Chapter 1388: Swear, My Son... Wolf hunting

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Seeing the wolf ink howling, the wolf hunting Ao Qing, who was carried by him in his hand, was not to be outdone. Climbing on the arm of Wolf Mo, he raised his head fiercely and roared, but unfortunately the person was small, and no matter how he heard the scream, it was like he was asking for milk to drink, not at all as domineering and wild as Wolf Mo.

"Poof!" Angela couldn't help laughing, stared at Wolf Hunt Ao Qing and laughed, "Brother is very interesting!" โ€

Listening to Angela's comment, Wolf Hunt Ao Qing glanced at each other, and his little face was red with embarrassment. Obviously, they also noticed that their cries were soft, not domineering at all, and they were very embarrassed to hurry.

"Cut!" Wolf Hunt pursed his lips and said disdainfully.

Jiang Qingle said: "Come on, little egg!" This cry is even more domineering than your brother back then! โ€

"Really?" Wolf Hunt climbed on Wolf Mo's arm, shaking his fat body like a swing, his eyes flashed with little stars, he had been hearing about Wolf Jiang Yao from Jiang Qing and them, and he didn't feel a touch of admiration for Wolf Jiang Yao in his heart. I subconsciously wanted to imitate it, but now when I heard Jiang Qing say this, I immediately changed my demeanor of being wronged and pickled, and I was excited.

Jiang Qing pursed her lips and smiled, "Really." โ€

"Dad, come home quickly, let my brother and sister ......come back from Qingcheng as soon as possible," Wolf Hunt urged.

Ao Qing was silent, obviously still immersed in the howl just now. In my impression, the dragon roar was the most powerful and domineering cry among the beasts, why did it become so humiliating to rest on him and the wolf hunt? Thinking about it, Ao Qing couldn't wait to practice wolf hunting and get out of this barren place that had imprisoned him for tens of thousands of years as soon as possible.

"Good!" Wolf Mo showed a warm side, put Wolf Hunt Ao Qing on his shoulders, and admonished, "Sit tight!" โ€

After speaking, the whole person galloped towards Taoyuan like lightning. Seeing this, Mocha was not to be outdone and chased after Jiang Qing Arthur, following Lunbi and his party far behind them, and the wolf howl just now completely inspired the pride and ambition in the depths of everyone's hearts.

Then everyone increased their speed again and ran wildly;

Suddenly, the busy clansmen scattered everywhere in Taoyuan put down their work and tacitly understood each other and went straight to the west gate of the city.

Tianyun stared at the brighter and brighter totem on the stone tablet in the altar square, and the smile on his face never diminished. looked at the clansmen who were rushing towards the west gate of the city. Slowly straightening up his robes, he paced slowly. Behind him, a totem shining with bright light.

As Wolf Mo Jiangqing approached, the power of the totem activated itself, radiating towards the surroundings with Taoyuan as the center. Slowly, all the clansmen seemed to feel something, and they all stood still, and their spirits seemed to follow the power of the totem to wrap the entire peach source little by little. Then, it spreads off into the distance......

"The Ink Wolf Clan will eventually rise!" The corners of Tianyun's mouth are slightly upturned, hooking up a proud arc.

The joy and excitement conveyed by the power of the totem plunged everyone into ecstasy. Looking at the approaching Langmo and the others, some old people burst into tears, of course, these were tears of joy. The elders of the clan had experienced the poorest life in the Forest of Death, and they had witnessed the wind-chasing tribe go from the humblest to the brilliant, and all of this was brought about by Wolf Mo and Jiang Qing. The people know how to be grateful, and they remember who gave them all this.

When they learned that Wolf Mo had established Qingcheng, everyone was not only happy, but only the most sincere pride.

"Patriarch, Jiang Qing ......"

One after another, the shouts pierced the sky, reflecting the blazing sun overhead.

At that moment, some even felt that they had seen the beast god. Or, in the hearts of the clansmen, the wolf Mo Jiangqing is their beast god, leading them out of poverty and hunger, there is nothing more worthy of their respect and pride.

Wolf Mo stood still, put down Ao Qing on his shoulder, turned around and took Jiang Qing's hand, raised Wolf Hunt in the palm of his hand with his right hand, and walked towards the clansmen standing at the west gate of the city step by step, his eyes swept over Qing, Wolf Lie, and Tianyun one by one...... and other familiar faces of all the clansmen, "My son, Wolf Hunt, has the blood of the gods flowing in his body, and has inherited the blood of the dragons. One day, he will be able to open up territory for my Chasing Wind Tribe and protect the home of the Ink Wolf Clan. โ€

This is a promise from Wolf Mo to the Wind Chasing Tribe, no matter what achievements the Wolf Hunt achieves in the future, he is imprinted with the imprint of the Wind Chasing Tribe's Ink Wolf Clan. This point, even when the wolf was Jiang Yao, he never said it, but the extraordinary identity of the wolf hunt meant that it was impossible for him to stay in the Beast God Continent.

At this time, Jiang Qing, Qing and others listened to Wolf Mo's words in confusion, although they were puzzled, no one asked anything;

As the wolf's words fell, everyone cheered. No matter how many doubts there are in their hearts, they just need to carnival and vent to their heart's content at this moment. They understand that even if there is trouble and problem, Wolf Mo will definitely solve it, which is loyalty and trust.

The immature face of the wolf hunt unconsciously solemnized and sank, and quickly turned into a beast in front of everyone's eyes.

The half-meter-long golden dragon body emitted a low dragon groan, which quickly wrapped around the body of the wolf ink, and the dragon head raised high revealed a solemn coercion. In an instant, the sunny sky overhead was covered with dark clouds, followed by lightning and thunder.

Seeing this, all the tribesmen were not frightened, but enthusiastic.

Ao Qing, who was standing behind Wolf Mo, watched in amazement at the changes in the sky above his head, his face was blue and white, very distorted.

"It is worthy of the Golden Dragon Clan, which is known as the royal family, and you are really weak in this aspect of Xiaoqinglong!" Jing Qing's ridiculous voice sounded in Ao Qing's ears unconsciously.

Ao Qing turned his head sideways and saw Jing Qing fall on his shoulder. The expression of staring at the wolf hunt was rare to reveal horror, and the big eyes of the soybeans flashed with the joy of the rest of his life after the catastrophe. What Jing Qing is happy about, Ao Qing knows it.

Ao Qing said indifferently: "The green dragon is also called the blue dragon, once I complete the evolution, it is not impossible to surpass him." โ€

"It's hard!" Jing Qing sighed. In these words, he didn't mean to hit Ao Qing, the more noble the bloodline wanted to break through the bloodline limit, the more he thought, the dragon bloodline itself stood at the top of the beasts, and then evolved, it was tantamount to a fool's dream.

"Avenue fifty... There is only a glimmer of life, and there is no absolute. Ao Qing's tone was calm, the dragon clan had a long lifespan, and he had enough time to splurge it.

Hearing this, Jing Qing rolled her eyes. I always feel that Ao Qing is showing off and jealous.

So, glancing at Ao Qing's arrogant face, he complained, "What are you pretending to be profound, Xiao Qinglong directly said that you are jealous this time!" โ€

"Jealous? You're going to be jealous. As soon as Ao Qing grabbed Jing Qing, he rubbed it violently, foaming at Jing Qing's tortured mouth and rolling his eyes before stopping. Hum! Dare to say that the master is jealous, and don't kill your master and your surname.

It can only be said that tsundere or something can't be provoked casually, beware of the fear of life.