The wind blew through the withered yellow grassland, bringing up a burst of golden waves. The broken blades of grass swirled and blew over the heads of the people with the northwest wind.

Even those so-called Beidi masters were dazzled for a while.

Jiang Zhongyu hid in the grass and raised his hand to shoot an arrow at the sedan chair in the distance. Without waiting to see the results, he immediately shifted his position.

The arrow swooped into the sedan chair with a sound of breaking through the air.

At this time, the big man kneeling in front of the sedan chair reacted and wanted to go over to save.

There were a few coughs from the sedan chair: "Rising Sun, go and get that little mouse for me." ”

The big man, named Rising Sun, picked up his stick and ran wildly in the direction where the arrow came. Along the way, the sticks were waved, like a storm blowing on the grassland.

In the sedan chair, an old man and a young man in Zhaohua City sat in it a few days ago, one holding a stove in his hand and wearing a thick animal skin jacket.

The incoming arrows remained in the air, and the ripples on the tips of the arrows continued to weaken the arrow's forward force.

The porcelain doll-like child also reached out and flicked the tip of the arrow a few times, attracting the old wizard's slightly angry eyes.

The porcelain doll was not afraid, and poked the tip of the arrow with her fingertips from time to time: "You say, this bow is probably harder than the ones in the clan who are named Mo Rigen, right? With that, the fingertips were used harder, and the arrow was finally consumed, and it landed in the sedan chair with a click.

The porcelain doll clapped its hands: "It's falling, it's finally falling." It flies much longer than a few Mozhigan's arrows in the clan. He turned his head and grinned at the old wizard, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth: "Master, if you give me this person, will I be able to inherit his strength?"

The old wizard took a few hard breaths of the green smoke from the stove, and did not say anything.

The porcelain doll's annoyed bared teeth.

The old wizard just smiled, not caring at all. This Dedema was the blood of the fetus and the gods that he had died prematurely, as well as the corpses of various beasts. The creatures created have the teeth and appetite of hungry wolves, and the digestive abilities of wild dogs. He has a god-like strange ability to absorb the strengths of others, and most importantly, he has a beautiful face that deceives people.

If one day, she can swallow a true god, maybe she can become a new god, a god I created!

The old wizard looked at the vigorous porcelain doll that picked up the arrow and gnawed at it with some chagrin. Take advantage of this southward journey, let her suffer a little loss, and completely subdue her. A sword without a scabbard is as likely to hurt yourself as it is to hurt others.

Rising Sun searched around, but as expected, found nothing. I had to go back to my life in despair.

The old wizard in the sedan chair didn't say anything, but the porcelain doll-like Dedema opened his mouth: "Rising Sun, the ancestor named you Rising Sun, so that you are like a storm on the grassland." Why do you look like a frightened sheep in a storm now? The ancestor asked you to catch the little mouse, where is the little mouse you caught?"

Rising Sun bowed his head and knelt in front of the sedan chair, not daring to talk. If the great wizard who has lived for three or four hundred years in the tribe is considered an old ancestor, then this Dedema can be regarded as a small ancestor. And this little ancestor is more difficult to serve than the old ancestor. If you make the ancestor unhappy, you will be reprimanded and whipped a few times, and it will be a big deal to be poisoned by the ancestor and die quickly. And this little ancestor, three sentences are unsatisfactory, but he wants to eat people, and the last one who was eaten was just because he accidentally knocked over the little ancestor's sheep blood soup. was ordered by the little ancestor to be tied up, and he ate it clean one bite at a time, starting from his feet. Known as the flower of the tribe, Ulji howled for six or seven days before he died.

Seeing that Rising Sun didn't answer, Dedema lifted the curtain and revealed a head: "Rising Sun, are you dissatisfied with me?"

Rising Sun Gan hurriedly shook his head: "Rising Sun doesn't dare." “

Dedema sniffled: "Since you're not dissatisfied with me, you're dissatisfied with the ancestor?"

Before the rising sun could react, Jiang Zhongyu had already shot out from under the car and fled into the distance.

Dedema's delicate little hands were full of blood from Jiang Zhongyu's back, so he stuffed it into his mouth and licked it again and again with his tongue.

Jiang Zhongyou endured the sharp pain in his back and tried to escape. When I got out of the bottom of the car just now, I was grabbed by the little monster in the back. Now not only the whole back is itching, but even the body is slowly itching. It's just that there are dozens of people led by the Rising Sun and three or four steppe wolves chasing behind him, and he dares to stop and treat his injuries.

He just took out the porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a few antidote pills that he didn't know what they did, and ate them indiscriminately.

As expected, those so-called antidote elixirs have no effect on the poison on the back. Gradually, Jiang Zhongyu's eyes turned black and his ears roared. Relying on a mouthful of internal strength, he continued to flee eastward.

When he escaped about thirty or forty miles, he finally exhausted his internal strength, fell into a grass nest, closed his eyes and waited for death.

Smoke billowed in the distance, and a powerful heat wave was blown by the northwest wind and quickly hit the south.

Rising Sun's face changed continuously, and he swayed for a long time between continuing to capture the middle reaches of the river and going back to rescue the ancestor. In the end, he chose to reflexively find his ancestor.

After a while, a slightly emaciated hand grabbed Jiang Zhongyu's collar, took a closer look, and stretched out his nose to sniff. A white jade-colored pill was taken out of his arms and stuffed into the mouth of the middle reaches of the river.

"Childe, such a dying man, why did you save him? “

"It's useful. Hurry up and give it to Childe, I'll put this man on my back. “

"Childe, you are abusing children! Xiao Liuzi is not convinced!!"