Haiqiu Division, is a larger tribe on the land of the Wu Clan, now these are only part of it, the length of this team, from a distance to see a connection, densely packed, there are a large number of huge fierce beasts on the ground supporting a unique appearance of buildings and the people of the Haiqiu tribe, slowly moving forward.

In the sky, thousands of autumn fish swam away, like covering the sky, bursts of whistling sounds swirled, and there were many such autumn fish beasts spread out, patrolling in all directions.

Su Ming sat cross-legged on the body of a thousand-zhang turtle beast, and around him sat cross-legged nine Haiqiu tribesmen, these nine people were very good, and all of them were Yang Wu.

They surrounded Su Ming as if they were surrounded, this was the order of the witch man.

Next to Su Ming, there was a person lying down, this person was the old man of the barbarian clan, his whole body could not move, but his mind was sober, and his heart was full of shock at the scene he had just seen with his own eyes.

He didn't believe that Su Ming was a dementor, but the development of things made him hesitate in the end, and he couldn't tell who Su Ming was at this moment

Su Ming was silent all the way, sitting there cross-legged, his expression was as usual, not revealing the slightest thought in his heart, the turtle beast he was in was the second of the nine, and the first turtle beast in front of him was the car of the witch man.

In Su Ming's position, he could see the long-haired man with his back to him on the body of the first turtle beast in the distance, the length of this person's hair was something Su Ming had never seen before, and it was also the first absolute witch he had ever seen.

Especially when he thought of the barbarian realm comparable to the Absolute Witch, Su Ming's eyes would shrink.

"How many witches are there...... It must not be much, such as the great consummation of the barbarian soul, it must be very rare. "Su Ming knew very little about the level of the Absolute Witch and the Savage Soul Consummation, which was too far away for him.

"Just one glance can make the early stage of the barbarian soul almost collapse...... is captured, and the strength of the witch is so strong that I am afraid that it can be regarded as the pinnacle of power in the entire Nanchen.

Witch ...... I just don't know what this person's name is, but I think about it, it must be in the Wuman and barbarian clans, both of whom are famous. Su Ming didn't move life and death, and looked around.

The migration speed of this tribe is not fast, when dusk comes, the migration team gradually stops, in this desolate land, one by one the tribesmen of the Haiqiu tribe skillfully arrange a place of animal skin tents, set up a bonfire, everything is in order, without the slightest sense of chaos, as if everyone knows what they want to do.

At the end of dusk, when the sky was dark, the bonfires would be reflected all around, as a temporary tribe to rest, its scope was still very large, at least Su Ming stood there, when he raised his eyes and looked into the distance, he could only see the end vaguely, but he couldn't see exactly how big this temporary tribe was.

The moon in the sky gradually loomed from the clouds, the earth flickered in the firelight, although it was dark in the distance, but in this tribe, it was relatively bright, some children were playing with each other, sometimes there was the sound of laughter, gradually, as the tribesmen of the Haiqiu tribe each took out food, and some tribesmen baked meat with a bonfire, the fragrance spread, and the whole temporary tribe began to make lively sounds.

Su Ming sat by the bonfire, watching all this, if he didn't look at the thorns, he would even have an illusion that the place where he was not a witch clan, but a barbarian clan.

Whether it is food or living habits, everything is too similar in these two races, except for the difference in supernatural powers, except for the difference in magic.

When Su Ming was in a trance, he saw that in another location of the bonfire not far away, there were three seven or eight-year-old children, wearing animal skins and hair that were a little scattered, and they were playing and chasing each other, among them was a child with big eyes and a pink face, looking very cute.

The child ran ahead, laughing with joy, while the two companions behind him were chasing.

"You two are running too slowly, I'll count to three, and if you can't catch up with me, this Aso drum won't be played with for you. The boy who was running in front of him had a small round drum in his hand and a connected handle, which he was holding, but the ground was not flat, and when he turned back to speak, the soles of his feet were tripped and the whole person fell down immediately.

As soon as he fell, the two companions behind him immediately chased after him, and the three of them immediately frolicked on the ground.

But the three of them were making a fuss, but there was a quarrel, which made Su Ming's eyes look over.

"It's all your fault, it's all your fault for breaking the Aso drum"

"This is what my Abba made for me, you accompany me"

The child who had fallen before of the three children was now bowing his head as if he was about to cry, and the small drum he was holding before was broken at this moment.

The other two children in front of him, with grievances and anger on their faces, began to make noise.

This kind of thing happens among children from time to time, and most of the people around them turn a blind eye to this, compared with the innocence of children, these adults of the Wu clan are heavy in their hearts at the moment, because it won't be long before they join the war, and maybe they can survive in the end, very few.

Su Ming looked at the three children, looked at the small bone in the hand of one of the children, slowly stood up, and the moment he got up, the nine central witches who surrounded him suddenly looked at Su Ming, revealing vigilance.

Su Ming didn't care about the eyes of these nine people, but walked towards the three children who were arguing.

For Su Ming's actions, the nine central witches around frowned, one of them was between Su Ming and the three children, stood up when Su Ming walked over, stared at Su Ming, and was about to speak, when he suddenly saw a flower in front of him, and when his eyes were clear, he had already lost Su Ming's figure.

This person was stunned for a moment, then turned his head sharply, and saw Su Ming behind him, with his back to him, walking towards the three children.

With the change in this person's expression, the other eight people were the same, and when they were about to approach Su Ming, they saw that Su Ming had already come to the side of the three children, stopped and squatted down.

"Show it to my uncle, maybe I can fix it for you. Su Ming wore a mask, but the softness of his eyes and the softness of his words were just as revealed.

The three children were stunned for a moment, and looked at Su Ming with wide eyes.

"Uncle, can you fix the Aso drum?"

"Yes, this is what my Abba made for me, and I blame him for breaking it. ”

"Uncle, you can repair it, it's my bad and I broke it. ”

The nine Yang Wu who were about to approach behind Su Ming had a pause in their footsteps at this moment, they heard Su Ming's words and saw Su Ming's actions.

Su Ming took the small drum from the child's hand, looked at it a few times, and at that moment, there was a memory in his eyes, the similarity between the two clans of witches and barbarians made the child's toys almost the same.

For example, this Asu drum, Su Ming remembered that when he was a child, his grandfather made it and gave it to himself. This is a small drum made of animal skin, and there are small pebbles tied to straw ropes on both sides of the drum, and when you turn the handle, the small pebbles tied to the straw rope will hit the drum surface, making a fluctuating sound.

This is a toy that Su Ming liked very much when he was a child, he looked at the drum in his hand, the face under the mask, and smiled, one of the sides of this bone was broken, so he couldn't knock out the sound, Su Ming raised his hand, tore off the broken animal skin, pulled off a corner of the child's clothes in front of him, and put it back on the drum surface.

The three children immediately cheered, their little faces showed excitement, and after taking the repaired small drum that Su Ming handed them, they hurriedly looked at each other, and ran towards the distance with excitement.

"Thank you, uncle, my name is Abu. The child who had fallen and broken the drum before waved his hand at Su Ming and ran happily with his partner.

At this moment, Su Ming didn't care about the blood feud between the Wu Clan and the Nanchen Barbarian Clan, and he didn't care about the war between the two sides under Tianlan City, which would last for I don't know how many years.

He looked at the innocent child and sighed in his heart.

"I didn't expect Brother Mo to help these children repair the Aso drum, I think it was in them that I saw my past self. A voice with a smile came from behind Su Ming.

Along with the words came a young man dressed in a black robe with waist-length hair, who had fair skin and the thorn of an autumn fish in the center of his eyebrows.

His appearance is a little different from other Wu clans, you must know that the Wu clan's thorns are often on the entire face, while this person only has the center of the eyebrows, and the rest of the place does not seem to have the slightest thorn.

He came from a distance, and as he approached, the nine central witches who were monitoring Su Ming had a respectful expression, and with a wave of the young man's hand, the nine people retreated one after another.

"The past is no longer there. Su Ming turned around and looked at the young man lightly.

"Although the past is not there, the present must be grasped, because the behavior of the present can determine the future. The young man smiled slightly, and also looked at Su Ming.

At this moment, the eyes of the two made contact.

"Haiqiu Yamu, the soul of the central witch. The young man smiled and spoke, withdrew his gaze from looking at Su Ming, and sat down at the campfire on the side.

"Brother Mo, are you drinking? As he spoke, the young man came at a moment's notice, and after placing two jars of wine beside him, he respectfully withdrew.

Su Ming sat next to him and shook his head.

The young man picked up a jar, opened it, took a big sip, and exhaled a long breath.

"Brother Mo is from the battlefield. The young man put down the wine jar and said such a sentence as if at random.

"What do you say? Su Ming spoke calmly.

"You have the smell of my witch blood, and there will be no shortage of witch clans who want to die in the hands of Brother Mo, the true god of the wind barbarians. The young man's voice was calm, but his words were spoken in this lively tribe, like a cold air approaching Su Ming-

The kind of outbreak that lasted for three days in a row caused a serious withering of ideas, and sitting in front of the computer today, I felt like I couldn't write a word.

This feeling has not appeared many times since the ear root wrote the book, but this is a signal, and I know that if I continue to explode and continue to write forcibly, then the consequences will be serious, not because of my body, but because of the collapse of a plot.

I broke my promise and didn't break out, maybe some readers think that the outbreak in the past few days is all a manuscript, I can swear with my life, three days and fifteen changes, not even a word, because I found out, I can't save the manuscript at all.

There will be three more today, and the last one is the practice of the early morning of the month, and I will still make up for the chapter of this month's broken promise.

Calculate how many more this month, plus today's three more, 82 more (to be continued)