Recently, there are more and more children in the greenhouse.

I heard from the barbarian that the barbarian winter is coming, and some poor tribes can't afford to raise these children, so they have to throw them outside.

The brute idiot took the little hand of the man, turned his head to look at her, and thought to himself, maybe he and she were abandoned like this, and then picked up by the barbarian.

trotted all the way, not far away, a greenhouse made of grass and trees came into view, and the idiot shouted while running: "Sister Yun'er, the barbarian has found another child." ”

The curtain of the greenhouse opened and a girl came out. The girl is a few years older than the idiot, and at the moment she looks at the idiot, with a smile on her face,

"Idiot, don't keep yelling. The girl called Sister Yun'er touched the head of the idiot. The brute idiot smirked, turned his head and pulled the somewhat panicked child behind him, "Sister Yun'er, this is a brute encounter, and the barbarian said that he will be my partner in the future." ”

The children who were picked up had no name or surname, and the barbarian took the barbarian as his surname, and most of the children here had the surname of the barbarian. Manyun looked at Manyu softly, "Poor child, you must have suffered a lot, look at what is dirty on your body." She pulled the brute and said, "Go home with my sister." ”

The three of them walked into the greenhouse, a bonfire was burning in the center of the shed, and there was a circle of people around.

"Idiot, are you going out hunting with those kids again? The idiot smirked and nodded, and the man frowned and said:

"You, you, you, you've been sold and you have to help count the money. Those children are looking at how well you play the flint, you see that every time you contribute, where is the benefit of yours, really, we are just outsiders after all. ”

The idiot smirked: "But my flint is a good fight, others want me to help, I can't refuse." The man pursed his lips, and the people around him just laughed, ignoring the idiot.

The children here don't play with the brute idiot, one dislikes the brute stupid, and the other dislikes the brute and the weak.

Barbarians value strength, have great strength, and have a lot of blood tricks are strong people, and people like barbarians who have not opened their blood tricks and are still weak are naturally not welcomed.

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it, gather around, let's tell stories. Manyun sat down with the manyu who had washed his body. The washed brute had a fair face and a flushed face, and sat next to the brute with his knees hugged, causing the brute to smirk at her.

"Sister Yun'er, what are you talking about today. The barbarian cloud was a little older than all of them, and smiled at the moment, "Today, we will tell the story of the barbarians. ”

"The barbarians have developed from the ancient era, and for countless years of history, they have been dominating all regions of southern Xinjiang. ”

"The barbarians cultivate qi and blood, and open up the world with their strength, and the barbarian god is even more single-handedly crushing the other four territories and dominating the southern frontier. ”

"Under the barbarian gods, there are the ten saints of the barbarians, each of which is a transcendent cultivator, crushing one side. ”

"My barbarians are divided into many tribes, a total of ten large tribes, hundreds of small tribes. My Bloodbarian Division is a branch of one of the four Bloodbarian Divisions. ”

"The Ten Cultivators are in charge of the Endless Territory, and most of my Blood Barbarian is in charge of the Blood Barbarian Lord. ”

"There are four tribes in most of the Blood Barbarian Division, in addition to our Blood Barbarian Division, there are also the Green Fang Division, the Shachi Division, and the Liyue Division. My blood barbarian division is not strong, and if you want to get ahead in this center, you can only build a barbarian road. ”

The brute cloud spoke, and the brute listened dumbly. Every time he listened to this story, he was very serious.

Cultivating manpower is to condense the blood in the body, and the blood is the extreme, and every time you condense one, you will have more strength.

The barbarian idiot has no blood knot, although he is very accurate in hitting the flint, but he can't coagulate the blood knot, so he can't be a brute cultivator.

The night was dark, the stars were shining, and everyone fell asleep, and the brute fell asleep with the clouds snuggled up, while the brute lay on the other side, having a strange dream.

In the dream, he was another name, and he was poked back and forth by a girl who looked like a brute encounter, and he was tickled by the poke......

......

In the next few days, the idiot did not leave the tribe after a long absence, but stayed around the greenhouse.

"Idiot, you see, my flint can hit so far. The brute jumped up and boasted proudly to the brute.

The brute idiot smirked, but he rubbed two flints in his hands, and when the firelight flickered, he flicked his fingers, and the flints flew out with a whistling, and huge sparks were generated between the frictions in the air, which accurately hit the straw on the side.

"Oh, why did you put the grass on fire, hurry up and put out the fire!" Manyu's eyes widened, and he didn't care about the others to step on the fire. The brute was stunned for a while, and he stepped on it, and the fire gradually became smaller.

"This fire is small, it won't go too far. "Idiot scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

"That's not good, my mother said, straw is food, and it is also used to save lives, and we can't spoil the food, otherwise we will all starve." "Barbarian squatted on the ground, his eyes a little dumbfounded.

The brute was stunned for a moment, and remembered that the barbarian had said his life experience. She was originally a child of a small tribe next to her, her family was very poor, her mother died of illness some time ago, and winter was approaching, so the tribesmen ruthlessly threw her out.

Seeing that the barbarian was a little sad, the barbarian idiot didn't know what to do, he was sweating profusely, but the people on the side laughed. "Okay, I won't bully you, it's boring. She stuck out her tongue, but clutched the dry straw that had burned in her bosom even tighter.

......

"The patriarch is back!"

At this time, a male voice came, like a bell, and people looked up one after another. I saw a withered old man floating not far away.

The old man floated in the air, smiling all over his face, and the people around him knelt down one after another, their eyes respectful. The barbarian also knelt down, "I've seen the patriarch." ”

The patriarch of the Blood Barbarian Branch laughed, raised his hand and waved, but without seeing any movement from him, the barbarian was pulled up. "Barbarian, have you caught any fresh game recently, I'm dying of hunger when I go out of the mountains this time. His eyes were bright, and he had half the momentum of a patriarch.

The barbarian smiled bitterly, but still said respectfully: "Patriarch, the children in the tribe have caught a few game ......" Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the patriarch raising his hand.

"Well, when it comes to children, one thing comes to mind. The patriarch's disconnection made the barbarian man's forehead sweat. I saw the patriarch wave his hand, and suddenly a cloth bag appeared in the palm of his hand, and he fell down,

"Come out, come out, don't be crooked. He muttered, and the light flashed, and more than a dozen figures appeared in place.

Some of these people looked like literati, and some were dressed as warriors, and they looked dazed at the moment, obviously not knowing what was going on. "Patriarch, this is ......" The barbarian was also stunned.

The Blood Barbarian Patriarch laughed and said, "These are all gentlemen captured by the old man from the Terran and used to teach our children to practice. His face suddenly straightened, "There are still three months, and the barbarian sacrifice of the Blood Barbarian Branch is about to begin, and these three months will let the guys of the human race teach them something, whether it is the performance at that time or in the future, it will be good." You call the kids over. ”

The barbarian lord received the order, and after a while, many children, including the barbarian idiot, gathered together. The patriarch looked at them with a smile and suddenly sighed,

"If my barbarian clan had the creativity of the human race, I am afraid that I would have unified the five domains long ago. He turned his head and glared at the Terrans below. "Hurry up, each of you picks a few children, and teach them as best you can, if you don't teach them well, you just wait to be eaten." ”

Seeing that those people didn't move for a long time, the patriarch frowned and snorted, and a middle-aged man who looked like a warrior rose into the air and was grabbed by him. "I don't have much patience, either teach or, die. The patriarch had a fierce glint in his eyes and raised his hand to throw him down.

These people's cultivation is not weak, but they can't move at all in front of the patriarch. The patriarch snorted coldly: "In three months, teach these children well, and then you can leave." ”

The middle-aged man's face was pale, he stood up, and looked at the children with a bitter look at the corners of his mouth, but his eyes lit up, "What a strong physique, and some of them have already embarked on the path of cultivation." Without hesitation, he pointed to a child, "I'll pick him." ”

The selected child was stunned and was taken away by the middle-aged man at the signal of the patriarch. With the first one, there is the second, and since there is no escape, other Terrans have begun to choose children, and soon the number of children is rapidly decreasing.

The brute looked around, but no one chose him, and those Terrans frowned when they saw him stupid, and then skipped him. After a while, the surrounding children were all picked up, and they glanced at the brute when they left.

Only the brute and the other person remained. It was a middle-aged man who looked like a scholar, he kept his eyes closed, did not choose a child, and only after everyone else had left, did he open his eyes, looking at the idiot standing there in a daze, and a trace of softness appeared in his eyes.

He walked over to the brute and held out his hand, "Come with me." ”

The idiot raised his hand as if he didn't understand, and the two hands were together.

The wind is arrogant and arrogant, and the graceful and elegant is also my teacher.

Seeing the sea without forgetting the love, at this time only a name.