New White Snake Asking Immortals

New White Snake Asks the Immortal Chapter 1493 Village

The little boy who steals the tribute does not know that he is being watched.

After eating the meat, he drank all the water. He hiccupped and kowtowed when he was full. The appearance of clutching his stomach was funny, and he kowtowed and kowtowed three times.

"Hi, thank you Goddess Dragon for your gift, I will definitely come to honor you when I catch the voles..."

After speaking, he leaned on the altar and stood up with difficulty, rolling his eyes as he choked on the food in his throat.

He hiccupped 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 actually had a big trend. He was destined to experience many things in the future and finally to complete certain things. Maybe the road he had to go was very tiring, hard, exhausted, and hesitant , Wanting to give up again and again, persisting hard, one day his shoulders will be able to carry the heavy responsibility.

The world is miraculous, catastrophes are unavoidable, but the will of the world will condense luck to give birth to creatures responsible for error correction, and silently operate to bring everything back on track.

The local luck is concentrated on the boy, and the boy doesn't know how hard it will be in the future.

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

Of course, he is just a person of good luck in a world with a radius of ten thousand miles, and such characters will be born in all parts of the world.

The one born by the will of the heavens and the world is still suffering from indigestion in Tianzhu Peak.

The boy carefully looked around, hiccupping with his back bent.

Slip down the mountain secretly along the path in the Qi District.

He had just left when an old man and a muscular man walked out from behind the rock next to him.

The brawny man took out a piece of animal meat and put it on the tribute again, and seriously worshiped the statue, and finally wiped away the traces made by the boy stealing the tribute.

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

After finishing speaking, the muscular man picked up the meat scraps, stuffed them into his mouth and ate them, and finally licked his fingers.

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

"The child is too hungry, at the age of growing up, alas, it is useless for us elders..."

After finishing speaking, the two were silent and didn't know what to say. The environment was harsh and life was difficult. Too many children died in the village. As elders, they could only do their best to protect the children from growing up. No matter how difficult it is, there is a future for children.

In the mud pond, the monster flood dragon resisted hunger and tried to reduce its own consumption as much as possible. It peeped at these human beings struggling to survive, and they were comfortable in the mud, so they didn't intend to show their faces.

Time passed little by little.

The people who passed by the mud pond didn't find any abnormalities, and they didn't know what was hidden in the mud pond around them. They left after filtering the mud to get enough muddy water, and worked feebly.

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

There are no idlers in the village, and the older children have to do some labor within their ability, rolling up their trouser legs and sleeves and starting to dig mud, and filter it hard to get muddy water.

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, and those who can't bear it have long since disappeared.

The boy saw the hunters who had gone out return, the hounds walked in front, and the neighbor's brother was carrying a few big scorpions in his hands. From today onwards, he was also a hunter.

I looked enviously for a while and continued to dig the mud with my head down.

Suddenly, the yellow dog barked and barked in the direction of the mud pond, trembling and backing away.

The strong men felt that the behavior of the hounds was abnormal, and they looked around with weapons in their hands. Not long after, the other two hounds also began to bark vigilantly.

"It's dangerous! Go back to the stockade!"

Seasoned hunters sense danger and sound the alarm.

Min Zhuang rang the broken iron plate on the sentry tower, and the villagers working around panicked and ran back.

The boy bent over to dig up the mud looked back in a daze, and saw the hounds barking at him. The old village chief seemed to be shouting something.

Due to long-term malnutrition, I just bent over and got up too quickly, causing dizziness and hearing loss.

After finally slowing down, I heard the familiar voice of the old village head.

"Come back! There are monsters...!"

The boy who heard the word "monster" slammed his head and ran to the shore in a hurry. One of them slipped and fell down without paying attention.

"Ahhh..."

My head hurts so much that I ate my mouth full of mud, thinking that my head hit a stone in the mud pond, I struggled several times and finally stood up, covered in mud like a mud monkey, stumbling back and running back with my head covered without caring about the barrel.

In the mud, the Yaojiao silently sank its tail a little deeper.

The boy who looked like a clay figurine and others ran back to the stockade, and the strong men pushed the thick gate and slowly closed it.

Both men and women took up spears 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 threat was those wandering warriors and bandits. Go, just stay in the stockade.

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

The Yaojiao was speechless, lamenting how sensitive a dog's nose was in times of famine.

Anyway, I don't plan to go out.

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

Hot afternoon sun exposure.

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

The hot, tongue-outing, panting hound is still restless, and the villagers are also very experienced in staying behind closed doors. It's not that they haven't seen monsters lurking patiently in the past, anyway, as long as they persist.

The scorching sun scorched the earth and distorted the sight. The hunters were still studying where the monsters were lurking, and occasionally shot a few arrows or small spells. boy staring blankly at the meat on the altar.

Perhaps Bai already knew about the affairs in the village, but he really didn't have time to take care of it because there were too many temples.

In this way, the evening was ushered in while waiting, the temperature became slightly cooler, the fiery red sun was setting on the distant mountains, a few carrion birds flew over the sky, and the village was still quiet.

Just when the hunters wondered if their judgment was wrong, a black spot in the distance approached with sand and dust.

With good eyes, you can see that it is a horse bandit.

"The horse bandits are coming!"

There was another clang on the iron plate 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 expression was ugly. The village is not afraid of spirits and monsters, but these more hateful horse bandits. Their horses are descendants of monsters, run fast and have strong endurance. hateful.

Glancing at the blood red of the setting sun in the sky, it seemed to herald **** killings.

Villagers, both young and strong, looked at the old village head one after another.

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

"Anyway, it's death! If you die, you have to pull a few animals to support you!"

"Fight!"

The villagers yelled hoarsely.

The old village chief dragged a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy to him.

"Let the children hide in the secret room, tell the children 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 moved, busy with their own affairs with fear and trembling. They couldn't figure out 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, drooling as it watched the horses.