfire, the Terran and the Night King Kong were chatting happily, and there were Terran boys sleeping on the side, if it weren't for the injuries on their bodies and the colors, the picture would be very warm, and it would be publicized everywhere by the gods of the Great Wilderness, saying that it was a model of racial harmony.

"Dreams?" said the Night King Kong, taking a sip of wine, looking up at the stars in the sky, "The dream of our ancestors for generations is to restore the glory of our clan in the legend, when our clan lived in the heavenly court above the nine heavens. ”

"Do you believe it?" said the stout man of the Terrans, pulling the bonfire with a tree, which became brighter, "how do you know the legend is true? Are you sure it's not a bedtime story?"

The Night King Kong ignored the stout Terran man who raised the bar with him, they were now used to talking to each other, they were all laughing at each other, talking to themselves, but they kept talking, he took another sip of wine and said:

"But it's not my dream, my dream is to build houses, to be able to build many, many houses, more than the houses in your human cities, better, bigger, I build a big house, warm in winter and cool in summer, tall and majestic. “

Then the beastly creature stood up, indulged in his dream, and chanted softly:

"The mountains are towering and green, and the sky is heavy above; Heting Zhuzhu, the lingering of the poor island, Guidian Lan Palace, the posture of the mountains. “

The stout man raised his hands, shook them in front of his eyes, and mocked: "Big brother, wake up, wake up, you are the young master of the Dark Night King Kong clan, you Night King Kong skin is thick and thick, what kind of house and palace do you want, not to mention the storm, snow and hail, even the knife can't hurt you, the whole sky and the earth are your house." ”

Then, he went on to strike: "Besides, you are not a poet, you are just a big boss, and you Night King Kong clan are all big bosses! What good does it do you to know how to recite poetry, and what good does it do to you Night King Kong?"

King Kong of the Night stopped chanting and looked at the stout human man with a look of disdain, an expression of disgust.

The stout man of the human race also looked at the Night King Kong with a look of contempt, as if he was looking at the stupid son of a landlord's family.

"You don't understand the beauty of literature and art. Night King Kong said.

"But do the Night King Kong clan have literature and art?" asked the stout man with a smile.

"I didn't, but I've had it since I was born!" said the young master of the Night King Kong Clan with pride.

The brain circuits of the two guys are not the same at all, but it does not affect their pleasant communication at all.

"Don't ask me what my dream is, I'll quit!" it was the stout man's turn to say his dream, he took a sip of wine, his face flushed, he slowly cut the meat with a knife, and smeared some salt on it, his hand was very steady, not shaking at all, he said slowly.

Night King Kong squirted out a sip of wine and sprayed it on the campfire, and the alcohol caused the bonfire to burst into flames.

"Ever since the iron horsemen of the Lanma tribe trampled on Mt. Arima, I have quit dreaming, and I never dream again. ”

The stout man of the Terrans got drunk and said.

Night King Kong grinned, it was very surprised, it had a lot of questions to ask, but in the end it still didn't speak, waiting for the man to speak for himself.

The stout man of the Terran stared at the bonfire, his eyes became very misty, and his voice was very low, as if he was talking to himself.

"I was ten years old that year, and the snow that night was very heavy, and the iron horses of the Lanma tribe roared from afar at the foot of the Arima Mountain, and there were raging fires everywhere, and people everywhere shouted and neigh.......ed horses."

The Night King Kong didn't speak, he poured himself a sip of wine, and he had also heard the rumors of the eighth prince of the Lanma Division.

"Back then, my dream was to graze at the foot of Youxiong Mountain, there was a large herd of cattle and horses, the cattle were all yellow, the horses were white, the cattle were all strong, and the horses were very tall," the stout man seemed to return to the past, singing the pastoral song he sang back then, "Ele River, under the Yin Mountain." The sky is like a dome, enveloping the four wilderness, the sky is vast, the wilderness is vast, the wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep ......."

His voice was high-pitched and sad, and the pastoral songs of the ancient human race sounded in the barren mountains and mountains.

King Kong listened quietly and drank silently.

He is the young master of the Dark Night King Kong clan, the golden branch and jade leaf, he has never suffered anything, and he grew up in the wings of his parents, but this does not prevent him from understanding this human man who has experienced many vicissitudes.

Although the singing voice of the Terran man is not so beautiful and beautiful, and this man even has some incomplete five tones, but this song exudes an abnormal charm, and the young master of the Dark Night King Kong Clan listens very carefully.

Later, the Terran man laughed at himself and said, "But all dreams were shattered that night, and my father was beheaded by his best brother, and his head was sacrificed by his best brother to the enemy in exchange for the survival of the Lanma tribe and the Terrans, and the wolf lord also withdrew." ”

Night Kong's eyes glowed, he nodded, then shook his head again, sighed, and the light in his eyes dissipated, becoming very gloomy.

"All the races of the Great Wilderness, who is not surviving? Even if the night wolf clan is also surviving, we are also surviving in the dark night King Kong, although the human race is unbearable, but who can be much better than whom?"

The young master of the Dark Night King Kong clan didn't seem to be just comforting this stout man, but he felt something in his heart.

The stout man of Lanmabu ignored him and said to himself, "Since that day, I have forgotten my dreams, and I will never have dreams again......."

Then, he picked up Yang Xuan, stroked Yang Xuan's hair lovingly, and said: "I see this child's eyes, so clear and simple, he is a human race, even if he can't become the king of the Great Wilderness, even if this rumor is deceitful, I will bring him up, and let him have ridiculous and naïve dreams at my age, just like you have the dream of building a big house." ”

King Kong rubbed his unkempt hair like a bird's nest, then tore the collar of his animal skin clothes with one hand, ripped off a small ancient jade pendant from his chest, and threw it to the stout man.

"This is something that has been handed down from the ancestors of my clan," said the Night King Kong, "I hate the human race, but I don't hate you! Even if this child becomes the king of the Great Wilderness, even if this child is not a member of the Night King Kong, I will admit it, this jade pendant is very precious, maybe it will be useful in the future, it is my investment." ”

The ancient jade is very exquisite, and there is a dark night King Kong carved on it that looks up to the sky and roars, which is very realistic and very precious at a glance.

"This is a token of our Night King Kong clan, and with such a jade pendant, even if it is a member of the Night King Kong clan. Night King Kong explained.

"Thank you. The stout man also showed a smile on his face, the Dark Night King Kong is a big force in the Great Wilderness, this is the jade pendant worn by His Royal Highness the Young Master of the Night King Kong, and it is absolutely valuable.

"I don't know what the child brought up by the eighth prince will be like when he grows up. Night King Kong stood up, laughed, and walked away without looking back.

The eighth prince pinched the ancient jade in one hand and held Yang Xuan in the other, he observed this ancient jade carefully, with some smiles in his eyes. Suddenly, he jumped forward, grabbed a young monkey from the opposite cliff, hung Gu Yu around the monkey's neck, and then reported to Yang Xuan, looking at the little monkey he let go with a smile.

Yang Xuan was puzzled, this ancient jade was also a personal gift from that big guy, how could that big guy also be the young master of the Dark Night King Kong clan, how could the things he wore close to him be worth a lot of money, this guy gave it to a little monkey as soon as he turned around?

The little monkey jumped and ran away, Yang Xuan was very puzzled why the eighth prince gave Gu Yu to this little monkey, he heard a slight popping sound, and then saw the monkey fall to the ground without warning, and a raging fire ignited on its body, and there were no bones left in a moment.

Yang Xuan's hairs stood on end, it was too dangerous just now, if the eighth prince hung the ancient jade on himself, then he wouldn't end up like this little monkey?

"Ye Wuji, you really can do it!" the stout man stomped his foot and cursed in the direction of the Night King Kong's disappearance.

"Child, let's see if you can get out of Mengshan, in comparison, this night Wuji is the kindest and most personable one. The stout man flicked Yang Xuan's face and said softly.