Chapter 369 Witch Blood

... The second volume of the wind rises in the cold Chapter 369 Witch Blood (first update)

Haiqiubu is a large tribe on the land of the witch people. Now these are only part of it. The length of this team is connected from afar. It is dense. There are a large number of huge fierce beasts holding unique buildings and the clans of Haiqiu tribe on the ground, slowly moving forward.

In the sky, thousands of autumn fish swim around, like covering the canopy, roaring, and many such autumn fish and beasts spread out, patrolling around.

Su Ming sat cross-legged on the body of a ten-foot turtle beast, and nine Haiqiu tribesmen sat cross-legged around him. These nine people were well-cultivated, and they were all central witches.

They surrounded Su Ming, just like an encirclement, which was the order of the witch man.

Next to Su Ming, there was a man lying there. This man was the barbarian old man. His whole body could not move, but his mind was clear. He was full of shock at the scene he had just seen with his own eyes.

He didn't believe that Su Ming was a dementor, but the development of the matter finally made him hesitate until he was completely confused at this moment. Su Ming, who is it?

Su Ming was silent all the way and sat there cross-legged. He looked as usual and did not show his thoughts. The turtle beast he was the second of the nine, and the first turtle beast in front of him was the car of the wizard man.

In Su Ming's position, he could see the long-haired man with his back to the first turtle beast in the distance. The length of this man's hair is what Su Ming has never seen before, and it is also the first witch he has seen.

Especially when he thinks of the barbarian realm comparable to the witch, Su Ming's eyes will shrink.

"How many witches there are... I don't think there will be many. For example, the barbarian soul of the barbarians is perfect, and it must be the same." Su Ming knows very little about the level of witch and barbarian soul perfection, which is too far away for him.

"Just one eye can make the barbarian soul almost collapse in the early stage... It can be captured. I'm afraid it is the peak force in the whole Nanchen.

Juewu... I just don't know what this person's name is, but I think it must be in the witch and barbarian clans, both of which are well-known. Su Ming didn't live or die and looked around.

The migration speed of this tribe was not fast. When dusk came, the migrating team gradually stopped. On this desolate land, the people of the Haiqiu Department skillfully arranged a skin tent and raised a bonfire. Everything was orderly and there was no sense of chaos, as if everyone knew what they were going to do. Things.

At the end of dusk and the sky was dark, the bonfire reflected around. As a temporary tribe for rest, its scope was still very large. At least Su Ming stood there. When he looked up from afar, he could only vaguely see the end, but he couldn't see clearly how big the temporary tribe was.

The moon in the sky gradually loomed from the clouds, and the earth flashed in the fire. Although it was dark in the distance, it was relatively bright in this tribe. Some children were playing with each other, and sometimes there was laughter. Gradually, as the people of the sea and autumn tribe took out their own food, some people baked meat with After the fragrance spread, the whole temporary tribe began to make a lively sound.

Su Ming sat by the bonfire and looked at all this. If he didn't go to see the thorns, he would even have the illusion that the place where he was was not a witch, but a barbarian.

Whether it is diet or living habits, everything is too similar in these two ethnic groups, except for different magical power and different magic skills.

When Su Ming was in a trance, he saw three seven or eight-year-old children in another position of the bonfire not far away. They were wearing animal skins, and their hair was a little scattered. They were playing and chasing each other. One of them was a child with big eyes and pink, and looked very cute.

The child was running in front of him, laughing with joy, and the two companions behind him were chasing.

"You two run too slowly. I'll count three. If you still can't catch up with me, I won't play this Aso drum for you." The child running in front of him held a small round drum and a connected handle, which was held by him, but the ground was not flat. When he turned back to speak, the soles of his feet tripped and his whole body suddenly fell down.

When he fell down, the two companions behind him immediately caught up, and the three of them immediately played on the ground.

But the three of them were making trouble, but there was a quarrel, which made Su Ming's eyes look over.

"It's all your fault. It's all your fault for breaking the Aso drum!"

"This is what my father made for me. You stay with me!"

The child who fell down before among the three children lowered his head at this moment, as if he was about to cry. The small drum he held in his hand broke his mouth at this moment.

The other two children in front of him showed grievance and anger on their faces and quarreled.

Such things happen from time to time in children. Most of the witches around them turn a blind eye to it. Compared with the innocence of children, these witch adults are heavy at this moment, because they will join the war in a short time, and may eventually survive, very few.

Su Ming looked at the three children, looked at the small bone in one of the children's hands, and slowly stood up. The moment he got up, the nine central witches around him immediately stared at Su Ming, showing his vigilance.

Su Ming did not care about the eyes of the nine people, but walked towards the quarreling three children.

For Su Ming's behavior, the nine Yang witches around him frowned. One of the Yang Wu, who was between Su Ming and the three children, stood up when Su Ming came and stared at Su Ming. When he was about to open his mouth, there was a sudden flower in front of his eyes. When his eyes were clear, he had lost Su Ming

The man was stunned, and then suddenly turned around and saw Su Ming behind him, with his back to him and walking to the three children.

With the change of this person's expression, the other eight people did the same. When they were about to approach Su Ming, they saw that Su Ming had come to the three children, stopped and squatted down.

"Let my uncle see it. Maybe I can help you fix it." Su Ming wore a mask, but the softness in his eyes and the softness of his words were also revealed.

The three children were stunned and looked at Su Ming with their big eyes.

"Uncle, can you fix the Aso drum?"

"Yes, this is what my father made for me. It's all his fault."

"Uncle, you fix it. It's my fault. I broke it."

The nine central witches behind Su Ming who were about to approach had a pause at this moment. They heard Su Ming's words and saw Su Ming's behavior.

Su Ming took the small drum from the child's hand and looked at it a few times. At that moment, there was a memory. The similarities between the two tribes made the child's toys almost the same.

For example, this Asu drum, Su Ming remembers that he made it and gave it to himself when he was a child. This is a small drum made of animal skin. There are pebbles tied with grass ropes on both sides of the drum. With the handle and turning the handle, the pebbles tied by the grass rope will hit the surface of the drum and make a fluctuating sound.

This is a toy that Su Ming liked very much when he was a child. He looked at the drum in his hand and the face under the mask and smiled. One side of the bone was broken, so he couldn't make a sound. Su Ming raised his hand, tore off the broken animal skin, pulled a corner from the child's clothes in front of On the surface, after fixing, he took the drum and turned it, and the sound of fluctuating immediately came out.

The three children immediately cheered, with excitement on their little faces. After receiving the repaired drum handed to them by Su Ming, they looked at each other one by one and ran to the distance with excitement.

"Uncle, thank you. My name is Abu." The child who fell and broke the drum before waved to Su Ming and ran happily with his partner.

At this moment, Su Ming did not care about the deep blood feud between the witch and the Nanchen barbarians, and did not care about the war between the two sides under the city of Tianlan. I don't know how many years it will last.

He looked at the real child that day and sighed in his heart.

"I didn't expect Brother Mo to help these children repair A Su drums. I think it's on them and see myself in the past." A voice with a smile came from behind Yu Suming.

As the words came, there was a young man in a black robe with long hair up to his waist. The young man's skin was fair and there was an autumn fish's spine in the middle of his eyebrows.

His appearance is a little different from other witches. You should know that the thorns of the witches are often on the whole face, and this person only has eyebrows. In the rest of the places, there seems to be no thorns at all.

He came from a distance. As he approached, the nine central witches who were watching Su Ming looked respectful. The young man raised his hand and waved, and the nine people retreated one after another.

"The past is no longer there." Su Ming turned around and looked at the young man faintly.

"Although the past is not there, the present must be grasped, because the current behavior can determine the future." The young man smiled and also looked at Su Ming.

The eyes of the two made contact at this moment.

"Haiqiu tooth wood, dementor central witch." The young man opened his mouth with a smile, withdrew his eyes to Su Ming, and sat aside at the bonfire.

"Brother Mo, do you drink?" The young man said, and then someone immediately took a few steps quickly. After putting down two jars of wine beside him, he retreated respectfully.

Su Ming sat next to him and shook his head.

The young man picked up a wine jar, opened it, took a big sip, and exhaled a long breath.

"Brother Mo is from the battlefield, right?" The young man put down the wine jar and said such a sentence casually.

"Why did you say this?" Su Ming spoke calmly.

"You have the smell of my witch blood. If you want to die in the hands of Brother Mo, a true god, there will never be a few witches." The young man's voice was gentle, but his words were in this lively tribe, like a cold air coming to Su Ming... The outbreak for three consecutive days caused a serious withering of his mind. Today, sitting in front of the computer, there was a feeling that he could not write a word.

This feeling has not appeared many times since I wrote the book, but this is a signal. I know that if I continue to explode and continue to write forcibly, the consequences will be very serious. It is not my physical cause, but the collapse of the plot.

I broke my promise and didn't make it out. Maybe some readers think that the outbreaks in the past few days are all manuscripts. I can swear with my life. It will be updated on the fifteenth day in three days. There is not even a word, it is a manuscript!! Because I found that I couldn't keep the manuscript at all.

There will be three updates today, and the last one is the practice in the early morning of the month. I will still make up for the chapter of this month's word-bye.

Calculate how many updates this month, plus today's third update, 82 updates!

*JRM