In the eighth round, the evil grub asked for medicine, Yi Suying/Jun Gongzi rescued the orphan girl

(2) After a moment of comedification, he loudly announced his decision to collect the bodies of the victims of the tribe and bring them back to his own cemetery for burial, treat the wounded, and burn the corpses of the aliens to comfort the souls of the deceased in heaven. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Emperor E and the women gathered herbs to stop bleeding and heal wounds nearby, dressed and bandaged the wounded.

The flames of burning the corpses of the aliens reflected on the hateful faces of every tribesman of the Buting Mountain tribesmen, and perhaps this way would bring them some peace and relief, but the bitter and bloody memories and seeds of revenge would always be rooted in everyone's hearts.

For the clan leader, it is difficult to sort out the myriad things for a while, but the most important thing is to preserve the remaining strength of the tribe, return home safely, and revitalize the tribe.

Seeing that his people were physically and mentally exhausted and exhausted after a long journey involving an existential battle, and that it was still some time before dawn, he decided to pack his bags, get some rest, and return home later.

Xiao Gong, who was lying next to his mother, had a faint pain in his leg after being bandaged with medicine, but he had no time to scruple about it, and Su Ying's safety made him worry all the time. He tightly clutched the necklace given to him by Su Ying around his neck, without the slightest sleep, opened his eyes and looked at his mother, who was greeted by his mother's eyes full of warmth and understanding, mother and son connected hearts, looking at the anxious demeanor of the bow, Emperor E guessed her son's heart, she knew that her son had grown up, he was a man, and he had what he should do and must do.

The bow whispered in his mother's ear that he had decided to rescue Su Ying alone, and told Tutu and Vung Don on their behalf that they should take care of the tribesmen. Emperor E caressed his son's long black hair, looked at his bright and stubborn eyes, smiled and nodded gently, the circles under his eyes were slightly red, and his eyes contained the infinite love and reluctance of motherhood.

Xiao Gong carefully took out the injured little green cultivator from his arms, entrusted it to his mother, and finally hugged his mother tightly, his eyes full of attachment clearly contained a trace of guilt for not being able to take care of his mother and the tribe.

While the tribesmen were asleep, he quietly got up with tears in his eyes, lightly bypassed the people around him, and after leaving the woods, he spread his legs and chased in the direction of the nameless valley.

Emperor E leaned over and reluctantly watched his son's distant figure until he disappeared into the valley of morning mist, his eyes already glowing with a vaguely familiar crystal.

Xiao Gong took three steps and made two steps to run between the hills and jungles, only hating himself for missing two legs, forgetting the pain and worry for a while, and the steaming heat on his head, until the sky was bright, a rising sun rose behind him, and the bright orange sun dispelled the fog beside him, and then he stood still and breathed for a moment, looking at the towering mountains and mountains ahead, in front of the reckless nature cultivated by heaven and earth, he felt his insignificance for the first time.

The bow struggled to wield a spear, pull grass vines, pick thorns, march hard in the mountains and forests, with the tracing literacy accumulated in the past hunting, carefully look for the subtle traces left by the Luotou clan when they escaped, and distinguish the **** difference from the overwhelming grass, the crooked branches, and the shallow footprints, for fear of missing any details, and even stepping astray.

On a rugged and long trail in the mountains, he found scattered some fallen heads that had died due to the fact that their heads had been in different places for a long time and could not be combined with their bodies in time to recover.

The expressions of these dead fallen heads were terrifying, and Xiao Gong felt a pang of disgust and disgust.