In front of the city gates, there were rivers of blood and corpses everywhere, and there was a terrible scene everywhere.

Standing on the head of the city with a three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand, his eyes were a little moist, and after enduring humiliation for so many years, he finally avenged his parents!

Even he didn't expect that the army of Qingze City would break through the city gate so smoothly, kill the general of Ten Days City, General Dafeng, and win this war! All of this is thanks to that little girl, who fulfilled her original promise, opened the city gate for her, and dragged the gale back!

Lowering his head, searching around for the beautiful figure, he saw that she was being held by a man in black, her eyes closed, and she didn't know whether she was alive or dead.

His eyes were red, and he remembered the man in black, who was the same Jinwu tribesman who killed Hu Mazi that night! He pointed the three-pointed and two-edged knife in his hand at the man in black, and shouted, "Who are you...... What do you want to do? Don't let her go soon!"

The man in black smiled coldly and said, "If you want this little girl to live, come to Jiuma Painting Mountain to find me!"

That's on the edge of the 100,000 mountains, thousands of miles away from here!

The man in black said, spread his black wings, and flew away into the distance with pregnant Qiao in his arms.

Seeing that the man in black was about to go away, he hastily explained a few words to the generals of Qingze City, turned over and jumped off the city wall, and hurriedly chased after the man in black.

Thirteen saw a dark shadow kidnapping Pregnant Qiao, and also turned his head to follow.

Ten scorching suns scorched the earth, and a scorching heat wave swept every inch of the land.

He Thirteen was red all over his body, and white smoke was constantly emitting outward, and he was about to be roasted by the scorching sun. They chased far away, but they didn't catch up with the man in black, and the vague shadow had disappeared from their sight.

"Dadada"

There was a hurried sound of beast hooves, and a red flame beast cart sped past with Thirteen, rolling up a puff of smoke and dust on the arid and cracked earth. As soon as the driver raised his horsewhip, the Red Flame Beast raised its front hooves, raised its head to the sky and roared, and stopped suddenly.

A boy wearing a hat and a robe looked behind him, and said to He Thirteen: "I see that the two sons are angry and poisonous, if they continue to walk in this wilderness, I am afraid that they will not be able to support it, do you want to take a ride?"

He and Thirteen glanced at each other, overjoyed, and hurriedly rushed towards the beast cart.

After boarding the beast cart, the two of them found that there was also a gray-haired old man sitting in the beast cart, the old man was skinny, but he was in good spirits. He glanced at Thirteen lightly, his eyes shining slightly.

He hugged his fists at the gray-haired old man and said, "Old man, excuse me, it's Qingze City below, this is Thirteen!"

Thirteen also stepped forward and bowed.

The gray-haired old man twisted his beard and said, "Old and decrepit, you are an elder of a poor clan......

Thirteen paused, and suddenly raised his head to look at the gray-haired old man.

There are poor clans...... But the memories of his childhood have been blurred, he only remembers that he was picked up by the Ximu patriarch when he was very young, raised in the clan, and has always served by Miss Xifeng's side.

Will this Elder Hanxun know his background, and will he come forward to recognize him?

Thirteen was hesitating, but sat down next to the gray-haired old man, and said, "Oh? What a coincidence, this thirteen brothers are also from a poor clan! ”

Thirteen gritted his teeth, secretly hating in his heart, this really likes to be nosy! If it weren't for the fact that he wanted to find the pregnant girl quickly, he would have shot this person with an arrow!

Elder Han Xun bowed slightly, and said: "In the realm of flowing fire, only the poor clan is good at shooting, and when the old man saw that he was carrying a bow and arrow behind him, he guessed a thing or two in his heart. ”

Thirteen nodded, but he didn't say much, he kept staring out the car window, a little absent-minded.

He smiled awkwardly and said, "Elder, this friend of mine is not good at words, if there is any offense, I hope to bear with me!"

Elder Han Xun had tears in the corners of his eyes, and he smiled without saying a word. Through these observations, he has determined that this Thirteen is the person he is looking for.

There is an ancient legend about the origin of the poor tribe: In ancient times, the patriarch of the poor tribe was the god of fire who could control the power of fire poison! But for hundreds of millions of years, the poor clan has never given birth to a person who can control the power of fire and poison, and this ancient legend has gradually been forgotten by the world.

The poor clan relied on the ability to shoot in this land, until nearly a hundred years, the fire and poison were rampant, the rivers were exhausted, the clansmen were poorly clothed, hungry, and in the event of war, the poor clan and other clans and tribes gradually went into decline, and they had to send the children of the clan to the demigod tribe for foster care.

Some time ago, in the midst of a war, the old patriarch died. There are less than 100 people in the whole poor clan, and they are about to decline! Before his death, the old patriarch once instructed Han Xun to find this child, saying that this child was the last hope for their poor clan! At that time, Han Xun was puzzled, but now, he finally understood! They have a successor to the poor clan, and there is another ...... who can control the power of fire and poison Vulcan!

However, it seems that this child has no idea of recognizing himself.

Now, I can't care so much. Han Xun lifted his robe, knelt down, and said with tears in his eyes: "Old Han Xun...... Greetings to the young patriarch!"

Thirteen looked startled, he knelt down and held Han Xun's arms, and said anxiously: "Elder, what are you doing? Hurry up and speak!"

Han Xun sighed slightly and said, "This matter is a long story......

Thirteen He helped Han Xun up, and after he sat down, he began to slowly tell the beginning and end of the matter. Thirteen listened very carefully to Elder Han Xun's story, and did not interrupt him with a word. Although the memories of his childhood have been blurred, he still has some impressions of the old patriarch of the poor clan.

It's just that Thirteen doesn't want to go back to the poor clan, and he doesn't want to be a young patriarch, he just wants to find Pregnant Qiao as soon as possible, and then stay by her side all the time.

After Han Xun finished speaking, Thirteen straightened up and said, "Elder Han, I'm sorry! Thirteen may not be able to take on this heavy responsibility!"

This answer was not surprising to Han Xun, after all, he had left the tribe since he was a child and had been living in exile. Moreover, they had only met for the first time, and they had entrusted him with the task of revitalizing the clan, which I am afraid would be difficult for him to accept for a while. Hanxun is old and refined, and he can see that this child's mind is not here.

"It's okay! The old man can slowly wait for the young patriarch to change his mind. ”

"Elder Han, you don't understand! Thirteen has no interest in serving as the young patriarch of a poor clan......

"Your name is not Thirteen! Your name is ...... Dayi!"