Amidst the laughter as they looked at death, several monks from the Shuiyue Sword Sect who were originally responsible for protecting Shui Linglong remained unusually low-key. They didn't say anything, they just gave a big gift from a distance in the direction of Shen Lang and others.
It seemed like he was expressing his gratitude to Shen Lang for saving their young sword master. It also seemed like he was saying his final farewell to Shui Linglong.
Listening to the laughter and watching people saying goodbye, Cang Ming's originally pale face turned redder and redder with anger.
Because he suddenly felt like a clown, and every person in the cell who looked down upon death was using their dignity and blood to hit him hard in the face.
"Okay! What a backbone! I hope that when Ji Tian wants to chop off your heads in seven days, you can still have such backbone." After leaving these words, the messenger of Cang Ming left angrily.
Shen Lang paused for a moment, said nothing, let alone promised them that he would rescue them in seven days, and walked out of the cell in silence.
Xia Qianye grew up in the Qingyun Sect and was a very pure righteous Talisman master. Now that she knew that a righteous person would die in seven days, she naturally felt a little uncomfortable, but she also said nothing and just watched quietly. Shen Lang glanced at it.
Shen Lang understood the meaning in her eyes and nodded to her.
Xia Qianye also understood what he meant, so she smiled and held his hand.
Bao Buping and the others had their own persistence. Since they didn't ask for each other, according to Shen Lang's past temperament, they would definitely be too lazy to save him.
But Xia Qianye felt pity for them, so Shen Lang was willing to use a little thought, and if he could save them, he would help them.
However, the current situation within the Wilderness Ancient Clan is relatively complicated. Perhaps the matter of worshiping the heaven is very important, and Shen Lang should not interfere rashly.
What's more, the sacrifice to heaven takes place after seven days. Even if all those in the prison are to die, they will only die after seven days.
He had no reason to worry about this matter now, and there was no reason to blindly make random decisions without understanding the situation. There was no reason to arbitrarily ask the ancient tribes of the wilderness to cancel the sacrifice to heaven and not kill those people.
Therefore, he, who has always been open-minded about everything, temporarily put these troubles behind him and talked about trivial matters with Hu Xiaomei in a relaxed manner.
At this time, Xue Qingwu glanced at Shui Linglong quietly, as if asking something. Shui Linglong looked back at the loyal guards in the cage, and finally shook her head helplessly.
She understood what Xue Qingwu meant. It probably meant that she should ask Shen Lang to see if Shen Lang was willing to save some more people. But she felt that Shen Lang had done enough and shouldn't be too greedy. .
Moreover, Shen Lang obviously has no intention of saving people now. Even if she asks, Shen Lang may not agree to her request.
However, Xue Qingwu looked back at the Lingyun Sect disciples in the cell, feeling a little impatient in her heart, so she couldn't wait to speak.
Shui Linglong was startled, and quickly pulled her and whispered in her ear: "Now is not the time, maybe we can..."
"Ah? Do you really want to do that?" Xue Qingwu glanced at Shen Lang with a blushing face, and finally nodded.
Shen Lang didn't pay attention to the small actions of these two little beauties in private, and just continued to talk about insignificant trivial matters with the people of the Manghuang Ancient Clan.
"It's getting late. I had a banquet arranged by someone earlier. It's rare for Brother Shen to come to the ancient clan, so don't leave in such a hurry." The elder in red said with great enthusiasm.
"Of course, it's not a big deal to return to the clan. Since I'm here, of course I have to play for a few days." Shen Lang was very concerned about the affairs of the ancient tribe, so he naturally agreed.
Walking, talking and laughing all the way. The last ray of golden light in the dusk shines on the forbidden land and falls on the young and immature tribesmen in the tribe.
Young and beautiful rabbit girls stood under the setting sun, their red pupils filled with innocence and curiosity. They were curious about why the sun in the sky had different colors in the early morning and at noon, and where it fell after it set.
It’s a mountain, why can’t they go and see it?
And when they saw Shen Lang and other important people coming over, they naturally bowed respectfully, and then cast curious eyes on Shen Lang, wondering what kind of person he was, why he didn't have rabbit ears, and why he didn't have bunny ears.
Cat ears?
The honest bear cubs reacted a little more slowly. It wasn't until Shen Lang and others were far away that they suddenly realized that among those people were not only four powerful and god-like Supreme Elders, but also the ones they respected.
Her Royal Highness the Princess. So she quickly followed suit and saluted with her fat and clumsy body as if she were worshiping a god.
Seeing the curious or admiring looks of many young tribesmen, the smile on Elder Qingmu's face suddenly faded, and he let out a sigh. Against the background of the setting sun, the body of this powerful old man was so rickety and haggard.
Shen Lang looked at the old man in front of him who had lived for hundreds of years, and suddenly thought of the important events that were mentioned several times by the Supreme Elders when he was in the dungeon.
Originally, he just thought that these supreme elders used vague words and did not want him to know the secret of that important event and deliberately hid it from him.
However, at this moment, when he looked at the countless peaceful and peaceful lower-level Savage tribesmen in the clan, he suddenly began to understand that Hu Xiaomei and the Supreme Elders were not hiding that secret from him intentionally, but from the younger members of the entire Ancient Savage tribe.
tribesmen.
That matter was too important, and perhaps the consequences were too terrible. But young people did not have enough strength and courage to take on those big things. In order to avoid causing unnecessary panic, the supreme elders and the real big shots in the clan worked hard to shoulder that important task.
The responsibility for the incident was hidden from everyone.
Then, Shen Lang looked at Hu Xiaomei, looking at her petite and thin body, and suddenly felt a little distressed. Because she was very young, but she and the elders of the clan shouldered the responsibility of that big event, and worked together with the demonic people.
Zhou Xuan. This petite woman must have been very tired during these days, right?
Thinking of this, Shen Lang couldn't help but ask: "What trouble did the ancient tribe of the wilderness encounter?"
"This..." The four Supreme Elders looked at each other, but they didn't know whether to speak or how to describe that terrible thing.
"Brother, please don't spoil the fun. Tonight is to clean up the dust. We will only talk about the romance, not the trouble." Hu Xiaomei said with a smile.
"Don't talk about trouble?" Shen Lang frowned slightly.
"Sweat! Why do you act like a mother-in-law?" Xiong Buer said: "When you are alive, you will definitely have all kinds of troubles coming! But no matter what kind of troubles there will be, you must eat enough first.
abdomen!"
Shen Lang was speechless for a moment, thinking about how this guy could do nothing but eat. He was an out-and-out foodie. However, after being told that, he didn't want to worry about the trouble for the moment, and joked: "Eat a full stomach."
?You better think about it and pay me back the centuries-old royal jelly you owe me!"
"Uh... there are a lot of delicious things to eat at night, why do you mention this again!" Xiong Fujie looked very embarrassed.
But everyone looked at his embarrassed look and laughed when the sun set and the deep darkness came...