"Is there something wrong?" asked Huang Qi.

"Master, the boy who is a pangolin reported that it is close to Silan Mountain, where the clansmen gather, and the Iron Horn Ox asked the master how to deal with the other tribesmen, whether to bring them back to the clan, or don't make arrangements!"

Huang Qi was stunned, laughed self-deprecatingly, he was busy cultivating, but he even forgot about it, and after thinking about it, these people must not be able to bring it back, at least not now, and it must be the same way that the Iron Horn Ox should think the same, otherwise, you don't have to ask yourself, just bring it back.

"Let the Iron Horn arrange it as you wish, well, it's best to arrange a location closer to the clan, and it's good to have a response when there is something. ”

"Uh-huh, the master has thought it through in detail, and the little fox admires it!"

"Okay, don't be a sycophant, I said, let's not do this, well, go ahead. Huang Qi waved his hand.

The little fox nodded and jumped and flew away, passed the meaning of Huang Qi to the ironhorn and ran back, obediently lying beside him.

After this danger, its identification with Huang Qi has greatly increased, and it has become much more affectionate, and it has unconsciously become a little dependent.

Huang Qi opened his senses, only to know that his body was rising and falling, being carried forward by four other tribesmen on animal skin stretchers, the four people looked up high, extremely proud, and their eyes were also high above the top, looking at the others arrogantly and proudly, and only when they faced the Sumerians, their heads and faces would be lowered, and their expressions would be flattering and submissive. And all the Sumerians were full of a strange look, although their heads were not high and arrogant, they were full of confidence and pride, and their eyes looked at Huang Qi from time to time, and the color of fanatical reverence in their eyes became stronger.

In contrast, the expressions of the rest of the tribes were much worse, their heads were lowered, their eyes were wet, they looked like they didn't know how to pick up gold when they saw it, their eyes were cowering, dodging, and they were nearly ten meters away from Huang Qi, but they didn't dare to look at him.

With a faint smile, he looked at the Cuiye Butterfly again, the Cuiye Butterfly was close to the clan, and was carefully arranging his clothes and hair, he looked quietly, looked away, and looked at everyone again, and found nothing special, only felt strange, some did not understand, it seemed that the Sumerian heads were higher, and those of the other tribesmen had lower heads.

Monkey Fruit received the assignment of the Iron Horn Ox, and together with the King Kong Rock, shouted loudly, and led all the other tribesmen to leave the Sumerians and Huangqi, and went to a hidden valley to settle down first.

Huang Qi suddenly remembered something, and Chuanyin asked: "Sanwei, I remember that Nagano said, the words "Hundred Years of Beast Tide", what does this mean, isn't there a beast tide every twenty years in the Whistling Plain, why is it a hundred years this time." ”

"Hehe," the little fox smiled proudly, "It's been a hundred years, master." ”

After some communication with Huang Qi before, this little guy became closer and more excited, and his desire to speak and show off was even higher.

The little fox's little chest was held high, and his three big tails wagged around, thinking to himself that it was time for him to behave in front of his master, but he had to do his best.

Clearing his throat, even though he didn't need his voice at all, he said with a bang: " The master can ask the right person, not the little fox boasting about the cow, if the master asks other people, it can be said that you can't get any answer, or incomplete, even if, oh, the iron horn cow that is calling the tribesmen, or, the oldest in the silly station seems to be the most experienced silly wood, will not know, will not know, will not know, but ask the little fox is different, who is the little fox, the little fox has loved books since he was a child, and the countless books in the family are all rotten, and the rotten is not a little bit, those books are strange, all-encompassing.......”

"Hey, let's talk about the point, the point!" Huang Qi heard the blue tendons on his forehead beating suddenly, and said in his heart, why didn't he find out that this guy was a chatter before.

"Oh oh" The little fox nodded continuously, his interest did not decrease by half, his saliva splashed, and he continued to say: "Master! The matter of the hundred-year beast tide, it is a long story, it may be a thousand pieces of cloth long, but to put it simply, it is only one piece of cloth, in fact, for the beast clan, the real beast tide is only once, that is, the beast tide once in a hundred years, the others are all fake, hum, all are fake, as for the origin of the beast tide, it will start from the past thousand years, it is said that thousands of years ago, well, or thousands of years ago......."

Buzz~~

Huang Qi heard his head wide, his ears buzzing, as if a fly was spinning in front of him, flapping his wings and screaming.

"According to the records in the book, the hundred-year beast tide is one of the ways for the high-level beasts to control the number of low-level beasts and cultivate the elites of the beasts, hehe, this is just one of them, when it comes to the methods of cultivating elites of the beasts, there are countless kinds, and the legend ........"

Buzz!~~~

Seven or eight flies are flying~~

"According to the book, in the hundred-year beast tide, there will generally be countless orderless beasts, the first- and second-order beasts are the main force, the third-order beasts are elite, the fourth-order and fifth-order, there will also be, the number is not detailed, hehe, the little fox has an algorithm, you can guess eight or nine is not far from ten, this algorithm is ......."

Buzz! ~~~~~

A whole bunch of flies are flying~~~

Huang Qi was dizzy and lightheaded, and his eyes were black for a while, and most of what the little fox said behind him couldn't be heard clearly, only a large number of flies in front of him, flying around, and a lot of ...... in his ears

"Stop ....." Huang Qi's face was pale, and he waved his hand and shouted with difficulty, resisting the urge to slap the little fox to death with one palm, and covering his head with one hand.

"Uh......" The little fox choked, thinking to himself, what is the subtlety of the master...... Mmmm, I must be complaining that Xiaohu didn't speak carefully enough, uh-huh, think about it, there are indeed some places that are shallow, Xiang Huang Qi flattered Mei, his pointed mouth opened, and a bunch of bigger saliva flew out: "Master, this hundred-year-old beast tide, it is said that it comes from the ancient beast god Anubis ......"

Huang Qi was shaky, he couldn't talk anymore, and hurriedly turned off the soul transmission, his mind was still dizzy.

"Uh......" The little fox stopped again, wondering in his heart, why didn't the master listen, he just made a good start, and he was paving, and he was still a big step away from **......."

After a while, the buzzing dizziness was better, Huang Qi shook his head vigorously, his mind was a little clearer, there was a cold sweat on his forehead, and he said in his heart, it was so dangerous, fortunately, he saw the opportunity quickly, otherwise, it was possible to say that it was possible to spray soul essence to the little fox, I couldn't think of it~...... This coward, he really let go of his personality, and he slipped away, and his words were so powerful, it was terrifying~...... Nagano...... It's really a scumbag....... invincible.......

Originally, he was going to ask more, thinking about Nagano being provoked in the end, but he inadvertently revealed a lot of inside information, what a hundred years of beast tide, the little fox is the fire fox family, the pursuit of the fire fox family, and, the slave emblem of the green leaf butterfly, how to get rid of it, think about it, it seems that the more you think about it, the more things you have to ask......

But he glanced at the little fox who was still spitting spitting wildly, like a state of saliva possession, as if he saw a huge fly the size of a puppy buzzing and spitting, the power was boundless, his heart was chilling, and he hurriedly closed his mouth, he didn't dare to ask anymore.

After thinking about it, his mind was in a mess, and he didn't know what to do, he suddenly bit his teeth, his heart was ruthless, and he said fiercely: "You stinky street! I don't want to, no matter how much I want to have a fart, ten thousand big things, the sky will fall and be covered by a quilt!"

Talking to himself a few times, I only felt that my mind was much clearer, and I agreed with my own thoughts, it was meant to be like this, and the things I couldn't figure out were simply a waste of brain cells, and it wasn't what people like me should think about at all, besides, I was just a dog, a black and slippery black dog, and when I saw the enemy, I just jumped on it and bit it, and I still need my brain?

He laughed proudly, and no longer thought about it, and then let go of the perception, only to realize that the little fox had stopped talking at some point, and was looking at himself with infinite resentment, his small mouth was puffing and drumming, and there seemed to be countless saliva accumulation waiting for him, and his heart was beating, but at this time, the iron horned bull came over, and the little fox turned his head to him, and his small mouth cracked and smiled, and a trace of saliva flowed down the corner of his mouth.

The ironhorn was sad, he didn't have a chance to open his mouth at all, he was drowned by the little fox's snort, his face turned from red to blue, from green to white, from white to vomiting, and he hurriedly called the silly wood instead, and against the little fox's more resentful eyes, he covered his numb scalp and staggered away in pain.

The stupid wood didn't know what was going on, standing stupidly, waiting for the command, the little fox's black crystal eyes turned, the three big tails were raised, and the brush was brushed twice, and it had jumped to the shoulders of the stupid wood, and the four small claws tightly grasped the stupid wood's head firmly, hehe, it is now reaching the high / tide wow, it will take at least half an hour to leak it, and finally catch one, this is the world upside down and will not let go of the claws.

Fortunately, the stupid wood is also considered lucky, and he doesn't need to hold it.

All the Sumerians and other tribesmen, suddenly, burst into cheers, wave after wave, sound for a long time, with great excitement and joy.

The Sumerian gathering place ——— Mount Silan is in sight!

They're truly safe!

They're home!

The high and beautiful peak, the verdant color, full of vitality, completely ignited everyone's homesickness, and the tiredness of everyone's body disappeared at once, and they talked and laughed loudly and quickened their pace, and the voice was loud and loud, but no one heard the little fox's sharp chanting mantra anymore.

Although Huang Qi couldn't see it, his powerful perception knew everything from everyone's voices and expressions, and his heart was also excited, and a cordial feeling emerged, and he couldn't wait to fly up Silan Mountain immediately.

Originally, after experiencing the perception of causing trouble to the long-haired clan Changye, he had become much more cautious, and he only used perception occasionally along the way, and the range of perception was also controlled within a radius of about twenty meters, but at this time, he was excited and excited, but he didn't want to scruple anymore.

Silan Mountain!

The beautiful Silan Mountain!

My hometown, my home!

I am back!

I am back!

I'm back!

His soul shouted loudly, feeling a burst of agitation, which quickly spread out into the distance, and at the same time, a faint sadness poured into his heart, and he stopped shouting abruptly, his throat choked, and he couldn't make a sound anymore.

He came back, but Dahlia never came back, the two of them went out, and he came back alone!

The mountain is still Silan Mountain, the mountain is still verdant and beautiful, but Silan Mountain has since lost the most beautiful dahlias, and the most beautiful and lively scenery is missing, even if the mountain is beautiful, it will be dimmed, because she is no longer there, the mountain is only her shadow, and everywhere is the crisp and delicate laughter she once left is echoing, which makes people feel desolate and cold.