Pursuit of the Truth

The second wind starts from the cold, Chapter 369, the Wolverine Blood (first)

The Haiqiu Department is a large tribe on the land of the Witch. Now these are only part of the migration. The length of this team is far from being a piece of it. There are a lot of huge beasts on the ground. Carrying a unique architecture and the people of the Haiqiu Department, slowly moving forward. (www.jtxsk.comka

In the sky, thousands of autumn fish swim, such as covering the sky, bursting into the sound of whistling, there are many such autumn fish and beasts spread out, patrols in general.

Su Ming was sitting on the body of a tortoise and beast. He was sitting around the nine Haiqiu tribes. These nine people were well-made and all of them were all central witches.

They surrounded Su Ming, like the encirclement, this is the command of the wizard.

Beside Su Ming’s side, there is a person lying down. This person is the old man of the barbarian. He can’t move his body, but he is sober, but he is full of shock in the scene of his own eyes.

He did not believe that Su Ming was a dementor, but the development of the matter made him finally hesitate, until the moment is completely unclear, Su Ming, who is it!

Su Ming was silent all the way, sitting cross-legged, looking as usual, not revealing his inner thoughts. The turtle beast he was in was the second of the nine, and the first tortoise in front was the witch man. Car.

In this position of Su Ming, he can see the first turtle in the distance, the long-haired man who is facing away from him. The length of his hair is what Su Ming has never seen before. See, the first one.

Especially in the thought of the barbarians' realm of barbarians, Su Ming's eyes will shrink.

"How many witches are there in the Wu people... I don’t think there will be many. If the barbarians of the barbarian are perfect, they will definitely be the same." For the perfection of the witch and the soul, Su Ming knows very little. This is too far for him.

"Just a gaze, you can make the wild soul almost collapse in the early days... It’s awkward, and it’s a strong force. I’m afraid that it’s the most powerful force in the whole morning.

It’s a sorrow... I don’t know what the name of this person is, but I want to come, it must be in the Wu and Han clan, all of them are famous. Su Ming did not move and died, and looked around.

The migration of this tribe was not fast. When the evening came, the moving team gradually stopped. On this desolate land, the people of the Haiqiu Department skillfully arranged a tent for a hide, and raised the bonfire. Orderly, there is no sense of clutter, as if everyone knows what to do.

At the end of the twilight, when the sky is dark, the bonfire will be reflected in the surrounding area. As a temporary tribe to rest, the scope is still very large. At the very least, Su Ming stands there. When looking up, he can only see it vaguely. At the end, it is specific how big the temporary tribe is. He can't see clearly.

The moon in the sky gradually emerges from the clouds. The earth is flashing in the fire. Although it is dark in the distance, it is brighter in this tribe. Some children are playing with each other, and sometimes there is a sound of laughter. Gradually, with The people of the Haiqiu Department each took out the food, and some of the tribes used the bonfire to bake the meat. When the fragrance spread, the whole temporary tribe began to have a lively voice.

Su Ming sat by the campfire and looked at it all. If he didn't go to see the spurs, he would even have an illusion that his place is not a witch, but a barbarian.

Whether it is diet or living habits, all kinds of things are too similar in these two groups, except for the difference in magical powers, except for the different methods.

At the time of Su Mingxi, he saw another place in the bonfire not far away. There were three children, seven or eight years old, wearing animal skins, some hair scattered, chasing each other, one child, eyes Very big, face powder toot, looks very cute.

The child ran ahead, the laughter revealed joy, and the two companions behind him were chasing.

"You two are running too slowly. I count three. If you can't catch up with me, this Aso drum will not be played for you." The child running in front held a round in his hand. The snare drum, with a connected handle, was held by him, but the ground was not flat. When he turned back, his sole was smashed and the whole person fell.

When he fell, the two companions behind him suddenly caught up, and the three immediately clamored on the ground.

Three people were making trouble, but there was a voice of quarrel, which made Su Ming’s eyes look over.

"I blame you, broke the Aso drum, and blame you!"

"This is what my father gave me, you accompany me!"

The children who fell before the three children, now with their heads down, looked like they were about to cry, and the little drum that he had held before his hand broke a bit at the moment.

Two other children in front of him, with grievances and anger on his face, noisy.

Such things happen sometimes in children. In this case, most of the surrounding witches turn a blind eye. Compared with the child’s innocence, the adults of these witches are heavy at the moment because they will not join the war for a long time. Among them, there may be very few who may eventually survive.

Su Ming looked at the three children, looked at the little bone that was held in the hand of one of the children, and slowly stood up. When he got up, he immediately looked around at the nine central Wuwus. Gazing out, showing the meaning of vigilance.

For the eyes of these nine people, Su Ming did not care, but walked to the three children who had quarreled.

For Su Ming’s move, the nine central witches around the frown, one of the three witches between Su Ming and the three children, stood up when Su Ming came, staring at Su Ming, just about At the time of opening, he suddenly had a flower in front of his eyes. When he had a clear vision, he had already lost Su Ming’s figure.

The man slammed and then turned back and saw Su Ming, who was behind him, facing him and heading for the three children.

With the change of this person's look, the other eight people are also the same, one by one to approach Su Ming, but see Su Ming has come to the three children, stopped and squatted.

"Look at your uncle, maybe you can fix it for you." Su Ming took the mask, but the softness of the eyes and the gentleness of the words were revealed.

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

"Uncle, can you fix the Aso drum?"

"Yeah, this is what my father gave me. I blame him for breaking it."

"Uncle, you repair it, it's not good for me, I broke it."

Behind Su Ming, the nine central witches who were about to approach each other had a meal at the moment. They heard Su Ming’s words and saw Su Ming’s actions.

Su Ming took the snare from the child and looked at it. At that moment, there was recollection, the similarity between the two groups, making the children's toys almost the same.

For example, this Aso drum, Su Ming remembers that when he was a child, he gave it to himself. This is a small drum made of animal skin. On both sides of the drum, there are small stones on the grass rope. With the handle turned, the small stone that is smashed by the grass rope will beat the drumhead and send out fluctuations. the sound of.

This is a kind of toy that Su Ming liked when he was a child. He looked at the drum in his hand, and the face under the mask showed a smile. One side of the bone was broken, so he could not knock the sound. Su Ming raised his hand and would After the broken animal skin was torn off, the clothes from the child in front of him fell to the corner and put it back on the drum surface. After fixing it, the drum was turned and suddenly fluctuated. I immediately passed it out.

The three children immediately cheered up, and the little face showed excitement. After taking the repaired snare that Su Ming handed them, they looked at each other and looked excited. They ran towards the distance.

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

At this moment, Su Ming did not care about the **** sea enmity between the Wu and the Nanchen barbarian. He did not care about the two sides under the Tianzhu City, and was carrying out a war that would not last for many years.

He looked at the child that day, and he had a slight sigh in his heart.

"I didn't expect the ink brother to help the children to repair the Aso drums. I want to come to them and see the past myself." A smiling voice came behind Su Ming.

As the words came, it was a young man with a black robe and a long hair with a long waist. The young man was fair-skinned and had a spur of autumn fish.

His appearance is somewhat different from that of other witches. To know that the witches' spurs are often on the entire face, and this person has only the eyebrows, and the rest of the place looks like there is no spurt.

He came from a distance. As he approached, the nine central witches who watched Su Ming had a respectful look. After the young man raised his hand, the nine people retreated.

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

"In the past, although not in the past, it is necessary to grasp the present, because the current behavior can determine the future." The young man smiled and looked at Su Ming.

The eyes of the two have contact at this moment.

"The Haiqiu Department of Teeth, the soul of the witch." The young man smiled and took back the look of Su Ming, sitting on the side of the campfire.

"Mer brother, drink alcohol." The young man said, and immediately after that, someone walked a few steps, and after he laid down the two altars, he retired.

Su Ming sat next to him and shook his head.

The young man picked up a jar of wine, opened it and drank a big mouth, and exhaled a long breath.

"The brother of the ink came from the battlefield." The young man put down the jar, and he said such a sentence casually.

"What is the saying?" Su Ming calmly opened.

"You have the taste of my Witch's blood on your body. I don't want to die in the hands of the brother-in-law who is in the hands of the gods." The young voice is flat, but the words are spoken, but it is in this lively Within the tribe, such as a cold, Su Ming.

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The eruption of three consecutive days caused the thought to appear severely withered. Sitting in front of the computer today, there is a feeling that a word cannot be written.

This feeling has not appeared many times since the writing of the ear, but this is a signal. I know that if I continue to explode and continue to force writing, the consequences will be very serious, not my physical reasons, but a paragraph. The plot of the plot.

I have reneged on my words, and I have not broken out. Some readers think that the eruptions of these days are all manuscripts. I can swear by my life. Three days and fifteen, there is no word, it is a manuscript! ! Because I found out, I couldn’t keep the manuscript at all.

Today will be three more, the last one is the practice of the early morning of the month, this month's chapter of the remarks, I will still make up.

Calculated how much this month, plus today's three more, 82 more!

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