Although Yan Xing stood far away and had not yet participated in them, he was already immersed in this joyful atmosphere, and all the pressure turned into smoke and dust, drifting away with the wind.

You can't see this kind of scene in your own clan, after all, dragons are arrogant and prefer to be alone, and probably most dragons can't understand the joy of singing together with their kind, which is the unique joy of social animals.

Although Yan Xing is a dragon inside and out, nearly twenty years of human cultural cultivation is enough for him to experience this happiness.

This kind of fun is like the heat in the cold night, the sweet spring in the desert, the pure land of the ancient battlefield, in the complex and dangerous world, this kind of fun makes people feel inexplicably relieved, dependent on the surroundings, can make people smile naturally, and the feeling of warm current flows in their hearts.

Dugu Man didn't know why Yan Xing was laughing, it was because he had never lacked this joy in his life, and Yan Xing hadn't experienced this feeling for a long time.

Yan Xing immersed himself in it and savored that precious feeling.

Suddenly, there was a strong wind on his head, and he only heard a clang, Yan Xing only felt that it was dark in front of him, and he couldn't see anything.

"What's going on?" Yan Xing immediately became alert, looking around was still pitch black, and his eyes didn't have time to adjust due to the rapid change of the environment.

Just when he was nervous, he suddenly heard the laughter of a child coming from overhead, but there seemed to be a layer between him and the source of the sound, and it sounded like an urn.

The kid yelled, "Daddy, come and help!

Immediately the voices became noisy, and it seemed that more people were coming around and talking to each other.

"Ah Jing, what are you holding this big tank, let Dad take a look!" another voice sounded very close, sounding like an adult man.

Yan Xing stretched out his paw and touched the front, and sure enough, he touched the inner wall of the ceramic, and his heart suddenly became clear.

"A white cub!" said the boy proudly.

Louder cheers and laughter erupted outside, and Yan Xing could imagine them laughing and dancing, and couldn't help but feel that the people here were really simple and simple.

"Hey, boil more water, and add a small pot!" they shouted.

The man said happily: "It's worthy of my son, tonight is a blessing, the meat of the young beast is the best..."

Before the word 'eat' fell, something was heard shattering, and fine cracks crawled all over the cylinder, and the huge cylinder quickly cracked.

"Click"

The large pieces of porcelain shattered to the ground, and the bear child's father was obviously startled and hurriedly dodged, as for the bear child, when he felt that something was wrong under him, he didn't say a word and ran away, the speed was simply amazing.

After the porcelain jar burst open, a snow-white monster appeared in front of everyone.

A pair of golden eyes in the middle is a thin and vertical pupil, shooting out a stunning light, there are two hideous horns on the head that shine with cold light, the white scales are like the armor of a lifetime of plastic surgery, a pair of wings full of scales behind the back, the slender tail and limbs make him look extremely flexible, the sharp claws and fingers are like curves, full of dangerous atmosphere, domineering and elegant.

"How do you have to eat this..."

A group of rough women dressed in animal skins were stunned, they had never seen such a 'mouthless' young beast, and the scales on its body were almost like cracking their teeth.

Yan Xing smashed the porcelain jar and made the people in the village nervous, the vegetable chopping and handling dragon elephants held a kitchen knife the size of an adult and aimed it at him, and the water boiler picked up a burning firewood and was ready at any time, as if as long as he made a slight movement, they would swarm up.

As soon as he came, Yan Xing was full of black lines, and he didn't plan to make trouble with children, he was worthy of a village, and Dugu Man's reaction when he saw him, he just wanted to eat the 'brute beast'.

Yan Xing looked at Dugu Man helplessly, and said, "You are really simple people, isn't there enough food for a giant elephant." ”

Dugu Man was also extremely embarrassed, scratched his head embarrassedly, and suddenly remembered that he had forgotten Yan Xing and made this kind of oolong.

The village chief said that he couldn't eat what he talked about. It was a fierce-looking woman who lowered her three-meter-long machete with a look of regret.

Only then did Dugu Man stand up and explain to the villagers, when he told everyone that Yan Xing was from the Eastern Cadre Realm, everyone was stunned, and then they all looked over very excitedly, as if they were their saviors.

They put down their weapons and enthusiastically hugged Yan Xing to the village.

As for why Duguman didn't stand up for the first time to resolve the embarrassment just now, his explanation was: "I wanted to eat when I went back to the tribe, so I accidentally forgot you..."

......

At night, a large dragon elephant is divided into several pieces and set up on several bonfires, and some are simmered in large cauldrons.

The fat on the flesh is glowing, the essence is overflowing, the flesh is thick and juicy, the blood is constantly dripping, the flame burns more and more, full of colors, and soon a refreshing aroma wafts out, gluttonous.

The hospitable villagers tore off a piece of roasted elephant meat and handed it over, Yan Xing thanked him, and everyone began to enjoy it together, and the strong men picked up more than a dozen catties of meat in their hands and chewed it with their heads down.

The meat is golden and buttery, the fragrant juice flows out of the tender golden meat, the outermost meat is charred but not mushy, and the grilled meat without spices has a real flavor and is very rich.

Yan Xing tore off two taels of meat in one bite, compared to Dugu Man, it was quite delicate to them, he didn't need meat to replenish his strength, and of course he wouldn't refuse.

The meat quality of the dragon elephant is excellent, the top steak is not enough in front of it, the surface of the barbecue is golden and buttery, the elephant oil is sizzling, the meat is tender and smooth, the roasting time is just right, it melts in the mouth, Yan Xing didn't even eat the slightest smell of meat.

The soup boiled by the dragon elephant meat, and the gradually rich aroma of meat wafted throughout the tribe, and a bowl-sized bowl full of broth was served, and everyone was happy to eat.

Yan Xing and the people in the tribe were eating and talking, and both of them were familiar with each other.

He learned that the people in this tribe all had only one surname, Dugu. It's true to say they're a tribe, but it's probably more accurate to say they're a clan.

He really hadn't heard of the surname Dugu in the Dongqian world, and even if he did, it was just some ordinary small family, a very inconspicuous kind, and Dugu Man They were probably not the same origin at all.

Yan Xing found that the people in their clan, no matter how old or young, were far superior to ordinary people, and even the bear child who held Yan Xing under the tank just now had a physical quality comparable to that of a young brute, and he didn't know if it was created by blood or exercised since childhood.

I don't know what era it began, the Dugu clan lived in this city, and the reason why they lived here was also lost in time in word of mouth, and only one sentence was handed down: protect this city.

Yan Xing also asked about why there were brute beasts like giant elephants in the battlefield, they still said that they hadn't thought about it so much, and they didn't know their history, and the information Yan Xing got was limited, so they couldn't deduce anything, after all, they were still in a relatively primitive stage, and it was very good to be able to eat enough every day.

People all rushed to sit next to Yan Xing, and they kept asking everything about the Dongqian Realm, trying their best to understand the outside world through him.

Yan Xing carved a map on the ground with his claw fingers, there are two huge landmasses in the eastern dry realm, the environment is beautiful, the green mountains are endless, there are few deserts, beyond the land is the boundless sea, there is a special area between the land called the Mo Sea, where the sea is pale black...

Although Yan Xing's speech was relatively abstract, but through painting, they still understood what he meant, and listened to it with relish, all of them showed a yearning look, Duguman had heard it once, and he also came to listen to it a second time, and he was still fascinated by it, and they were full of reverie about such a distant place as the Eastern Qianjie.

They have lived in the ancient battlefield for generations, and they are faced with the bloody sky every day, which is undoubtedly a kind of torment, and now when they hear Yan Xing talk about the beauty of the Dongqian realm, they just yearn to go to that fairyland-like world, and they don't know why the ancient battlefield is said to be a piece of demonic land.

Yan Xing silently analyzed everyone's psychology, and could see the look of fascination on their faces, and sighed secretly.

If they go to the Eastern Cadre Realm, will they still be so simple? Although their lives are good, do they maintain a flawless heart?

The environment in Dongqian Realm is very good, but it is also more cruel, Yan Xing did not tell them that people there are sinister, and people there are like ants, and chose to leave them a good thought.

Yan Xing didn't know if the strong physique of the Dugu clan was brought to them by blood, but the treacherous living environment of the ancient battlefield was definitely one of the important reasons why they became so strong, and it was really a question of whether they could inherit it like this in the Dongqian Realm.

Yan Xing had a good conversation with them, when someone suddenly patted him on the back.

Turning his head, he saw that it was a rather strong man, not much weaker than Dugu Man, and it was estimated that he was one of the nineteen hunters in the tribe.

He smiled and said, "Brother Yanxing, the village chief, please come over for a while." ”

Yan Xing was taken aback, and then remembered that they had mentioned this person in their speeches several times, and he should be the most powerful person in the tribe.

"I'll go now, where is your village chief?"

Hunter pointed to the largest tent in the tribe and said, "That's where our patriarch lives, and he asks you to come and talk about something." ”

"Want me to talk about something?" Yan Xing looked meaningfully at the tent in the middle that was slightly higher than the surroundings and flew over.