Chapter 119 Let Me Tell You a 30-Year Story of Hedong

"Fat brother."

"Fat brother."

Xia Tuo and Qiao'er softly called out to the collapsed fat cat, but the fat guy seemed to be really salty, lying motionless on the stone bed.

He tightly held the jade pendant covered with fine cracks in his hand, and muttered in his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound.

"Uncle, the fat brother is heartbroken."

Qiao'er stretched out her small hand and shook the fat mallard vigorously, but the fat man didn't show any agility despite his body shaking, his eyes were gray and white.

th.

The jade jade representing the identity of the Tao Zhu family of the ancient clan was shattered, and he lost his identity as a descendant of the Tao Zhu family.

In fact, he lost his identity as a descendant of the Tao Zhu family long ago, but he did not give up. The first time, the second time, the third time, and the fourth time, Tao Zhu's test would never have such a chance, but he never died heart only.

Xia Tuo dragged the fat man to lean against the wall, and patted his face, but unfortunately, his eyes were still dull, and he didn't even bother to look at him.

"Uncle, since Brother Fat has been expelled from the clan, why don't we take him in."

Qiaoer tilted her head, thought for a while and said, she thought it would be good for Fat Brother to join the Xia Tribe, after all, the Xia Tribe is a gathering of many people without families.

It’s easy to talk about taking in the fat brother. For Xia Tuo, the fat brother is kind to him. Let’s not talk about the spiritual root. He will be rewarded for this kindness.

People are easy to harvest, how to call back their souls?

This is very difficult.

There is nothing more sorrowful than heartbreak. A person who loses the faith condensed in the blood inheritance is tantamount to completely losing faith and becoming a stinky fish.

"Uncle, you are the best, you must have a way."

Qiaoer looked at Xia Tuo eagerly with big eyes, Xia Tuo thought for a while, and glanced at the dull fat brother, he said to the three of Qiaoer: "You guys wait for me outside the door first."

Qiao'er obediently jumped off the stone bed, poked her head through the crack of the door that was about to be completely closed and said, "Uncle, you are the best."

Xia Tuo sat on the stone bed and shook the fat brother's body. The fat man raised his head slightly and grinned at him, turning into a salted fish again.

He held the crumbs of Yu Jue in his hands, and there was pain in his eyes.

"Brother Fat, you have been expelled from the tribe, right?"

Hearing this, Fat Brother raised his head mechanically, and nodded again. "

"Your tribe is very powerful?"

Fat Brother nodded again.

Seeing Fat Brother's response, Xia Tuo breathed a sigh of relief. He was not afraid that the salted fish would be salty and smelly, but he was afraid that the salted fish would completely lose his dream. Even the salted fish had to aspire to be the smelliest salted fish.

"How powerful is that, stronger than the Black Crow Tribe?"

There was a hint of disdain on the corner of Fat Brother's mouth, the corners of his mouth surged, and his voice was hoarse.

"Ants."

I get it, the Black Crow Tribe is nothing compared to Tao Zhu's.

"Who is better than the ancient tribes of the past?"

So, Xia Tuo thought for a while and took out the most powerful tribe he knew for comparison.

"Ants."

Compared with Tao Zhu's, the Wangu tribe is also an ant.

Now Xia Tuo looked at Fat Brother. He had nothing to compare him with. He was really a man whose appearance was beyond measure. He couldn't tell that Fat Brother was bad-looking, but his background was very impressive, Klass.

Speaking of this, Xia Tuo sat up straight all of a sudden, facing Fat Brother, grabbed his shoulders with both hands, and shook him vigorously.

"Fat brother, look at me!"

Xia Tuo said with a formal face, "Let me tell you a story."

"One thirty~~~"

Suddenly he paused, feeling that the story should be adapted to local conditions and follow the development laws of each world, so he continued: "A story about three hundred years in the east of the river and three hundred years in the west of the river!"

"On the barren land, a man named..."

...

There was a glint of light in Fat Brother's eyes, he grabbed Xia Tuo's hand, and hurriedly asked, "What you said is true!"

"It's true!"

Xia Tuo nodded seriously,

Said: "The fighting spirit turning into a horse is so terrifying, it is a legend!"

"Fat brother, you can do it too. Don't bully the young man to be poor. Don't bully our fat brother to be unlucky. Three hundred years in the east of the river and three hundred years in the west of the river. Today they don't care about you, and tomorrow they can't afford it. "

Xia Tuo babbled, and when he got excited, he played a trick, and almost pulled Wang Dahammer out. Fortunately, it was very suitable for the occasion, and the salty fish he said turned over.

bark.

Fat Brother tore off a piece of animal skin, wrapped up the shards of jade in his hand, and stuffed it into his arms. He leaned against the wall and spread his body.

"We are Tao Zhushi." Having said that, another smirk appeared on his face.

"They, the Tao Zhu clan, are far away from the frontier, and as descendants of the Tao Zhu clan, they need to leave the tribe and undergo tests.

In fact, there is only one chance for the real test. If I fail to pass the test, I will be expelled from the tribe. I have failed long ago, but my identity jade has not been completely shattered. Heart. "

"Because of some reasons, I was exiled to this remote wasteland with incomplete civilization, but I have the same illness as the person you mentioned. Can I really go back and slap them in the face?"

"Fat brother, of course, you are as good as uncle."

Qiao'er pushed open the stone door, saw that Fat Yu was no longer what he was before, and said with a smile.

"Thanks to Qiaoer this time, otherwise I would have been buried in the belly of a fish."

Qiaoer blinked her big eyes and looked at Fat Fu, and said obediently: "Brother Fat, come to our tribe."

"Your tribe."

"To the Eternal Mountain Range, the Great Xia Tribe, I, Xia Qiaoer, the High Priest of the Great Xia Tribe!"

Qiao'er said to Fat Fu very proudly, with arrogance in her words.

"High Priest?"

Fat Fu shook his head lightly, and continued, "Ever since the destruction of the ancient tribe in the Wangu Mountains, there has never been a Bobu born. How could there be a high priest in your tribe?"

Only tribes above Bobu can be called high priests.

"Humph!"

Qiao'er wrinkled her little nose, and snorted dissatisfiedly: "Qiao'er is the high priest, and the totem told Qiao'er at this time."

"Brother Fat Three Hundred Years in Hedong... The Xia Tribe will definitely become the Bobu."

Xia Tuo blinked at Fat Fu, and said, "Isn't that right?"

Thinking that his goal is to go back and step on those who look down on him, it is nothing to lead a tribe to become a Bobu.

"right."

Fat Brother responded that he was the one who wanted to kill Tao Zhu's ancestral land.

"Fat brother, you joined Qiaoer's tribe, Qiaoer is very happy."

Qiaoer pushed Fat Brother's body and shouted excitedly.

"Okay, rest for a few days, we are going back to the tribe."

Looking at Fat Brother's pale face, Xia Tuo took Qiao'er and left the stone house, and spent a few more beast cores to open several stone houses for Qiao'er and several people to settle down.

It can be seen that this time has dealt a heavy blow to Fat Brother's heart, and the depression in his heart cannot be enlightened by a single story, he needs to get out of depression by himself

In the stone house, he released the bones of the murdered Jiu Ling.

Thanks to the thunder that Qiaoer aroused at the end, the kind-hearted old man finally got dark, and he grabbed the old man's right hand finger.

Clang!

With the crisp sound of metal and iron, Xia Tuo withdrew his hand abruptly, and he saw crystal drops of blood squeezed out of his fingers.

He couldn't help but sigh with emotion at the sharp finger knives, and in his palm appeared five small knives the size of fingernails, as thin as a cicada's wing, and made of transparent material.

Buzz buzz!

At this moment, the five finger knives exuded a silver light, suspended in his palm, and because the finger knives pierced his fingers just now, the finger knives recognized the owner.

blood soldiers.

Guixu fingering.

These five blades, which couldn't be smaller, were blood soldiers. They were not the bronze soldiers made by the tribal military department, but real magical weapons.

The blood soldier is psychic, and has been passed down from generation to generation. Xia Tuo also got a pair of sword skills about the Guixu finger knife.

Generally speaking, this is a very powerful magic weapon, and it didn't show its due power in Jiu Ling's hands, but it was the first time he saw such a small weapon.

He turned Jiu Ling's body again, and found a pair of animal skin scrolls, but unfortunately the contents of the scroll were already blurred, other than that, there was an animal core in a leather bag.

Oh howl.

He poured the beast cores into his hands, and most of them were semi-pure and pure-blood beast cores, and there were only a few mixed-blood beast cores.

Fifty-five semi-pure blood beast cores, twelve pure blood beast cores.

Just when Xia Tuo was about to take the old guy back to the storage space, he looked at the half-burnt body that was almost split, and showed a hint of thought.

Somewhat strange.

He suddenly found that the calf of his left leg was more swollen than his right leg. He took out a copper sword from the space, and tore off the animal skin attached to the calf of his left leg, revealing a raised scar.

This scar was weird, straight from top to bottom, he cut it open with the bronze sword without hesitation, dripping with blood, revealing a bead, glistening and translucent, stained with blood but not stained at all.

"What is this?"

Xia Tuo immediately became interested in the thing that was hidden in the flesh and blood by a warrior in the Tianmai realm.

"Uncle."

At this time Qiao'er's voice sounded, Xia Tuo put away Jiu Ling's bones and opened the stone door. "

"Uncle, what are you doing, let's go out..."

Qiaoer suddenly saw the beads in Xia Tuo's hand, and couldn't help showing doubts.

"What is this?"

Xia Tuo threw the bead in his hand to Qiao'er, and said aloud, "I got it from that old man."

Qiao'er pinched the bead and looked at it, a blue light appeared in the pupils of her big eyes, and she looked into the bead.

"Uncle, this is the inheritance of witchcraft."

The blue light in Qiao'er's eyes penetrated the beads, and she saw illusory witch symbols in the inner world of the beads. The beads were induced to cast a beam of light, and reflected on the stone wall, one after another witch symbols emerged.

Soon Qiao'er withdrew her gaze, and threw it to Xia Tuo indifferently.

"I've already got some blessing spells from Wu Wu, this one is curse spells, it's just right for Brother Luo."

After Jing Qiaoer said this, Xia Tuo showed a bit of surprise, could it be that he was lucky, how come he went out to pick up good things.

This is too coincidental.