The Yanbu is the most powerful of the Seventy-Two Tribes, with the widest and richest prey, and two thousand powerful warriors.

Meantime.

He also enjoyed the tribute and allegiance of the other seventy-one subordinate tribes.

Two years ago.

Fifteen-year-old Jiuqing killed his old father with the help of Dijiang, and obtained the position of leader with a brutal and bloody torture.

Since then.

The catastrophe of the Seventy-Two Tribes officially began, and under her brutal rule, life was worse than death every day.

Nine hectares of preferences, just two.

Homicide.

Beautiful man.

If she doesn't kill a few people a day, it's like she can't live.

Beautiful man.

She can only watch but not eat, or she can only play with abuse, and she can't go into battle with real guns.

When the old wizard died, he said that she would not be able to marry a man until the black mountain of Yanbu was covered with fruit trees.

So much so that after she was depressed for a long time, and after her heart became perverted, she tortured those male slaves in different ways to obtain psychological pleasure and satisfaction.

Yan Hua is one of her male slaves.

But she likes Yanhua, she is reluctant to touch him even a single hair, she obeys him, and changes her tricks to please him every day.

Someone told her that Yanhua likes the honey fruit on the East Mountain.

She asked the warriors to go to the most dangerous mountain, which was controlled by death, to pick honey fruits, and the two hundred warriors never returned, burying their bones in the east mountain.

Someone told her that Yan Hua liked the shiny stones in the Hook Mountain, and she recruited a thousand people from the affiliated tribes to dig stones in the Hook Mountain, and the affiliated tribes were miserable.

Someone told her that Yanhua likes to watch beheadings and bloodshed.

She asked the other 71 tribes to send ten people every day, kill ten a day, kill Yan Hua to see, please him, and the affiliated tribes hate to eat his flesh and drink his blood, draw his tendons, and crush his bones and ashes.

But.

After all, it still failed to win Yan Hua's smile.

only ushered in the overthrow of the Yan Department, and her tragic death.

Feng Jiuqing felt a little ridiculous, this can be regarded as a male misguide!

With King Zhou You's smile, the princes of the Beacon Opera are somewhat similar.

For the demise of the flames.

Feng Jiuqing didn't feel much.

After all.

She's a soul that has come through time.

A gust of cold wind poured in with snowflakes, and Feng Jiuqing's face floated in front of him.

"Xuanyu!"

Feng Jiuqing shouted.

It was empty, and the sound could not get out, only echoing in the hollow of the tree.

Feng Jiuqing's eyes swept over the ashes in front of him, the expression in his eyes suddenly froze, and his heart tightened, his lips hooked mockingly, and he touched his nose a little uncomfortably.

There was a pile of grass and wood ash in front of him, and there was no heat at all.

He.

It must have been gone a long time ago!

For the sake of such a vicious woman as her, there is no need for him to stay and die with her.

If she were Xuanyu, she would definitely promise that bastard in Dijiang to stay in the tribe.

Winter.

Alone in the wilderness, all that awaits them is death.

Feng Jiuqing was very uncomfortable, no matter how the original owner treated Xuanyu, he was his savior.

But.

He left himself and left.

According to the analysis of the ashes in front of him, he must have been gone for more than a moment and a half.

Feng Jiuqing felt uncomfortable for the first time, and the overwhelming negative emotions overwhelmed her, biting her lip, enduring the pain, holding the animal skin tightly wrapped herself, and looking at the top of her head with her eyes open.

Sky.

Gradually, it got dark.

Feng Jiuqing suddenly sat up as if he had cheated the corpse, looked at the pile of wood placed on the opposite side, and a handful of fluffy hay, gritted his teeth and stood up.