"Big brother, do you think it's a little strange for them to look at us?"

Zishu roasted the deer leg in his hand and whispered to Xun beside him.

She always felt that those people looked at them as if they were looking at a loser, and looked at the barbecue in her hand with a little regret.

It feels weird.

Isn't it just a roasted bighorn deer? Why do people who pass by look at them strangely?

When he heard this, he looked up, and there were more than a dozen people passing by not far away and entering the woods.

The men just glanced at them, carried their weapons and walked over.

Xun shook his head and said, "No, you read it wrong, right?"

Zishu twisted his eyebrows, is it really that he is too careful?

The truth is, after the group left here, they started talking.

"Those people just ate bighorn deer, right?"

"Yes, definitely, the antlers of the two bighorn deer are still there, and judging by the length and shape of the antlers, the bighorn deer is probably an intermediate beast. ”

"Intermediate bighorn deer, I actually ate it like this, but I'm really willing to eat it. ”

"I didn't see them for the first two days, so I guess they don't know. ”

"Most likely, I heard that yesterday the people of the Cloud Bee tribe sent one to the adults on the top of the mountain. ”

"Did you really change a second-level nameware?"

"I heard that someone saw the people of the Cloud Bee tribe, and when they came out, they were happy. ”

"That's probably really a second-level inscription, no wonder a lot of people went out early in the morning today. ”

"You say, what would be the reaction if that group of people just now knew that they had eaten a second-level inscription?"

........

In the place where Zishu didn't know it, many people were discussing the matter of the people of the Cloud Bee tribe yesterday exchanging a mid-level bighorn deer for a second-level inscription.

At this time, Zishu and the others were roasting venison, and in their eyes, this bighorn deer was just food for the time being.

*

The top of the mountain, inside a separate large cave.

On a dreamlike cloud bed, a little girl of eleven or twelve years old was lying.

Her long, slightly curly hair was scattered on the cloud bed, and her hands folded in front of her like a sleeping princess.

At the entrance of the cave, two warriors are guarding with knives.

A young man in a black cloud robe with a grim face walked out of the cave on the left.

The two soldiers guarding the door saw the young man coming, and saluted without humility or arrogance: "Young Master." ”

"Well, the young master of Qiushui has woken up?" asked Litian Ming with a slight bow, looking at the cave.

"The young master hasn't woken up yet. One of the fighters replied.

"Hmm" Litian replied faintly, lowered his eyes, and was about to turn to leave, when a woman walked out of the cave on the right-hand side.

She was dressed in white spruce, with dark patterns at the hem of her skirt, her hair held back with a white animal bone, and a wooden bowl in her hand, in which the fish soup was still steaming.

"Aunt Bing. Seeing the young woman, Li Tianming said hello, and the steps that were about to leave stopped.

"The young master of the underworld, the young master of my family has not gotten up yet, you wait a moment. ”

Aunt Bing bowed slightly towards Litian Ming, and after finishing speaking, she raised her hand to uncover the corner of the white animal skin blocking the entrance of the cave and walked in.

After the white animal skin was lowered, it shook and blocked the view from the sky.

He turned to the side of the corridor and lowered his eyes as he watched the warriors of the lower tribes at the foot of the mountain busy, his eyes calm.

In the cave, Aunt Bing stepped on the thick animal skin and came to the cloud bed, and shouted softly: "Young master, it's time to get up and drink snow fish soup." ”

"I haven't woken up yet, I haven't heard. ”

The girl's eyelashes fluttered a few times on the bed, and she raised her hand to cover her ears, deceiving herself.

Aunt Bing took out a set of pink spruce from the space bag without changing her face, put it on the cloud bed, and said, "Young master, the snow fish soup should be drunk while it is hot. ”

For his young master to find various reasons not to drink snow fish soup every day, he is obviously used to it.

Hearing this, Qiushui sat up from the cloud bed, raised his head, looked at Aunt Bing pitifully and said, "Aunt Bing, I don't want to drink snow fish soup, can I not drink it today?"

"Young master, this snow fish was brought back from the deep sea by the eldest young master. The eldest young master explained that you must drink a bowl of snow fish soup every morning. Aunt Bing refused without hesitation.

When Qiushui heard this, although he didn't want to drink it, he still raised his hand to take the wooden bowl in Aunt Bing's hand, and a smell of medicine came to his nose.

She frowned, her face was bitter, and she still drank the snow fish soup in the wooden bowl.

Qiushui handed the wooden bowl in his hand to Aunt Bing next to him, picked up the pink spruce on the cloud bed and changed it, and asked, "Aunt Bing, when will Uncle Ye come back?" We have been here for three days, and I am almost suffocated to death every day when I stay on this mountain. ”

When Aunt Bing heard this, she turned over the wooden bowl in her hand and put it into the space bag, hesitated for a moment and said, "Lord Ye didn't say anything when he went out, young master, if you are bored, you can go down the mountain for a walk." ”

"Then go down the mountain and have a look. ”

After Qiushui finished speaking, he turned around and waved towards the cloud bed.

The cloud bed, which was originally like a dream, shrank into a milky white bead after a cloud and mist churned.

The milky white beads, which were slightly smaller than the baby's fist, flew into Qiushui's palm, and she turned her hand and put it away.

"Aunt Bing, let's go. Qiushui came to the mouth of the cave, lifted the animal skin at the mouth of the cave, and walked out.

Aunt Bing hurriedly followed.

Li Tianming heard the footsteps coming from behind him, turned around and saw Qiushui walking out of the cave, and asked with thick eyebrows and a slight frown: "Young Qiushui is going down the mountain?"

Although he didn't say it, but looking at his expression, Qiushui knew that this person didn't approve of her going out.

"Well, I'll just go down the mountain for a walk, if the young master of the underworld has something to do, go and do your own business, don't worry about me, I have Aunt Bing and the guards to protect me, there will be no danger." After Qiushui finished speaking, he didn't care about him, turned around and walked down the mountain.

Hmph, you don't want to follow me, I don't want you to follow me yet.

If you call you a young master, you really think of yourself as a young master?

Hmph, I'm still the young master of Mingxi, what kind of face do you put in front of me.

Qiushui smelled the aroma of barbecue wafting from the mountain, and quickly left this annoying heaven and earth behind, quickened his pace, and ran towards the bottom of the mountain.

After Aunt Bing came out, she glanced away from Tianming, waved to the warriors on both sides, and the three of them followed Qiushui towards the bottom of the mountain.

As for leaving the heavens, he is not the young master of their tribe, so he only calls him a young master when he respects.

Hmph, dare to give them the young master's face, who gave him the face?

Li Tianming looked at the backs of the four of them leaving, and there was a crack in his originally cold face, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

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