Chapter 31 Kowloon Tribe

Squeak——

The temple door was pushed open, and Kowloon seemed to be recovering from a serious illness. He was full of his mind and slowly stepped out of the temple gate. He raised his eyes and looked up at the sky. He sighed helplessly. The dark night sky, the cold wind was rustling. In a trance, above the sky, a red flame big hand, stirred the chess pieces on the chessboard. The chess pieces were fighting, the blood flowed into a river, and the bones turned into mountains. . The big hand is also fighting, shocking the sky and dominating the world.

When Jiulong walked out of the temple gate, all the elders quickly knelt down and drank respectfully: "See the chief!"

"Uh!" Jiulong was stunned. He looked at the devout people in a daze and was indescribably depressed. For a long time, Jiulong said slowly, "I'm not a chief of Kowloon. Be your patriarch!" Everything here has nothing to do with me!"

"Chieftain, the Qingyan God descended the oracle, let us obey your will, build a strong Kowloon tribe, follow you, and let our people prosper and live in harmony!" The oldest patriarch knelt down and was extremely devout, "From then on, the Sahal clan no longer belongs to the Mankra tribe, and this will become the birthplace of the Kowloon tribe!"

"Well, you don't need to say much. Even if you want to establish the Kowloon tribe, it is not the right time. When the O'mail army suppresses the border, this is the barracks of the army. Let your patriarch return to the clan quickly and let him unite the clans to overthrow the Mankra tribe!" Jiulong glanced at the elders and gave the order.

"Yes, chief!" The old people should be in a hurry.

Hearing this, Jiulong closed his eyes slightly and slowly muttered, "I don't want to be involved in this big conspiracy, but I can't hide!"

Through the kneeling patriarchs, Jiulong rode on a war horse and went away. It was not until Jiulong disappeared that the patriarchs stood up. They respectfully looked at the direction of Jiulong's far away and turned their eyes back for a long time. When they looked at the magnificent temple again, there was ecstasy on their faces.

The old man looked up at the sky and suddenly sighed, "From then on, our people have a god of protection. People, let's offer devout incense to the Green Smoke God!"

Suddenly, the clan was busy. He lit a torch, killed cattle and sheep overnight, and offered tribute to the green smoke god. The old people prayed devoutly, and the curling incense floated up to the sky, and the spirit slowly rippled.

In the dark night sky, the smoke paced in the void, and the white robe hunted. He looked down at the devout people below, nodded with satisfaction, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "Kowloon, you are the pawn of the gods in this game. You can't escape. Let me lower the first oracle for my people!"

Wangling——

With a wave of green smoke, a wisp of fire fell from the sky and lit up the whole temple. A loud voice sounded: "My people, only by following the chief of Kowloon can you strengthen your clan. The envoy of my god is the chief of the Kowloon tribe. His command is my command. Since then, my god You are your protector!"

When those old people heard the sudden sound of coming, they quickly knelt down and listened quietly. They didn't even dare to come out of the atmosphere.

The green smoke looked at them and suddenly waved their hands again. Suddenly, the firelight suddenly appeared, and the clothes on the old men suddenly changed color. It was a fiery red robe, embroidered with a feather fan on the robe, emitting soft light, which was extremely warm. In this cold winter, there was no cold at all. Cold.

"Thank you, God!" All the elders hurriedly thanked Qingyan God.

Qingyan looked at them and grinned, "Since then, I have gained the power of faith, ha! Ha! Ha! My practice will go further!" Then, his eyes flashed, looked at the Als Mountains, and said fiercely, "The old monster of the White Bone Cave, I hope you will always hide, otherwise, it will be your death! Savage God, our competition began with the Kowloon tribe, and my brother Chiyan God, ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

According to the journey of memory, Kowloon quickly whipped and returned to the Tatamu family at a high speed. Euro Tatison led Methomea and Salina to look forward. They looked worriedly at the dark night sky and waited for the return of Kowloon. Suddenly, in the dark night sky, a golden light flashed quickly and rushed towards them.

Mesomea cried with joy. She wiped a handful of tears and ran anxiously to Kowloon. Kowloon was extremely fast. In a blink of an eye, before the horse stopped, he jumped off the horse. Looking at the running Mesomea, he quickly held him in his arms and felt the boundless gentleness. He had forgotten those annoying things and gently kissed away tears. Pearl, holding Mesomea's hand, came towards Euro Tatisson.

"Brother Jiu, you're back!" Euro Tatison was also relieved and asked happily.

"Hmm!" Kowloon nodded gently and walked straight into the cave.

"Brother Jiu, how about that clan? Have you subdued it!" Seeing that Jiulong was depressed, Euro Tatison quickly followed him and asked anxiously.

"It's okay. It's too late today. It's cold outside. Let's go in. Let's talk about everything tomorrow!" Jiulong left a sentence and walked straight into the cave.

In the wide cave, the bonfire was still rising. The clan slept on the thick animal skin. The men and women** hugged each other and discarded food scraps everywhere on the messy ground. Jiulong glanced at it slightly. There were about three or 400 people here. Looking at their lifestyle, Jiulong gently closed his eyes. He doesn't know if he will go crazy if he can live such a life.

Suddenly, there was sex between men and women in the spacious hole. Together, they moaned without hesitation, for fear that others would see that the woman lay on the skin of the beast, wrapped around the man's powerful waist, moaning happily, and listened to Jiulong frowning.

"Mesomea, let's go out. The air here is too bad!" Jiulong shook his head helplessly and pulled Mesomea out. Mesomea blushed and hurried out with Kowloon. At the moment of the cave, the two of them were relieved. They looked at each other and were all helpless.

"It's so barbaric...!" Jiulong sighed for a long time and was really good to welcome Euro Tatison and Salina. Salina blinked her eyes and asked innocently, "Why did you come out again!"

"Uh..." Jiulong heard it and looked embarrassed. He thought for a long time and didn't know what to say.

Oro Tatisen pulled La Salina and said funnyly, "Brother Jiu, we can't get used to this kind of life. Let's sleep outside tonight. Salina and I have prepared all the firewood. When we came, we also brought a small tent. Let's go outside for one night!"

"Hmm!" Jiulong nodded gently, so the four people began to be busy. After a while, the round tent fought, and the bonfire also rose, burning crackling, reflecting the faces of the four people. Looking at the shaking Naruto, Jiulong sighed from time to time and shook his head from time to time, looking upset.

"Brother Jiulong, what's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable there?" Mesomia felt the helplessness of Kowloon and asked softly.

"No..." Jiulong shook his head, lowered his head and said nothing, looking at the gloomy sky. The cold wind blew the tent and made a whining sound, as if the old woman was crying. Jiulong thought and lingered, for personal life, without being involved in the so-called game, or to try the method, for these The ignorant people let them know honor and disgrace, understand etiquette, and live a life that belongs to people.

The cold wind is rustling, and the endless melancholy engulfs the heart of Jiulong. His mind has never been so chaotic. His body is shrouded in many mysterious clouds, and these layers of mysterious clouds have deeply plunged him into an inextricable forbidden place.

Suddenly, he raised his head, looked at Mesomea and said solemnly, "Mesomea, if we live here, build a tribe, spread the country of civilization, and turn this barbarism into a harmonious paradise, okay?"

"Hmm!" Mesormia nodded gently and couldn't help turning her eyes to the big cave. A red cloud climbed up her delicate face. "Brother Jiulong, if we can do such a great thing, I think it's much more comfortable than fighting and killing all day. Their lives are not only hard, but also barbaric. If we teach them, our lives will be more brilliant. Brilliant!"

"Hmm!" Hearing this, Jiulong thought for a moment and nodded fiercely, "Okay, let's build a tribe here, spread civilization, let them change their vulgar lives, and make this place a peaceful place!"