"Benefactor, the residence of Lord Patriarch is in front.”The fire scythe pointed at a cave that was revealed not far away. Compared to the building next to it, it was obviously more imposing.
However, in Qin Huanxi's eyes, it was just so-so. These country bumpkins were still in the cave dwelling era. He wondered if his sister Houtu was like them. If that was the case, he might have to improve the life of the witch tribe in advance.
Qin Huanxi couldn't accept the fact that the snow-white and pretty person in her memory was living in a cave without seeing the sun and living a life similar to that of a wild beast.
"Hahaha, I heard that an old friend of mine is here. Who is it?”Suddenly, a burst of laughter rang out. Even though he did not see the person, he could guess a thing or two just by listening to his voice.
The earth rumbled, and a tall figure came out of the cave with a bow. That's right, he came out. The cave was almost five meters tall, but he had to bow.
When the burly man straightened his back, half of the sky seemed to have been covered. Looking over, one could see a hundred-foot-tall burly man with red scales and fire snakes in his ears.
"Is this…this little brother who saved my subordinate?”Zhurong widened its large copper eyes and swept its gaze back and forth on Qin Huanxi, but it frowned inadvertently.
Huo Sickle's heart tightened when he saw this. Could it be that his benefactor was wrong? He was not an old acquaintance of the clan leader, but why did he…
Just as Huo Sickle was feeling uneasy, Qin Huanxi still took a step forward.
Although its body was several times lower than Zhurong's, it looked calm and carefree. In terms of aura, it was not inferior to Zhurong at all.
Just as Zhurong frowned slightly, Qin Huanxi said,"It has been hundreds of years since we parted on Buzhou Mountain. Have you forgotten what happened?”
"Hundreds of years…"
Zhurong's face darkened. Hundreds of years ago, there was no such thing as the Sorcerer Tribe. Back then, the twelve of them had been playing and playing in Mount Buzhou all day long. How could there be any old friends?
If there were any, it would be the wolves, tigers, and leopards that had been bullied by them. Could this fellow be here to make fun of him?
Just as he was about to get angry, something suddenly flashed through his mind, and he suddenly appeared surprised. The eyes that looked at Qin Huanxi also changed from the initial silence to surprise and joy.
"You…Thirteenth Brother?"”
When Zhurong sensed the Pangu bloodline from Qin Huanxi, it finally believed what it saw. It strode forward and hugged Qin Huanxi.
F * ck, you strangled me!
Qin Huanxi only felt his breathing tighten. It was as if his entire body was wrapped in a layer of iron shackles. Even with his peak Heaven Immortal cultivation, he couldn't break free at all. While he was shocked by Zhurong's cultivation, he also mourned for himself.
Damn it, if this continues, I will become the first person in the history of the Primordial World to be strangled to death because of the excitement of reunion.
……
"... When you were taken away by that unscrupulous Taoist priest, we were worried that you wouldn't have enough food and warm clothes. We didn't expect you to grow so big after 500 years..."
Zhurong chattered on, its tiger eyes faintly red.
Qin Huanxi stopped struggling, perhaps because he was infected. He hesitated for a moment and hugged her with his not-so-thick arms.
Zhurong seemed to be shocked. Its entire body trembled and it placed Qin Huanxi on the ground. It scolded with a smile,"Brat, you've been gone for five hundred years. Us boors don't mind, but sister Houtu has been crying day and night for you.”
"Big brother, don't worry. This little brother will definitely not forget the friendship of little sister Houtu.”Qin Huanxi called him big brother sincerely, and he no longer had the playful heart he had in the past.
This was because he felt a strong kinship from Zhurong. He didn't expect that Zhurong was still thinking about the little guy at the foot of Buzhou Mountain.
Fire Sickle looked at the scene in front of him and could be described as ups and downs. He thought that Qin Huanxi was just an ordinary acquaintance of Zhurong, but who knew that in the end, he would become the eldest brother and younger brother.
Moreover, the benefactor seemed to know not only the clan leader, but also the other Ancestors of Sorcery.
After thinking about it for a long time, this fire sickle had a delicate heart and immediately said,"Patriarch, look at how tired my benefactor is. Even if you two are brothers, shouldn't you sit down first?”
"You're right. I almost forgot about this in my excitement. Come, come, come, come with me. We brothers haven't seen each other for hundreds of years.”
As Zhurong spoke, it held Qin Huanxi's arm and walked in without any explanation.
Their heights were completely out of proportion. From the perspective of others, they looked like a giant pushing a child. There was no comparison at all.
"Chi chi!"
Zhu Qin, who was watching from behind, couldn't help but laugh out loud. Qin Huanxin was helpless but also enjoyed following Zhu Rong into the cave.
With Zhurong's height, his residence naturally couldn't be small. After entering, he realized that the cave was as big as a basketball court. The view inside was wide and there were countless beautiful stones embedded in it.
"F * ck, those are all pearls. In the future, wouldn't they be the richest man in the world?”
Qin Huanxi sighed with emotion, but he did not have much of an expression. After traveling in the Wilderness for these days, he had long known what kind of era this was.
The treasures of the future were just trash that could be seen everywhere here. If one was lucky, they could even get a few Connate Numinous treasures.
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