"Haha, then it goes without saying, is the young master the kind of guy who eats people and doesn't spit out bones?"

There was a crisp sound of "pop", Zheng Zheng seemed to be very dissatisfied with the half of the words behind the demon butterfly, and gently patted her round buttocks, and said with a little punishment.

"Huh...... , young master, you hate it so much......" The magic butterfly suddenly became red clouds, and her eyes were full of spring love.

"Young master, you really eat people and never spit out bones, especially for slaves and maids......"

......

After half a month, Zheng Zheng finally ended his pleasant and exciting adventure, not only found the things he thought of, but also unexpectedly gained a few powerful puppets, a few good magic weapons, and some related materials, etc., which can be said to be a full load.

In particular, the black box that was sealed and thrown into the space was a big gain.

That's the real Purple Mansion Yuanying.

Zheng Zheng didn't expect to be able to collect it for his own use, but he could still do it if he infinitely squeezed the bottom of the box that exploited him.

People are swordsmen, I am fish and meat, this is the true portrayal of the fire altar.

It's almost sorted out, Zheng Zheng plans to go back to Guqiu, and after coming out for so long, he doesn't know how the Wingman tribe is doing now.

But before going back, there is one more special thing to do, otherwise even if he returns to Guqiu, his tea and rice will not be fragrant.

For this reason, Zheng Zheng stayed for nearly half a year, and finally waited for Jianlan to get things done.

A few months later, Zheng Zheng and his party broke away from the desert, re-entered the grassland swamp, and returned to Yuanqiu.

I haven't seen it for a while, and it's been turned upside down again.

The valley became more and more prosperous, and the beautiful landscapes, rich land, and powerful defense forces made more and more peace-loving, or weak, and protective races flock to live here.

And because of Zheng Zheng's help, the Yiren not only have a batch of advanced and sharp weapons, but also Liu Qingtaohong and others secretly help them guard the rear base camp, and fight with the Huqiu tribe for several years.

Everything is going in a good direction.

Zheng Zheng was very satisfied.

The seeds planted today will surely bear fruit in the future.

Since there is no concern, Zheng Zheng is like an arrow, but before that, there is one more thing to do. Although he already had a vague idea in his mind, he was not sure whether it would be successful or not.

On this day, the autumn is crisp and the wind is beautiful.

Yi Kun sent away the leaders of the two small tribes, and sat on the throne of the tiger head and drank fruit wine very comfortably.

Over the years, the Winged People tribe has been thriving, and the standard of living has also risen, and the brothers below can get some good things from time to time to pay respect. The fruit wine I am drinking at the moment is said to be brewed by the alpine wall ape, and the yield is extremely rare, and it is strong enough to drink and tasteful. It's a pity that there is too little wine, and I only dare to drink one bowl a day.

"It's a nourishing life. At this moment, a faint and peaceful laughter suddenly sounded in the room.

"Who?" Yi Kun's face sank, and he raised his head, and his tiger eyes flashed with cold light. After being the leader for so many years, he naturally has a majestic momentum.

"Hehe, haven't seen you for a few years, and you forgot my voice so quickly?" said another teaser in the air.

Yi Kun observed for a while, but he didn't find out where the sound source was, and his heart couldn't help but sink.

"Okay, I'm not going to play with you, Yikun, do you still remember me?" A slender and polite young man jumped down from the beam, his movements fluttering as if there was no smell of fireworks in the world.

Yi Kun was like being struck by lightning, his whole body was frozen, his eyes were as wide as copper bells, he stammered a little when he said that he was alive, and his words were chaotic: "You are ...... I ......"

Zheng Zheng waved his hand, and said with a smile on his face: "Don't remember me?"

"Are you the old ancestor?" Yi Kun still couldn't believe it, he rubbed his eyes vigorously, and after confirming that it was correct, he hurriedly stood up from the chair, only to almost climb down with a flip, and shouted in surprise: "Old ancestor." ”

Seeing him like this, Zheng Zheng said with a smile on his face: "The current situation of the tribe is very good, you didn't disappoint me." ”

"That's your blessing to your ancestors. Yi Kun was very excited, and when he heard this, he naturally didn't dare to take credit, and said very respectfully.

"Hehe, don't say polite words, come today, there is something you need to handle. Zheng Zheng casually found a place to sit down, and then spoke.

"Ancestor, please command. ”

"Give you seven days to gather the whole people, including all the barbarians who live in the valleys, and then I have important business to do. Zheng Zheng said lightly.

"Yes. Although Yi Kun didn't understand, he wisely didn't ask more, but agreed without hesitation.

Seven days later.

The valley hills are crowded with people, not only the men, women and children of the winged tribe do not appear, but all kinds of barbarians are also divided in an orderly manner under the unified command. Due to the special explanation, although the whole scene was a little noisy, it was still in order on the whole, and it was still too demanding for them to order the ban like the army.

When the morning sun rises in the sky, a loud bell rings across the land, and then a cool morning breeze blows, with a faint fragrance of flowers, and the white mist that has been hanging over the stream gradually drifts away. At this time, a four-winged Pegasus dragged Jin Luan drove out of the fog, full of golden light, flower petals fluttering, the scene was extremely shocking.

As soon as the carriage appeared, it shook the barbarians.

Then, in front of and behind the carriage, there were also four fairies holding flower blue, fluttering dresses, and light veils on their faces.

"Respect the law, the altar of the great witch is opened, and all the witches are invited to come and worship. ”

This voice seemed to carry magical power, resounding throughout the valley hills, guiding groups of winged people to begin to advance towards the legendary holy land.

The fog gradually dispersed, and a magnificent, domineering, golden and splendid tall altar slowly appeared in front of you. Twelve black columns stand tall in the sky, carved with various motifs of demon gods, each inspiring awe and worship, and a path paved with bright red flowers stretches like a red carpet to the bottom of the altar, giving it a solemn and solemn feel. There were one hundred and eight flags fluttering in the wind all around, killing them majestically.

And on the altar, there is a statue as high as a hundred feet, it is a python head human figure, covered with black scales, stepping on a black dragon, wrapped around a green python, eight-armed giant tail, glaring at the sky angrily, plus a huge water halberd inserted on the back, even more majestic.

In front of the statue, a boxy offering table is placed. There are chickens, cows, pigs, sheep, all kinds of livestock, incense burners, lamps, banners, runes, paper, etc., all the things to worship.

At the side of the offering under the altar, there was also a slender young man wearing a gossip robe and holding a scepter.