Chapter 260: The Miserable Tribe

Liu Xiaoming's gaze moved downward, and under the illumination of the moonlight, the body of the girl Bai Jian was close to his body, his arms were tightly wrapped around his waist, and his cheeks were flushed against his chest.

"Gently, let go of me"

"I won't let go, Lord God, please accept everything from me!"

"Why?"

"Because, you're a man"

"Men?"

"Yes. I've heard adults say that if you want to keep a man, you have to find a girl to keep him. I want you to truly save our tribe and not abandon us like the original gods. Please, stay forever."

"It seems that you still don't trust me? ”

The girl's expression suddenly froze, and her eyes gradually dimmed. It seems that he is right. Gently buried his little face deeper in the chest of the god-sama, and responded softly with a very sorry heart.

"Hmm..."

Liu Xiaoming sighed, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and his eyes were extremely firm at that moment. He smiled bitterly at the corner of his mouth, and put his right hand on the top of the girl's head and stroked it gently.

"The gods also lie and betray their promises. However, I thought ...... My future vows that I will definitely take back your tribe, but the gods have more to save in the future, so they can't stay forever. The future of the tribe depends on you. ”

"However, if you are gone, the remnants of their tribes will surely unite with other tribes and even nations to continue to invade and rob our Ancient Forbidden Lands. ”

A huge amount of information was instilled in Liu Xiaoming's mind, and it seemed that he himself had encountered an interesting unexpected branch this time.

"Gently, trust your two princes charming as they lead the tribe back to the light of day. I'll also help to rid those hostile tribes completely, after all, I'm a god."

"Really?"

The girl lifted her flushed face, and the tears of fear and nervousness unconsciously fell from the corners of her eyes.

"Well, alright, let's go. We haven't been back, those two people will be worried."

The white-haired young man tried his best to use his tenderness, wiped away the girl's tears, took out a shirt for her, draped it over her body, and escorted her back to the camp.

"There are so many women's clothes for the gods. ”

"Hey, don't overthink it! I'm not in the habit of women's clothing."

The next morning, the clear sky that I had been looking forward to turned into a sad scene of gloomy rain, the rain dripping on the heads of humans and leaves, and the occasional cries of animals did not know whether to wail or complain.

Walking along this gloomy path, it seems as if the end is a tragedy to come.

Walking into the basin, although I am already a little confused and unclear about the time of the season, I can see the withered crops at the sight, and my inner mood has simply fallen to a low point.

"What does it smell like?"

Xiao Jiu, who was walking in the forefront, raised his nose and sniffed hard.

"It's so smelly" Xiao Jue was triggered by this smell and couldn't help but vomit. Gently clutched the sleeve of the god's coat all the time.

Looking at the performance of the teenagers, Liu Xiaoming didn't realize anything at first, until he sniffed it carefully, and then suddenly realized.

It seems that he can be so calm, probably because he has long been surprised by these smells. Liu Xiaoming complained about himself in his heart.

Holding back the smell, they moved on. Just ahead, the figure of the building became clearer and clearer, and the smell grew stronger.

Near!

The wind is blowing, and the sand and dust are blowing. The teenagers walked forward step by step with their hands in front of them, until the wind stopped, and they slowly opened their eyes, and the scene in front of them made them desperate.

"Vomit !!"

"That's, what!!"

In front of the gate, the totem of the tribe was cut in half, and the corpses of the clansmen in front of the door were stacked on top of each other like rice piles.

"Ahh......h

Behind the god-sama, the girl covered her mouth and looked at the banner high in surprise, and the boys followed the girl's gaze to the top of the flag fluttering in the sky, where there was a man's head.

"Father, father...father!!!!"

Xiao Jue knelt on the ground in despair like his name, and the moment he saw his head, his heart was pierced by a thousand knives, and he couldn't lift his head with all his strength.

"It's all a lie!"

He clutched at a handful of dirt, his eyes were blank and determined, he took out the wood-chopping sickle in his pocket, and rushed towards the village like madness.

"Hey, Xiao Jue!"

"You bastards!! get out of here!!"

"Xiao Jue!!Come back!!"

The white-haired young man looked at everything in front of him, his eyes still so indifferent.

Liu Xiaoming's heart said a bold idea, but unfortunately, this was just a nonsense reason for him.

The sound of the sonic boom struck, and no one stopped him, and the boy who was holding the scythe and lost his mind and rushed to the front was pierced through the body by a flying spear, and the sharp blade of the spear stuck into the ground, forcibly binding the boy in the way forward.

"Little Absolute !!"

Dozens of spears came one after another with a clear purpose, and no one could save him. What about Xiao Jiu's heart-rending call. Gently but firmly grasped the sleeve of the god, full of hope and pleading

"Save him!!Please!!"

"Hmm. ”

A figure flashed quickly, and the white-haired god blocked in front of Xiao Jue, and took out his waist bag in his hand. I saw a flash of blue light in the fanny pack, and all kinds of weapons flew out of the portal of the fanny pack, shooting down the flying spear.

A smile appeared at the corner of Liu Xiaoming's mouth.

The spear collided with the weapon and the ping-pong fell to the ground. Looking at the weapons on the ground, Liu Xiaoming felt a little distressed, how much he wanted to have the skills to retract the weapon into his pocket.

"Xiao Jue, take this pill. Xiao Jiu, gently, help pull the spear off!"

After the gods had finished everything, he took steps towards the gate. The vision was clear, the footsteps of the soldiers were heard, and the barbarian warriors with bows and arrows on their backs and spears in their hands attacked one after another.

"Qiuqiu!!"

Liu Xiaoming shouted, and the ball that followed at his feet suddenly became bigger and roared out, overwhelming many enemies and breaking up their formation, Liu Xiaoming jumped up to the back of the ball.

"Capture the thief and capture the king first!"

They rushed through the gate and ran all the way. Liu Xiaoming's gaze frantically looked at everything around him, looking for the existence of the enemy leader.

There are dead corpses of clansmen with dragon tattoos on their backs everywhere, and thousands of ways to die are probably enjoyed by these poor tribesmen. Liu Xiaoming lowered his head and prayed silently for them, only to hear the ball roar and pounce on the huge stone at the foot of the mountain.

"It's!"

The stone was easily shattered, revealing a large room. At the huge conference table, three men and women looked at the approaching enemy in disbelief. Around them, the soldiers in charge of guarding them had long since been frightened and incapacitated.

The white-haired swordsman on the beast's back jumped down and walked slowly. The three men and women flashed their swords, and they all showed their weapons and posed.

"Where are you from?"

"Who knows. Perhaps, I am just a righteous passerby. ”