The two of them didn't stalemate for too long, Feida came over and scolded Feiying, and then appeased a few people from the Baiwu tribe who were excited by Feiying's words, the young man who was choking with Feiying just now still wanted to say something with a look of disgrief, but was stopped by a few people next to him, he squatted down with hatred, this quarrel was over, the imaginary fight in the nest did not happen, the people of the Yanhuang tribe who had been watching always felt a little regretful, if Feiying dared to point at any of them and shout, His father and mother, whom they were supposed to keep together, did not recognize him. "Words, feelings, first, http://www.Klxsw.com

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But it seems that those who have just joined the Feilong tribe obviously have the mentality of turning big things into small things, it's useless for them to be angry here, Feiying's kid is ugly to hear, but it is also a fact, as soon as the falling leaves season passes, it is a snowy day, and that is really the time when people kill people without seeing blood, and it is normal for those people to choose to swallow their anger in order to live.

What happened just now Ling Fei also saw the end from the beginning, at first he thought that it was the Flying Dragon Tribe's own housework and didn't care about it, but when he heard Feiying's words, his heart suddenly moved, and he stood up and whispered two words in Long Zhan's ear, Long Zhan's eyes swept over the Flying Dragon Tribe, and nodded.

After a short conversation between Ling Fei and Long Zhan, they walked towards the dividing line between the two tribes one after the other, and the others looked at the movements of the two of them unclear, so those who liked to join in the fun seemed to smell something unusual, and snatched a piece of roast from their own fire or the fire next to them and followed while eating, and even the gray dumplings that Ling Fei threw at it with relish became interested, put away their wings and followed step by step.

Long Zhan naturally noticed the change behind him, and didn't say anything, so that everyone was more at ease and bold, Ling Fei's attention was always on the person who was obviously angry at Feiying's insult just now, and stopped at the boundary, and asked the young and short man who spoke just now, "Are you from the White Mist Clan?" Do you know Bai Jiao? A girl about my height, very white, very smiling??????"

Ling Fei didn't continue to speak, because the answer was obtained from the person's expression that suddenly became stunned.

"Bai, Bai Jiao, she ??????" The first to speak was not the young man, but the elderly man who had been bullied just now and had been silent, he kept a squatting posture and stared at Ling Fei tightly, his face was covered with dust and folds trembling, and his not very bright eyes were full of incredible, already the kind of hesitation that wanted to believe but couldn't believe it.

"You—You know my sister?" Suddenly, a tall, thin young man stood beside him, his skin was pale, and his face was slightly bloody because of excitement.

Ling Fei was very surprised, she had always remembered where Bai Jiao came from, just now I heard them mention that the White Mist Clan thought that this world was so small, and she could meet Bai Jiao's clansmen, and she didn't expect that she would meet Bai Jiao's relatives so coincidentally.

"You know my sister?" The tall and thin man took a few steps forward and asked, his voice was much higher than just now, his lips trembled, his face was painful, and he asked with difficulty for a long time: "My sister, how did my sister die?" ”

Ling Fei: "??????" Something wrong with her ears? When she left, Bai Jiao went to see her off, why did she suddenly ??????

"It's me, I, I'm sorry for her, I'm sorry for Jiao'er??????" The tall and thin young man suddenly collapsed, and tears fell while muttering in a low voice, his emaciated shoulders trembled, and the whole person was immersed in deep sadness.

"Bai Chen??????" The short man saw him crying and panicked, and shook his hand on his shoulder, but he didn't know how to comfort him, he knew his friend's character very well, although he had never come out, but he had never forgotten that his sister was taken away in exchange for food.

"Wait??????" Finding that the development of things seemed to be out of her cognition, Ling Fei reached out and made a pause gesture, regardless of whether they could understand it or not, she urgently needed to figure out the truth of the matter now.

"Let me make sure first, I was having dinner with Bai Jiao a few days ago, what do you think happened to her?" Ling Fei asked confusedly, thinking to herself that there were still two people named Bai Jiao in the White Mist Clan? Isn't the person they say they know about being the same person? But she saw that the nose and eyes of the tall, lanky young hunter in front of her were similar??????

"W-What?!" The man named Bai Chen suddenly froze when he heard Ling Fei's words, his eyes looked straight at her, his eyes were hot and fragile, as if he would be shattered with a single blow.

"My good friend's name is Bai Jiao, he is from the White Mist Clan, he came to the Flying Dragon Tribe with me in the last season of falling leaves, and he went to the new tribe with us after the snow, he just got married, and we were together when I left the tribe a few days ago, I don't know if I was talking to you about a person." Ling Fei quickly said the message.

"Last season of falling leaves, Jiao'er was indeed taken away at that time, yes, it's my sister, she, she's okay now?" Bai Chen's face showed ecstasy, he looked down at the elderly man, and said happily, "Father, did you hear that?" My sister isn't dead, she's still alive! ”

"Well, that's good!" Ling Fei gave an affirmative answer, there must be some misunderstanding in this.

"Alive, alive, God bless, God bless, it's good to be alive??????" Bai Cheng listened to Ling Fei's words very clearly, his calloused hands held his son's hand tightly, and he was already in tears.

"Uncle Bai, where did you hear about Bai Jiao?" Although she really wanted to wait for the father and son to completely digest the news, Ling Fei now wanted to know why they had such a misunderstanding, so she opened her mouth first.

At the mention of this, the excited feelings of Bai Chen and Bai Cheng cooled down slightly, and the expression on Bai Chen's face suddenly dimmed, and he said in a hoarse voice for a long time: "It's from the Flying Dragon Tribe, they say Jiao'er ??????"

"These bastards! What a damn one! Bai Cheng, who had been expressing his cowardice just now, opened his mouth and scolded, his dirty big hands clenched into fists, and his eyes burst out with resentment.

"Bai Jiao is still alive! They have been lying to us, the people of their Flying Dragon Tribe don't take us seriously at all, there are not many of us in the White Mist Clan, but we can't be bullied like this! The short young man Bai Li was also angry, threw the firewood in his hand to the ground, turned around and ran towards Feida.