As night falls, piles of bonfires illuminate the entire tribe, and everyone gathers together to sing and dance. "Don't be sad because of parting, be happy because of new acquaintances... Staying in the imperial suburbs at night, who needs to be in the clouds? I bathe in the salty pond with my daughter, and my daughter's hair is in the sun. Looking forward to the beauty coming, facing the wind A dreamy and grand song. The hole is covered with green trees, and the nine heavens are touched by comets..." Dongfang Zhentian saw Yanju standing on one side with his arms folded, his eyes heavy, and he couldn't help but ask: "Are they singing so well?" Why did he still sing so deeply? Yan Chuan sighed: "It's Young Siming." "what?" Jiang Chuixing was confused: "What happened to Young Siming?" "That's the god in charge of the descendants of the human world!" Dongfang Zhentian couldn't help but said, "You should go back and read more books!" Jiang Chuixing rolled his eyes: Didn't she understand what they were singing? It's only a little bit better than him, so awesome! He was completely dissatisfied, but when it came to studying, he became short of breath and didn't want to talk. He simply regarded himself as a piece of wood and was too lazy to argue with her. "The tribe's sacred tree is the tree of fertility. It worries about the reproduction of other families all day long. Even the singing pot is the god of offspring." Dongfang Zhentian sighed, "But these little flat hairs can indeed give birth. You guys, it doesn't matter whether Di Jiang dies or not. The litter will give birth to cubs one after another! Otherwise, his descendants will compete with each other for fruit?"
Yan Chu paused for a while and then said: "You will understand if you think about the experience and situation of the Yuqing tribe." Yu Haoji possessed the inheritance of Emperor Jiang's witchcraft power and was originally extremely powerful. Later, as his divine blood gradually became thinner, his control over witchcraft power became weaker and weaker, and he became a vassal of the Giant Eagle Tribe. They are weak and do not have strong fighting power. Once they completely lose their witchcraft power, they will inevitably become the bottom of the food chain in this world of the jungle. It can be expected what a miserable situation they will be in the future. The fall of gods and the dissipation of divine power are a devastating disaster for ethnic groups like the Yuqi tribe that rely on blood inheritance. They reproduce like crazy just to get more possibilities to awaken their witchcraft power. Unfortunately, even so, they cannot save their fate of decline. And the Youchun clan is a glimmer of light that the entire clan suddenly glimpses when it is about to enter the abyss and doomsday. When they discovered that they could rely on the talent of Youchun's bloodline to become powerful again, it was like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw. What they really care about is not the issue of reproduction, but the divine blood and their own future. Dongfang Zhentian was silent and looked at Zhuang Qiqi, who was surrounded by a group of people. Caiyu led a younger child into the crowd and gently tugged on the corner of her clothes: "Goddess, will you stay?" The people around him gradually became quiet after hearing this. Zhuang Qiqi was silent for a moment when he looked at the pair of expectant eyes. "I awakened my witchcraft power last winter and will go to the Giant Eagle Tribe in the spring." He pushed a toddler girl in front of Zhuang Qiqi. "This is my sister. She is two and a half years old this year. She can already do it by herself. There are many things, so I beg you to keep her by your side as a maid." He pulled the little girl to crawl on the ground. Zhuang Qiqi asked: "Where are your parents?" "They are all dead. My brother also went to the Giant Eagle Tribe a long time ago. We have no contact again." The child crawled to her feet and humbly prayed, "As long as the goddess allows her to be by her side, she doesn't have to worry about anything. You can find food by yourself, so it won’t be a problem.” "Let me think about it." Zhuang Qiqi was uneasy, because Shi Xuanying had not spoken for a while, and she was a little worried, wondering if something happened over there. …… "Bah, bah, bah! What the hell!" In the darkness, the smell of blood and putrid smell was soaring into the sky. Shi Xuanying was made dizzy by her own smoke. Just now, something accidentally dripped into her mouth.
Before, she was distracted to pay attention to Jiang Chuixing and the others, but was counterattacked by Chen Jie's consciousness. Now she has become 70% alienated. The consciousness was forced to retract and was wrapped in the consciousness of the tide, unable to break free. She didn't even know her specific state now. She could only feel that her body seemed to have swelled to a large size, and her arms seemed to have turned into soft bodies like a snake's tail, divided into countless strips. The tips of these tentacles are swelling... A little disgusting. Shi Xuanying usually doesn't feel much about this kind of thing, but it obviously doesn't feel good when it grows on her body. She lay on the ground, her consciousness in Tide's consciousness, and countless memories came to her. "Taihuan Zunshen. How do you feel?" A voice came from my ear. Shi Xuanying opened her eyes and saw a young man's face enlarged in front of her eyes. Her expression was dazed for a moment: Who am I? tidal? Taihuan? still…… The young man was tall and burly, tough and handsome. His lips were very thin and the peaks of his lips were sharp, which made him look particularly cold. When he spoke in a gentle voice, he looked very strange. Shi Xuanying's eyes moved slightly and she noticed the colorful feathers growing on his forehead and forehead hidden under the black hood. "Wonderful wife?" The young man stretched out two fingers and waved them in front of her eyes. Seeing her distracted eyes gradually gathering, he breathed a sigh of relief and comforted her with a warm voice, "You won't feel the pain soon." His warm fingertips wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said slowly: "You must remember that all of this is thanks to the Giant Eagle Tribe, who pushed us into a desperate situation." Shi Xuanying remembered it. This was a memory shared by Chao Xiang and Taihuan.