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The morning breeze was slightly cool, and it was slightly scraping against my cheeks.

"Jiang Qing, really don't wake up Baozi and them?" Qing hesitated.

Jiang Qing rode on Lie Yun, looked at the courtyard behind him, and said coldly: "No, they are very sensible!" As the words fell, he raised his whip and went straight to the west gate of the city.

Only a figure remained, disappearing into the hazy morning mist.

"You guys are really, you know she's so strong, and you don't come out to say hello to her." Qing reproached. Turning his head to look at the three people hiding on top of the treehouse, he suddenly saw Bunzi, Wheat, and Angela. Angela supported her body with a fishtail, looked out of the window, and watched Jiang Qing disappear into the distance.

In the early morning, with no sunshine, she doesn't have to worry about lack of water.

So, the two of them followed Baozi and hid in the tree house to bid farewell to Jiang Qing.

Knowing that Jiang Qing would not wake them up when he left, they secretly got up and hid.

"Mom is a tribal oracle, very strong!" Angela said enviously.

Wheat Zi tightened his face, condescending, and said: "We will see you soon, there is no point in saying goodbye!" ”

"Let's go!" Bunzi was the most ruthless, his hands clenched into fists hanging down his legs, and he walked down the treehouse towards the altar square. Wheat smiled and followed, and when he passed by Qing's side, he raised his hand and waved.

For them, the beginning of the day symbolizes another day of growing up and getting closer to their goal. Soon after the buns left, Wolf Rui stumbled out of the house, with a faint sweat on his forehead, and asked, "Mom, where did they go?" It's time to train at the Altar Square. ”

"Let's go, just lie in bed." The Qing Dynasty pouted in front and motioned for Wolf Rui to catch up.

Wolf Rui wailed and rushed forward.

Qingqian smiled and shook his head, reaching out to hug Angela off the treehouse. I didn't ask how she ran up, after all, who doesn't have a little secret?

Over there, Jiang Qing turned around and brushed away.

Two tears passed through the corners of his eyes, and they dissipated the moment he turned around.

"Drive-" Jiang Qing shouted softly.

A group of twenty-six people passed through the west gate of the city and submerged into the dense forest at the mouth of the jar in the distance.

At the west gate of the city, there were many clansmen standing bustlingly, stretching their necks to see the twenty-six people away. These people carry the hopes and expectations of the entire tribe, and they can neither support them with them, but only silently support them behind their backs.

"The seedlings in the field are about to be budded, don't stand here as a stake, you must prepare the fire kang and charcoal before winter, and the materials needed for the spring market in the coming year cannot be left behind......" Tianyun calmly counted, counting the tribal matters one by one, telling the tribe that they don't have much time to stop and rest, and the tribe has too many things to be busy.

In the sea, the salt lake has never stopped boiling salt.

During this time, thousands of catties of salt were transported back intermittently, and all of them were counted and put into the dungeon for hoarding. In addition to some of this salt, which is reserved for the daily needs of the tribe, it is more important to prepare for the opening of the spring market in the coming year.

Boiling salt cannot be interrupted, mining and coal mining cannot be interrupted, and the details are locked up, and now the tribe has spread out the layout, just waiting for him to harvest the fruits one day. It's a pity that the population of the tribe is too small after all, and there are many limitations, but these need to be worked out slowly, and they can't be solved in a day or two.

Therefore, Jiang Qing did not rashly expand the territory of the tribe at the moment.

What a mouth, how big a meal.

He is not wise that is not wise for himself!

In this regard, both Jiang Qing and Reading have done a good job.

As the clouds fell, all the Terrans left in turn, busy with what they needed.

At this moment, Tianyun stood quietly at the west gate of the city.

This time, Jiang Qing went to the main city of the clan's hive, and he didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse. Thinking of it, Tianyun's mind suddenly swept over Qingli's cold face, that person's obsession was too deep and it would become a disaster, I hope she wouldn't cause trouble to Jiang Qing! Previously, although he had mentioned Qingli to Jiang Qing and vaguely pointed out some unspeakable words, Jiang Qing didn't seem to take it to heart, just hoping that nothing would happen.

Here, Jiang Qing and his party just walked out of the mouth of the jar.

The Tiens Clan, somewhere in the palace.

"Qingli, I heard that you have been very close to the fishman in the mouth of the river during this time, what's going on?" Feng Luan walked into the hall quickly, staring at Qingli who was lying crookedly on the soft couch. The concave and convex delicate body, lying horizontally, revealing fair skin, at first glance, is very confusing.

When she returned from Taoyuan, she learned that Tianyun had fled the main city in anger, and she knew that something might have happened.

Qingli's temperament has become more and more paranoid and stubborn over the years. Tianyun decided to leave this time, Qingli was afraid that it would be difficult to accept, so as soon as she returned home, she came to find Qingli and told Qingli what happened in the Chasing Wind Tribe one by one. Unexpectedly, Qingli didn't mind at all, but just asked Jiang Qing about it, and didn't say a word.

Qingli's abnormality naturally attracted Feng Luan's suspicions.

Helpless, Qingli didn't bother to speak at all, with a cold expressionless face, and even his voice became cold. She had to find Sandy to ask what happened to Qingli and Tianyun during this time, Sandy just shook his head, but he couldn't say anything else.

Qingli put down the charcoal stove in her hand, her physique is cold, and she is air-conditioned all year round, even if it is only autumn, she is already a little afraid of the cold, and the earth dragon has been burned in the house early. Hearing the sound, he glanced up at Feng Luan slightly, and said indifferently: "It's just some boneless beasts, naturally there is something to talk about when you look for them!" ”

Speaking of which, Tianyun's departure completely stimulated Qingli.

After Qingli returned to the clan, he completely awakened the angel bloodline, and the whole person became colder.

All the green silk turned into white hair, and the delicate face had no expression, like a moving puppet. There was a cold air all around his body, and Qing Li's change made Yi Xuan and Sylvin Sacrifice happy, which indicated that the Heavenly Lion bloodline in Qing Li's body had become more refined, and it was likely to be completely atavistic in his lifetime, and at that time, the tribal totem might transform and awaken for the third awakening.

If, the Totem of the Heavenly Lion Clan can awaken the third awakening.

The exhaustion of the totem power in front of the Tianshi clan can be solved in an instant, and every awakening of the totem is equivalent to a new life, so you can imagine how Qingli's change does not make the upper echelons of the Tianshi clan excited.

However, Feng Luan only felt worried.

She was keenly aware that Qingli's bloodline evolution this time didn't seem to be completely developing in a good direction, but she was afraid of something more? Although there are suspicions, when everyone is happy, no one cares even if they say it.

Listening to Qingli's rude words, Feng Luan froze between his eyebrows and reprimanded: "Qingli you, how can you say that?" ”

"So, what shall I say?" Qingli raised his eyebrows sneeringly, paused, and asked, "I heard that Yi Xuan asked Manda to go to Taoyuan to invite Jiang Qing and others from the Chasing Wind Tribe to discuss Qingnan's affairs, but is there such a thing?" ”

"Why is this the case, you ask?" Feng Luan moved slightly, raising his eyes to stare at Qingli Gujing's waveless eyes. My heart jumped, and I always felt that Qingli didn't feel like asking casually.