Qiang Liang returned to the Terran tribe with the seriously injured enemy, and the tribesmen had been waiting for a long time. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Originally, they didn't worry much, after all, Qiang Liang had already said that this second battle needed to be lost, and in their minds, it was a big deal to admit defeat directly, and there would be no casualties. Therefore, when they saw Qiang Liang, who was coming quickly with hatred, they were all surprised—they underestimated the shamelessness of the Howling Sky Wolf King!

Looking at the unconscious, bleeding hatred, everyone panicked. The cultivators in the tribe have all been recalled, and I am afraid that they will not be able to save the most powerful hunter in the tribe by relying on mortal means. The patriarch also looked worried, the injury was too serious, and in the past, such injuries either asked the immortal master for treatment, or he could only give up the treatment and let him live and die. Qiu is the most powerful hunter in the tribe, and he is also the one who brings the most food to the tribe with each hunt, so Qiu has gained the respect of most people in the tribe. Watching him die like this, everyone's faces were full of sadness.

Seeing that the people in the tribe can't come up with a good treatment, Qiang Liang has no choice but to make a move, and if he doesn't make a move, the enemy will really bleed to death. So Qiang Liang said, "Let me try." ”

Immediately, some people in the tribe objected: "What if the treatment is not good?"

Qiang Liang frowned, raised his eyes, and saw a thin Terran quietly hiding behind the crowd, who was the one who wanted to hand over Qiang Liang to calm the anger of the wolf clan. Originally, Qiang Liang was not too sure, but when he saw someone say this, he retreated in his heart. "Yes, the treatment methods I knew in my previous life were all simple first aid methods in the book, and I haven't practiced it myself, in case I ......" Qiang Liang was a little unexpected, whether it was in his previous life or this life, Qiang Liang had not yet died in his hands, which made it feel worried!

At this time, the little human race seemed to see Qiang Liang's lack of confidence, and quietly showed his head behind the person and said loudly: "The good sage is just like this, and he wants to try it if he is not sure, and he doesn't treat my human race as a human at all." Not worthy to be called a 'sage'!"

The others couldn't help but frown when they heard the short man's words. Everyone knows what kind of person the good sage is, since he appeared, he has never done anything unfavorable to the human race, but everything is for the sake of the human race, which has greatly promoted the development of the human race, and it can be said that everyone in the tribe has directly or indirectly received the favor of the good sage. But the short man slandered the good sage like this, but it was too much!

Qiu's injuries are getting worse and worse, and his face is getting paler and paler, but everyone is still helpless. Qiang Liang's treatment method in later generations did not dare to use it lightly, and besides, there were still people who fiercely opposed it, so he couldn't say anything more! But he didn't want to watch Qiu die, so he used his Yuan Shen cultivation and gently crossed a trace of immortal qi into Qiu's body, and no matter how much of the mortal body of Qiu, he couldn't bear it. But after all, Qiang Liang has not learned the spell of the repair system, so he can only temporarily delay Qiu's injury, but he cannot heal it.

This was the nasty voice that came again: "You see, the so-called good sage is a cultivator at all. You must know that the cultivators of our human race have been recalled by various forces, why is the good sage still in the tribe? At this time, the more he talked, the more excited he became, and at this time he actually said something that made everyone's faces change greatly! Everyone was already glaring at him, but he still didn't realize it, but said again with intensification: "I see that everyone has joined forces to capture him and hand him over to the wolf clan, maybe they are willing to let us go!"

Qiang Liang was speechless, but he felt that the atmosphere was abnormal in his heart. "Maybe it's because he's meddling in his own affairs!" In the past few days, he has been fighting wits and courage with the Howling Sky Wolf King, and he is already a little haggard, and he is even more dissatisfied, and he just wants to leave this mess behind, and who can help his ancestral witch body freely! I wanted to go to understand, but I saw the worried eyes of Chuan and Xiaoya. There was a burst of unbearability in his heart: "I don't have many friends, how can I lose them because of my insignificant self-esteem!

And the short young man was still agitating: "I think he is here to harm everyone." If it weren't for him, how could we have killed the wolf demon, and how could we have recruited the army of the wolf clan! Everyone can also see that even the most powerful hunter in this tribe has been injured like this, let alone others. If we don't hand over Qiangliang, we will die!"

"Alas!" the patriarch sighed, interrupted him and said, "Little Tiger, how old are you now?"

The short young man hurriedly said, "Father, I am sixteen years old this year. According to the regulations, you can participate in the tribe when it encounters major events!"

The patriarch continued: "Not bad. And you did come up with your own proposals. Come here. The patriarch smiled and said very kindly.

The short young man was happy in his heart: "My father has never been unapologetic to himself, but I didn't expect that this time it was a pleasant face to the son." It seems that his guess is correct: this good sage has taken command of his father as soon as he comes, and he must be dissatisfied!"

The short young man came to the patriarch, who stroked his hair and said, "Your mother once asked me to take good care of you. He's been gone for ten years now, and I haven't been able to take care of you!" the patriarch was very emotional.

Hearing his mother, the short young man's eyes were also red, and he only heard him say, "Father has taken good care of him." But he suddenly felt a pain in his abdomen, and when he looked down, he found that his father was holding a bamboo knife in his hand, which had been deeply pierced into his abdomen. And everyone also exclaimed: "Patriarch, no!"

The patriarch did not stop the movement of his hand, and said: "I raised you as an adult, but I failed to teach you how to be a human being. Then he pulled out the bamboo knife violently and shouted: "The good sage is the sage of my clan, and no one shall wantonly slander and seriously hurt him, otherwise I will kill him with my own hands." The human race is an eventful season, and there are malicious provocateurs, and there is no forgiveness for killing!"

A group of people hurriedly knelt down, and shouted that they would obey the patriarch's orders and unite to fight against foreign enemies!

Looking at the corpse of the short young man who had become stiff, the patriarch said, "I'm tired, and the rest will be presided over by the good sage. Then he said to Qiang Liang: "I hope that the good sage can save a hate, no matter what the result is, no one will blame you." If you don't make a move, he will die, and if you make a move, he may have a glimmer of hope. Even if you fail, no one will blame you!" Then he picked up the body of the short young man and walked to the hut in the back, he was a little rickety—although he was the patriarch, he was also a father!