Xia Feng told about what happened and the decisions made by the Baiyan tribe when Mr. Mo traveled out over the years.

In his opinion, none of this needs to be kept secret, Mr. Mo will definitely not be a spy of other tribes, if he wants to secretly do evil, with his means, it should be very easy.

When they were young, they understood how powerful Mr. Mo was.

It was an existence that was almost not in the same world as them, and even if Zihua wanted to conquer the White Rock tribe, she would have to bombard them with troops and weapons in order to get their submission.

But if Mr. Mo wanted to, maybe a little finger would have crushed them all to death.

At the beginning, Xia Feng and Xia Lan once thought that Mr. Mo was the god itself.

It's just that Mr. Mo refuted this point of view and didn't let the two of them describe him in this way.

Since he is such a powerful person, what is he hiding and what is he hiding?

"Priest of Purple Flower?"

Xia Feng is still chattering about the trivial matters of the past few years, Mr. Mo seems to be more interested in this person, Xia Fengyi, who has been singing a one-man show for a long time, is very happy that Mr. Mo has finally taken care of him, so he will follow his mind to talk more about this woman who has become a legend in the southern tribes.

However, Mr. Mo didn't listen very seriously.

Xia Feng paid more attention to Jun Qianqian than the others, and from the moment he saw those black eyes that he had never seen before, he felt that this woman was very special.

Mr. Mo was a little unimpressed.

"What you see is just the tip of the iceberg."

"Has Mr. Mo seen her? I heard that her background is very mysterious, as if it appeared out of thin air. ”

There are many versions of the rumors about Jun Qianqian, but they all know that they are unreliable as soon as they hear it, some people say that she is the messenger of the gods, which is relatively acceptable, and some people say that she was born in the fire, or jumped out of the stone.

The more you talk about it, the more boundless it becomes.

"Yes."

Mr. Mo only replied like this, and he no longer satisfied Xia Feng's curiosity.

He did see Jun Qianqian, but not in recent years, and she did not appear out of thin air, but eternal.

Mr. Mo didn't want to talk anymore, Xia Feng nagged some more things, and found that no one paid attention to him, so he shut up and quieted down, he was really bored after sitting for a while, so he said hello and decided to go out and build a boat with the tribesmen.

I'm also a strong laborer!

After Xia Feng left, the cave finally fell completely silent, and Mr. Mo quietly watched the fire, even the crackling sound of the damp wood burning was cautious under his momentum.

He rarely allowed himself to indulge in memories.

As a big tribe, the Baiyan tribe still has talents, and after the excellent craftsmen got the drawings, they quickly divided the work into categories, and everyone first built a shed to cover the rain on the open space, and the place was spacious enough to allow the craftsmen to show up.

Xia Lan ran back to rest, and there was water vapor all around, but she kept shouting at the top of her voice, which made her thirsty, and she came in and picked up the kettle and poured it at the spout.

Mr. Mo was still in a daze as if he didn't see her.

"Mr. Mo, is it okay to have noodles with sauce for dinner? What do you have to avoid in your mouth? ”

Xia Lan leaned over, and didn't care if the two of them took turns to disturb him like this, whether it would be annoying.

Since she was a child, she felt that Mr. Mo was more tolerant of her, and even answered her words for a longer time than others.

"Nope."

Mr. Mo didn't look at her, but he also replied.

"That's great, is there anything else I can help with with that?"

Xia Lan treats Mr. Mo with respect and affection, perhaps this is also related to Mr. Mo's connivance, and Mr. Mo has been better at speaking to her since she was a child.

What's more, with this person who once saved his life.

At that time, Xia Lan was a child less than ten years old, and what was the most terrifying thing she could think of at that age, a snowy winter, a roaring beast, or a thunderbolt that came to bring wildfires and death?

Or a herd of bison that can't see the edge and rush towards her?

At that time, she was still ignorant, and a small accident was enough for her to reincarnate again.

The migrating herd of bison was met because Xia Feng took his sister to play in the valley that day.

The location of the valley is not far from the territory, and there have been no wild beasts for a long time, and who knows that the herd of cattle that migrated that day did not take the usual spacious route, but chose to pass through the narrow valley.

Xia Feng saw something bad very early, and immediately led his sister to climb to a high place to hide, but who knew that at the moment when the bison rushed over, Xia Lan actually lost her footing and fell from a high place.

Her arms and legs were broken, and she couldn't stand up at all because of the pain in the wound, Xia Feng couldn't jump down to pull her sister, Xia Lan turned her head sideways, and she could see the mist spraying from the bison's nostrils, and a pair of scarlet and fierce eyes.

At that time, she felt that she was dead, and the next second, she was picked up by a man in black.

The sound of the cow's hooves on the ground echoed in the canyon, listening to the ground shaking the mountains, Xia Lan was so frightened that she covered her ears and cried until everything around her was quiet, and she dared to open her eyes and see the person who had saved her.

This person was covered too tightly, and at a glance, she could only barely judge that it was a human form.

Xia Feng, who was in a high place, saw the overall situation more clearly, he didn't know when this man appeared, and what was even more strange was that after that person picked up Xia Lan, he didn't rely on his superb body skills to avoid those huge bison.

He was standing on the ground, in the middle of the valley pathway, and those fierce and dangerous beasts, with sharp and hard corners, and their fierce and invincible appearance, turned a strange turn beside the man.

The man in black didn't even take a weapon, it was like splitting firewood to split the migrating cattle, and judging from the footsteps of those bison, Xia Feng could inexplicably see a trace of scattering and running.

Except for Xia Lan, who was held in his arms, Xia Feng was also frightened by his momentum and didn't dare to make a sound.

After that, Mr. Mo told the two of them their names, and followed them back to the tribe, where no one in the clan cared about the outsider, and his presence did not attract much attention except for some new gadgets he had brought.

Later, Mr. Mo lived in the Baiyan tribe for a year, and during this year, the brother and sister would often come to him, but unfortunately Mr. Mo did not want to be a member of the Baiyan tribe after all, so he chose to leave here and travel around.

However, in the years when Xia Lan grew up, Mr. Mo came back again, and his attitude towards them was no different from when he was a child, and this time he even brought them a way out of trouble, Xia Lan was very grateful.