New White Snake Asking Immortals

The little boy who stole the tribute did not know that he was being watched.

After eating the meat, he drank all the water. When he was full and full, he burped and knelt down, holding his stomach in a funny look. He hummed and kowtowed three times.

"Hiccup, thank you Divine Dragon Queen for your gift. I will definitely come to honor you when I kill a wild mouse..."

After speaking, he stood up with difficulty while holding on to the altar table, choking on the food in his throat and rolling his eyes.

He burped and ran away slowly.

The monster dragon in the mud pond at the foot of the mountain suddenly made a new discovery. The little boy who stole the tribute turned out to be a gathering of great forces. He was destined to go through many things in the future and finally complete something. Perhaps the road he had to go was very tiring, hard, tired, and hesitant. , wanted to give up again and again, but persisted hard, and one day his shoulders would be able to carry the heavy responsibility.

The world is magical, and catastrophes are unavoidable, but the will of the world will condense destiny and give birth to creatures responsible for correcting mistakes, and silently manipulate everything to get everything back on track.

The local luck is gathering in favor of the boy. The boy does not know how difficult the future will be.

People who don't know the inside story may think that the general trend is a good thing, which helps to become a big shot or to practice. In fact, it is a kind of responsibility. The growth process is full of hardships and hardships, because the will of the world needs strong brave men instead of just enjoying the drag. bottle.

Of course, he is just a lucky person in the world of thousands of miles around, and such people will be born all over the world.

The one who was born from the will of all heavens and worlds is still suffering from indigestion in Tianzhu Peak.

The boy looked around cautiously, hunched over and hiccupped.

Sneak down the mountain along the small road in Qi District.

Just as he left, an old man and a muscular man walked out from behind the rock next to him.

The strong man took out a piece of animal meat and placed it as a tribute again, worshiped the statue seriously, and finally wiped away the traces caused by the boy stealing the tribute.

"Village chief, this is already the sixth time."

After speaking, the muscular man picked up the meat residue and stuffed it into his mouth to eat, and finally licked his fingers.

The old village chief sighed with his hands behind his back.

"The child is too hungry, and the body is growing old. Alas, it is useless for us elders..."

After saying that, the two of them were silent and didn't know what to say. The environment was harsh and it was difficult to survive. Too many children in the village died young. As elders, we can only try our best to protect the children from growing up. No matter how difficult it is, only having children will have a future.

In the mud pond, the monster dragon held back its hunger and tried to reduce its own consumption, peeking at the hard life of these humans. It was very comfortable in the mud and had no intention of showing up.

Time passes little by little.

People passing by the mud pond found nothing unusual and had no idea what was hidden in the mud pond around them. After filtering the mud and getting enough muddy water, they left and worked feebly.

Unconsciously, at noon, the boy came to the mud pond to fetch water with a wooden bucket.

There is no one idle in the village, and the older children also have to do their best work. They roll up their trouser legs and sleeves and start digging in the mud, filtering the muddy water with great effort.

Thirst is very uncomfortable. I can't wait for the muddy water to settle and drink raw water directly. People who survive the harsh environment are very strong. Drinking water and eating raw meat in the wild is common. Those who can't bear it are long gone.

The boy saw the hunters returning from their outings, with the hunting dogs in front, and the neighbor's brother carrying several large scorpions in his hands. From today on, he was also a hunter.

He looked at it enviously for a while and continued digging in the mud.

Suddenly, the yellow dog hound howled and barked in the direction of the mud pond, trembling all over and retreating while barking.

The strong men felt that the hounds were behaving abnormally, and looked around with weapons in hand. Not long after, the other two hounds also began to bark vigilantly.

"There's danger! Go back to the village quickly!"

Experienced hunters sense danger and sound the alarm.

Minzhuang knocked on the broken iron plate on the sentry tower, and the working villagers around him ran back in panic.

The boy who bent down to dig up the mud looked back blankly and saw the hound barking at him, and the old village chief seemed to be shouting something.

Due to long-term malnutrition, I bent down and stood up too quickly, causing dizziness and difficulty hearing.

After finally recovering, I heard the familiar voice of the old village chief.

"Come back quickly! There is a monster...!"

When the boy heard the word "monster", there was a bang in his head, and he hurriedly ran to the shore. One of them slipped and fell because he didn't pay attention.

"Ah wu..."

My head hurt so bad that I ate a mouthful of mud. I thought my head had hit a rock in the mud pond. I struggled several times and finally stood up. My whole body was covered in mud and I looked like a mud monkey. I didn’t care about the bucket and stumbled back while covering my head.

In the mud, the monster dragon silently sank its tail deeper.

The boy, who looked like a clay figure, and the others ran back to the village, and the strong men pushed the heavy door slowly to close.

Both men and women picked up spears, bows and crossbows and boarded the stockade. Although they were nervous, they were not afraid. Monsters and monsters did not dare to attack the stockade. The biggest threats were wandering warriors and bandits. The monsters could only cause trouble and leave on their own. Go, just stay in the village.

The male and female villagers on the wall of the village were waiting in full formation, and it was very quiet, with only the sound of the wind blowing the sand and dust.

The demon dragon was speechless, lamenting that dogs’ noses were so sensitive in the famine years.

Not planning to go out anyway.

The villagers didn't see what was wrong, only that the hound was frightened by something.

Hot afternoon sun exposure.

Half an hour passed, and another half hour passed...

The hot and panting hounds are still restless, and the villagers are also very experienced in staying behind closed doors. It’s not that they have never seen monsters that are very patient and lurking in the past. Anyway, as long as they persist in consumption, it will be fine.

The scorching sun baked the earth and distorted the vision. The hunters were still studying where the monsters were lurking, and occasionally fired a few arrows or small spells to blast them.

On the top of the mountain, the elderly and children knelt in front of the temple to pray. The boy who stole the tribute looked blankly at the meat on the table.

Maybe Bai already knew what was going on in the village, but he really had no time to care about it because there were too many temples.

In this way, the evening ushered in while waiting, the temperature became slightly cooler, the fiery red sun set on the mountains in the distance, a few carrion birds flew across the sky with strange calls, and it was still quiet outside the village.

Just when the hunters were wondering whether their judgment was wrong, a black spot in the distance brought sand and dust closer.

Those with good eyesight can see that they are horse bandits.

"The horse bandits are coming!"

The iron plate clanged again on the sentry tower, and the male and female villagers who were sitting and resting stood up one after another.

The old village chief's face was ugly. The village was not afraid of monsters but the more hateful horse bandits. Their horses were descendants of monsters and were fast and strong in endurance. The horse bandits were both monsters and they were just a group of butchers who did whatever they wanted. They were more hateful than those monsters. hateful.

I glanced at the blood-red color of the sunset on the horizon, which seemed to indicate bloody killings.

The young and strong male and female villagers looked at the old village chief.

The old man looked ugly and remained silent for a moment, spitting fiercely as he looked at Shachen, the horse bandit who was getting closer and closer.

"No matter what, it's death! Even if you die, you have to pull a few beasts on your back!"

"Fight!"

The villagers roared at the top of their lungs.

The old village chief dragged a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old to him.

"Let the children hide in the secret room and tell them not to make any noise. Everyone else will come to guard the wall, and the old man will also come to help boil water and carry stones!"

The whole village started to move, going about their own business with fear and trembling. They couldn't understand why those people insisted on destroying their already difficult life. There was really nothing in the village.

In the mud pond, the monster dragon exposed its nostrils and a pair of eyes, looking at the dissatisfied horses and drooling.