What the Broken Arm Chief and others wanted to tell Anu were matters involving the Dark Tribe's internal affairs, and it was impossible for them to talk about it here in a relatively straight line of mind. So this time they were completely out of the public's sight, and the group's figures soon completely disappeared.
Disappeared into the snowy night.
Apparently he found a far away secluded place.
The feelings in the hearts of those who came to the Heroes Meeting at this moment are simply indescribable.
They not only wanted to take advantage of the Kunlun slaves, but also wanted to take advantage of the Western Region Holy Cult.
Now, Kunlun Slave and the Holy Cult of the Western Regions are actually getting together?
In their minds, isn't it simply impossible?
Not to mention the complex and ugly faces of these people.
Here Xiangyang walked into the tent with the child in his arms, his eyes avoiding Baili Feiyue who was sleeping peacefully on Changsun Wuji's lap, "Master, Miss Anu has been recognized by the Dark Tribe, please send someone to follow them.
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"No need." Changsun Wuji's eyes fell on the child he was holding, "Take it over here."
Xiang Yang sent the child over, and Changsun Wuji didn't pick it up himself.
He just lowered his eyes and gave an unpredictable chuckle, "Nothing serious, just carry him out to the woman."
Xiangyang didn't know what was going on, but he didn't ask any more questions and left with the child in his arms.
The woman was waiting not far away. After giving the child to her, Xiang Yang said, "The Holy Envoy said it's nothing serious."
Although the child's face was still red and abnormal, when Xiang Yang said this, the woman looked convinced.
After bowing with piety and gratitude, he hurried back to the people of West Kunlun with his child in his arms.
The people in West Kunlun are now in a very complicated mood.
Was the little Kunlun slave girl they threw under the snow cliff actually the young lady of the Kunlun slave clan?
No wonder, no wonder Kunlun slave has not given up after searching for it for so many years!
Now there is a terrible problem...
Someone lowered their voice, "Back then, we threw the little girl off the snow cliff to feed the wolves. Now she is not dead, and her status among the Kunlun slaves is still so high. If she returns to the Kunlun slave clan..."
If you want to take revenge on them...
After all, a savage race like the Kunlun slaves is capable of anything.
They in West Kunlun are not afraid of those monsters, even if those monsters are proficient in killing and have infinite power. They in West Kunlun are not easy to bully. However, when the time comes, blood will flow like a river, and no one knows how many people will die...
This person started the conversation and spoke out what most people were thinking.
At this time, the woman holding the feverish female doll happened to return to the crowd of those who were talking. After hearing this, she lowered her eyes and whispered, "That female Kunlun slave named Anu is different. She helped me just now."
Immediately someone asked, "How is the child?"
The woman shook her head and tightened the quilt wrapping the child, "The Holy Envoy said it's nothing serious."
The people around him were completely relieved. If the Holy Envoy said it was no serious problem, then it must be no serious problem.
We started discussing our previous worries and topics again.
The woman looked at them again, and said after careful consideration, "I think your worries this time are a bit unnecessary. Although Miss Anu is the little Kunlun slave back then, she is with the Holy Envoy now, and she is still the Holy Envoy.
Master Shi's disciple is lucky enough to receive a Kunlun slave taught by Master Holy Envoy, how can he be an ordinary Kunlun slave?"
She analyzed and concluded very rationally, "We should be grateful. Having her lead the Kunlun slave clan is a good thing for us in West Kunlun and the outside world."
When she said this, the people around her started to think about it after being stunned.
There seems to be some truth to it. Although the Kunlun slaves are tall and powerful, they are like rats. They cannot be caught and killed, and no one can find their nests. Moreover, such killing weapons are extremely dangerous wherever they are placed.
It would indeed be a good thing if the people who led them could be reasonable and not act recklessly.
For example, they in West Kunlun, although they are not afraid of fighting monsters like Kunlun slaves, they do not want their relatives and friends to bleed like rivers of blood.
For a moment, the people in Xikunlun fell into deep thought.
For the first time, I thought about whether I could live in peace with the Kunlun slaves who were hated, yelled, beaten and feared by them.
In the tent here, Baili Feiyue was still sleeping soundly, and Xiangyang came in again.