Looking at the messy ruins, Tang Guo felt a huge hammer hit his head, buzzing.

But, this was only a moment.

Instead, it was filled with rage.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he asked sternly: "Gongxi Fengen, ignorant, do you know what you are doing!"

Gong Xiqiu no longer had to hide his disgust for this word for the first time, and his face suddenly turned dark.

Moran said: "Of course I know."

He followed, "I'm taking revenge."

He also mocked: "Since you are taking revenge, you don't send the enemy away with your own hands, do you expect to beat gongs and drums and play funeral music to death?"

"Revenge..." Although Tang Guo had a premonition in his heart, he still felt incredible when he heard this with his own ears and blurted out, "How could you, have you remembered it?"

Although the occasion was not right, Gong Xiqiu still frowned slightly - why are both sure that he would not recover his memory? He was so confident that he could use himself with confidence? Could it be that he had anything else he had ever done about him that he didn't know?

A moment of thought flashed through my mind.

But now is not the time to think about these things.

Gong Xiqiu's silence was misunderstood as a default.

Tang Guo looked at Gong Xiqiu with an almost fanatical look, and this attitude surprised Gong Xiqiu. He killed his parents and children, and killed the King of the Ho, who gave Tang Guo endless wealth, and brought two members of the extremely powerful royal family in the Geng Kingdom...

Something is wrong!

Something is very wrong!

Tang Guo's fanaticism did not last long. As the dense light of martial arts as a meteor approached Chengkang Temple, he regained his calmness, and Gong Xiqiu had already taken the initiative. He had just exploded his martial arts totem, and his injuries affected his heart. He had not yet figured out Tang Guo's own strength, and he was not sure whether he was facing the front, let alone the current situation where there were many enemies and we were few?

Furthermore, the elite troops he brought were used to delay the troops stationed outside Chengkang Temple, but as reinforcements arrived at the foot of the mountain, the situation that had already gained a little advantage immediately fell towards the opposite side. In this case, the entire army would be wiped out in a short time.

Tang Guo didn't even summon the martial arts armor.

He raised his hand and grabbed the long halberd stabbed by Gong Xiqiu: "Gong Xiqiu, let go now, I will spare your life!"

"Are you dreaming?" But the next moment, he was hit by a huge force and smashed into the pit of the ruins like a cannonball.

"That's a pity."

Tang Guo looked majestic on weekdays, but when facing Gong Xichou, he always looked kind and old father, gold, silver, jewelry, fragrant and beautiful women. As long as Gong Xichou is willing to speak, he will be willing to go out no matter how much he has. Therefore, it is said that Gong Xichou is an illegitimate son.

But at this moment, he showed unconcealed murderous intent.

Even if you are stared at by his breath, you will tremble.

Gong Xiqiu was not affected much, but he did feel uncomfortable, which shows that the old guy is one step higher than his. He was about to hum and laugh and mock him, but he would hear Tang Guo slander the truth that shattered his three views.

"Then I have to kill you again. After all, - a tool that cannot be tamed can only fail!"

Gong Xichou's face suddenly changed.

The face, which was originally pretty rosy, was pale.

His eyes widened, and he looked up at Tang Guo standing on the high place. If he had no tinnitus, he had hallucinations...

The other party’s original words were...how is it possible!

At the same time, a thin and dense pain came from my mind, and it became clearer and clearer.

A series of noisy scenes that were both familiar and unfamiliar were passing by one in my mind. Gong Xiqiu tried hard to identify the true and false, but in a moment he was in a daze and he was pulled into a dark vortex by an irresistible force.

Above the night, stars are sparse.

Although it was already night, the heat of summer continued to surge from the ground. The little boy had to complain about the hot weather in the past, but he was not interested at this time because he was unable to lie on a thick and familiar back.

The tip of his nose could also smell the salty fishy smell mixed with rich blood and sweat. Every time he breathed, he would feel a scorching pain in his chest. He rolled his eyes hard and vaguely saw a light green light curtain rising above the tribe ground.

Above the light curtain, there seems to be a python swimming.

Apart further, the lights were lit and the steps were noisy.

You could vaguely hear the panic screams of the tribe members.

Then—

His back, which was pressing against his ears, buzzed a few times, and his uncle's voice seemed to be getting farther and farther away: [A Nian!]

Oh, it turns out it's my uncle.

He opened his mouth to respond.

Gong Xiqiu no longer remembered how long he hadn't heard his uncle's voice, but when he opened his mouth, what was pouring out was not his cheerful and joyful response, but a stream of thick blood that was so sticky that it could glue his lips together, and there was no sound.

[No, A Nian can't hold on like this.] It seems that someone who raised his hand to support him was talking. His voice was rapid and anxious, and he cursed, [It's just not a human being. A Nian is still so young, and he can do this...]

If the treasure of the clan had not been raised in Gong Xichou's body, this heartbreaking injury would have been dead.

But now it is not optimistic.

A Nian is still too young.

Even the treasure can only protect him for a while.

Immediately afterwards, my uncle cursed: [Dogs come to destroy the clan, no matter how old they are, I will know which one is betraying us. The ashes of the ancestors of the eighteen generations have been raised by him! You protect the tribesmen first, and I will take A Nian to the altar.]

【But the altar…】

The light curtain above his head was shaking, and the enemy who sneaked into the tribe and killed a lot was also chasing behind his butt. At this time, he turned back to the altar, afraid that there would be no return. But my uncle didn't think about these things, and his voice was choked: [My sister died, A Nian died again...]

The sound afterwards is not clear.

There was some viscous liquid in the chest that kept flowing out, and it couldn't stop it. Gong Xiqiu only felt that it was becoming more and more difficult to breathe, as if it was not the liquid that was passing away, but the vitality. After a bumpy period, he heard his uncle shouting at someone: [Get out!]

When his body was raised to the sky and placed on the altar, Gong Xiqiu used his last strength to open a crack, and a blood-stained head rolled to his face. The small black mole on the head and forehead looked very much like an uncle.

He rolled his eyes.

Looking at the light curtain that dissipated like a mountain mist, the python swimming above swallowed its breath with a strong reluctance, turning into broken stars and scattering the wind and clouds. At this time, someone around him staggered and kicked the round head away, spat in disgust.

[Looking for bad luck before dying!]

【He seemed to be carrying a child just now?】

One person said: [Just the self-destruction situation just now, let alone one, ten children were broken into pieces...]

【All here?】

【… Gongxi tribe…two hundred and sixty-five people.】

Gong Xiqiu's consciousness fell into endless darkness, with no sound or light around him, and his body continued to sink to the darkest place. I don't know how long it took, a strange force supported him in the opposite direction.

Finally, the light dispels all the darkness.

He couldn't open his eyes.

When he got used to it a little, he opened his eyes and vaguely saw the young and energetic half-brother sitting beside him, his eyes closed, his face slightly pale, and sweat from his forehead kept flowing down. The most important thing was that the other party was wearing a high priest's garment when he was communicating with the gods.

Oh, won’t the old priest jump out of his feet in anger?

Gong Xichou just thought about the pain of being spanked by the old priest's wooden stick, and noticed that the man had a strange wooden stick horizontally on his knee.

He is sure-

If the old priest knew that there was a naughty green stolen the clothes, he would definitely be so angry that his white beard flew around...

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I said, A Nian's knife is the lightest.

Yes, on the 27th, I will successfully upgrade to four stars.

The next goal is to get five stars in one year.

[A sentence in between, Yingying was also caught and sterilized today, it was a good day.]

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