Zhangxiong Dorje's injuries were so severe that the iron spear pierced directly through his abdomen, and even his intestines were punctured. Blood was pouring all over the floor, as if it had dried up at the moment, and the wound was rolling. And Dorje was already dying, with only half a breath left, unable to speak, and unable to even open his eyes.

Zhangxiong Gyatso hugged his younger brother and wept silently, he only has such a relative, is he going to lose it?

The brown horse Yang Zhen dragged his stump and crawled over with difficulty. All this in front of him was caused by himself, and he felt guilty in his heart, and there were too many words to say.

Zhangxiong Gyatso asked in a hoarse voice, "Who are you?

The tragedy of Solang's family and the dying of his younger brother made Zhangxiong Gyatso furious. He wants revenge, he wants to take revenge, but first he needs to know who his enemy is.

"I am from the Black Sheep tribe, and the man you killed was called Penza Chopi, and the one who escaped was called Davayangdo, and they were all subordinates of Lang Nadu, the leader of the Black Sheep tribe. I have offended Lonade, so he sent men to hunt me down, and I have harmed you. ”

"Black Sheep Tribe, hehe, I remember!" said Zhangxiong Gyatso through gritted teeth, there is no doubt that this is a life-and-death feud. His only purpose next was to take revenge, to avenge his poor brother.

Brown Ma Yangzhen looked at Zhangxiong Dorje, who had already taken in less air and more breath, raised his head, and said to Xiong Gyatso, a very serious object: "You saved me, but I hurt you." From now on, this life of mine is yours. If you want revenge, I will not run away, let me be with you, even if I am killed by Lonnard in the end, I will not regret it. Immortal Heaven testifies!"

Zhangxiong Gyatso didn't seem to hear the words of Brown Ma Yangzhen, his younger brother Dorje's body shook slightly, maybe he was about to swallow his breath the next moment, he put his head against his brother's forehead, hugged him affectionately, and wept silently.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Zhangxiong Gyatso's mind, and he thought of the immortal earth space in his forehead. There is a spring in there, and if the novels I read at some point are not lies, then this spring water should be a fairy spring with miraculous effects, and maybe it can save my brother's life.

Almost impatiently, he pinched open Zhangxiong Dorje's mouth, put his index finger into his mouth, and then, with a movement of his mind, drew a thread of water from the spring water in the immortal land space and poured it into Zhangxiong Dorje's mouth. This process was carried out in Dorje's mouth, so Yang Zhen, the brown horse beside him, did not notice it carefully.

Sure enough, it worked, and after the spring water entered Zhangxiong Dorje's mouth, he was immediately swallowed by him. Then something miraculous happened, visible to the naked eye, and the horrible wound on Dorje's belly began to heal, and finally it grew completely well, not even leaving a scar. If it weren't for the torn gap on the animal skin he was wearing, the brown horse on the side could hardly believe his eyes.

Slowly, but surely, breathing recovered from Zhangzhung Dorje again, and although he remained unconscious, at least he was saved.

"This, this, this...... What the hell is this ......" Brown Ma Yang is really stupid, the scene in front of him is almost a miracle, the dying person is actually alive, how is this possible?

"You read that right, this is a miracle!" it was only then that Zhangzhung Gyatso came back to his senses and secretly thought about how to explain the matter. The immortal earth space cannot be exposed under any circumstances, not even to his younger brother. A flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, and I remembered what happened to me when I was struck by lightning a few days ago, and I had an idea.

"A few days ago, I was struck by the divine thunder of the Immortal Heaven, and I thought that I would definitely die, but I didn't expect that it was the Immortal Heaven God who chose me to be his spokesperson on land, and he gave me magical power to declare the divine power of the Immortal Heaven in this land. Zhangxiong Gyatso said nonsense, but in this extremely backward place in the Tulun Wasteland, perhaps this is a good way for him to develop his own power.

After all, although the barbarians in the Tulum Wasteland are backward and barbaric, their power has long been divided among the big and small leaders, and he must find another way to get ahead.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his idea was good, and when he saw Brown Ma Yangzhen's half-believing gaze, he pretended to be sanctimonious and said to him: "Open your mouth!"

Subconsciously, Brown Ma Yangzhen opened his mouth, and with a flick of his fingers, a few drops of fairy spring water fell into his mouth. There is no delicacy of the elixir and jade liquid, just a few drops of ordinary water fell into his stomach, but the next moment, the injuries all over his body began to recover, and even the broken leg also had a tingling and itching feeling, and the broken bone actually healed magically.

Brown Ma Yang is really convinced, he doesn't believe it, the barbarians of the wasteland are the most in awe of the immortal sky. And Zhangxiong Gyatso proved that he was the land spokesperson of the immortal gods, causing the brown horse Yangzhen to fall to the ground, lying on his stomach with joy and sincerity. Originally, it was to save his life, and he gave his life to Zhangxiong Gyatso, but now he is truly surrendering.

Zhangxiong Gyatso put down his sleeping brother and walked not far away, hugging his mother and sister and crying Dunzhu family. looked at it and shook his head with a sigh...... His aunt and sisters are dead, and Xianquan can't save them. It's all themselves who hurt them, and if they hadn't saved Brown Ma Yangzhen, there wouldn't have been so many disasters.

Helping Solang Gompo heal his injuries, Zhangzhung Dorje also woke up and understood what was happening in front of him. Several people dug a pit on the spot and buried Solang's aunt and sisters.

The people of the wasteland did not set up graves, but drove cattle and sheep to run on the ground where the grandmother was buried, and then all traces were gone. Dust to dust to dust, this is the life of the barbarians.

"Dondrup, Kampot, it was my idea that harmed you, and Aunt Solang and her sisters suffered misfortune. From today on, Solang's family is my relatives, and you are my own brothers. I can't stay here for long, and although I haven't met the big man of the Black Sheep tribe, I've long heard of his narrow-mindedness, and his reputation for being a sure-eyed man has long been heard. I killed his men, and he won't give up. Put away the tent, drive the cattle and sheep, and come with me!"

With a hint of guilt, Zhangxiong Gyatso said.

The main thing is to depend on the opinion of Solang Dunzhu and Jinbaquni, after all, they have just been married, and according to the customs of the wasteland, they will soon be able to live alone. I don't know if they want to divide it or not. As for Kampot and his two younger brothers, who were not yet adults, Zhangzhung Gyatso felt that he had to take on this responsibility.

"Gatso, we listen to you. "Solang Tondrup is a year older than Zhangzhung Gyatso, but he is timid by nature and has no ideas of his own. After discussing it with Kimbatraniro, he accepted Zhangxiong Gyatso's kindness.

This may be the only good news today, although Solang Gongbu is sad, he also rarely shows a smile. He has a close relationship with the Zhangxiong brothers, and they used to go to eat and drink a lot, but now that they have become a family, they are naturally happy.

The two little guys have no opinion, one of them is a seven-year-old Solangele, and a six-year-old Solang Quli, after crying with their brother, they learned that they can live with the Zhangxiong brothers, and they are very excited———— when Solang Gongpot goes to eat, he often brings them back a piece of jerky, and they all know that the food of the Zhangxiong family is good. Poor little children, they do not yet know the painful ............ of losing their mother.