"Hahaha!"

After speaking, Zhou Tong laughed, got up and kicked Xia Feng again, and then he was satisfied and took the jade snake fruit out of the house, and hurriedly caught up with his father Zhou Tian and his party. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Ahem... Uncle Li, Uncle Li, are you okay..."

Kicked in the chest by Zhou Tong, Xia Feng only felt that his sternum was almost cracked, and watched Zhou Tong and his party leave with cold eyes, Xia Feng wiped a handful of Zhou Tong's thick phlegm on his face, endured the severe pain in his chest, and staggered to Uncle Li, who was thrown on the ground by Zhou Tian like a broken sack, and asked with a concerned face.

"Poof......

Uncle Li was tightly buckled by Zhou Tian's neck, the neck bone was almost pinched, and his face, which was originally pale because of his injuries, was full of blood red, and it took a while to breathe a sigh of relief, and when he heard Xia Feng's concerned voice, he opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but suddenly spit out a mouthful of dark red blood.

"Uncle Li, Uncle Li!"

Seeing Uncle Li spit out a mouthful of dark red blood with one mouth, Xia Feng was shocked.

"Summer... Xia Feng, uncle... Uncle, right... I'm sorry for you..."

Uncle Li's eyes dimmed instantly, and he said sorry to Xia Feng intermittently, and then he was silent.

"No! Uncle Li!"

Xia Feng roared, and tears couldn't stop flowing from his eyes.

Uncle Li, dead! Killed by Zhou Tian!

"Sunday, I must make you pay for your blood debt!!"

Tears blurred his eyes, Xia Feng yelled, Uncle Li has been taking care of himself since his parents died, as if he were his second parent, the relationship between the two is not father and son, but better than father and son.

"Uncle Li, I will definitely avenge you!"

After a long time, Xia Feng's tears dried up, endured the pain in his body, slowly put Uncle Li's body on his back, and carried Uncle Li out of the tribe step by step.

"Li Tiezhu is dead?"

"It seems to be Zhou Tianxia's hand, Zhou Tian is really ruthless, although Li Tiezhu's foundation is injured, he can't do anything for the tribe, the polite Li Tiezhu has made a lot of contributions to the tribe before......"

"Be quiet, Zhou Tian is not a good-tempered person, if you let Zhou Tian hear it, be careful that he cleans you up!"

"What is this shit trying to do?"

"I guess I want to bury Li Tiezhu..."

Some people from the tribe saw Xia Feng carrying Uncle Li's corpse to the tribe, and several of them got together, talking in a whisper, casting a lot of pitying eyes, I don't know if they were pitying Xia Feng or the dead Uncle Li.

"Yo he, it's better to be dead, otherwise it won't be long before you will be like this waste, you can only hide in the tribe and eat and wait for death!"

Just when Xia Feng was about to walk out of the tribe gate with Uncle Li's body on his back, an extremely disgusting voice came, Xia Feng heard this, his eyes flashed with resentment, and he turned his head slightly, Xia Feng saw Zhou Tong with a few of his little followers, with a banter on their faces blocked at the tribe gate.

And the owner of that disgusting voice was Zhou Tong's little follower, Ma Yue.

When Ma Yue bullied Xia Feng before, he was bumped into by Uncle Li, although Uncle Li didn't do anything to Ma Yue, but Ma Yue already held a grudge against him, in Ma Yue's eyes, Uncle Li himself was a dying person, and he dared to give Xia Feng this waste a head, obviously slapping him Ma Yue in the face.

If it weren't for Ma Yue not being Uncle Li's opponent, it is estimated that Ma Yue would not have left his hand on Xia Feng, and now that he saw Uncle Li dead, Ma Yue was naturally happy.

Without Uncle Li, if you don't want to bully Xia Feng in the future, how can you bully Xia Feng?

Thinking of himself, Ma Yue was excited, he had already regarded bullying the waste Xia Feng as a way to improve his strength and status, and it was also a kind of fun in addition to boring cultivation on weekdays.

Xia Feng glanced at Ma Yue coldly, then at Zhou Tong, silently carrying Uncle Li's body, bypassing Zhou Tong and a few people, and walking out of the tribe.

"Haha, Waste came out of the tribe with another waste corpse, Waste, are you going to throw the corpse to the beast for dinner?"

Ma Yue's eyes were full of excitement, seeing Xia Feng silently bypassing them, without waiting for Zhou Tong's command, Ma Yue jumped out, laughed at Xia Feng, and kicked the corpse of Uncle Li that Xia Feng was carrying behind his back.

A huge force poured out, directly pressing the summer wind to the ground.

"Ma Yue... You don't want to die!"

Uncle Li is already dead, and Ma Yue dares to kick Uncle Li's body, which is not only a bully to Xia Feng, but also a blasphemy against a deceased person.

"Aha! I can't die well? Why can't I die well?!"

Being yelled at by Xia Feng like this, Ma Yue felt as if he had heard some particularly funny joke, holding his stomach and laughing, and Zhou Tong and the others also showed mocking smiles on their faces.

It's just a waste, they can easily kill Xia Feng by any person, are they still afraid of the threat of a waste?

"Fuck off, waste, I'm happy today!"

Ma Yue laughed, kicked Xia Feng on the back of the dead Uncle Li's back, and kicked the dead Uncle Li's body far away.

"Ma Yue, I swear, I will kill you, cut off your head, put it in front of Uncle Li's grave, and confess to Uncle Li!!"

Seeing Uncle Li's body being kicked away by Ma Yue, Xia Feng's eyes were cracked, his eyes were already blood-red, he glanced at Ma Yue indifferently, staggered to put Uncle Li's body back on his back, and staggered away step by step.

"Whit!

Hearing Xia Feng's hateful words, Ma Yue spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm disdainfully, and then came to Zhou Tong's side like a pug, a trace of cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said with a flattering face: "Brother Zhou Tong, do you want me to solve that waste??"

"No, don't you think it's a very interesting thing to bully that waste? Okay, tomorrow I'm going to retreat, impact the blood refining fivefold, you guys should also work hard, and in the future, this tribe is not our world??"

Facing Ma Yue's flattering face and words, Zhou Tong was very useful, brushed aside the summer breeze that had gone away, and raised his head disdainfully.

"Brother Zhou Tong is really a genius, he has already begun to impact the blood refining fivefold, and I am still refining the blood threefold!"

"Yes, yes, Brother Zhou Tong is as talented as a dragon, and he will definitely be able to transcend blood refining in the future!"

"Brother Zhou Tong, you can't forget us in the future..."

A few little followers let out words of surprise and compliment, which made Zhou Tong's vanity explode greatly, and then waved his hand with satisfaction, and entered the tribe with a few little followers who kept complimenting him.

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"Uncle Li, you have a spirit in the sky, don't worry, for everyone who bullied you and insulted you, I will let them kneel in front of your grave in the future and apologize to you!"

Carrying Uncle Li's body on his back and finding a good place, Xia Feng silently dug a big pit, put Uncle Li's body in it, and then covered it with soil, and covered a small grave bag roughly, without setting up any tombstones, only a rough small grave bag.

After doing all this, the sky was already dark, and by the moonlight, Xia Feng knelt in front of Uncle Li's grave, kowtowed a few times, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and remained silent, like a lone wolf injured in the dark night, and returned to the ancient elephant tribe.