The Kailun tribe also failed to escape severe floods.
Many tents and yurts were collapsed by the water, and the road was littered with garbage and livestock carcasses, making it a mess.
The three of them walked closely and slowly, and finally reached the fence where a large section was missing.
However, no one came to ask, no one even looked at them.
Everyone is busy rebuilding their homes.
Woof woof woof!
A big, dirty black dog rushed out and stopped them, baring its teeth and giving a fierce warning.
"Dahei, let's play." Someone heard the noise and quickly came over to drive the black dog away.
He smiled bitterly at the three of them: "Youmeng, you are here. Is the Lanmang tribe okay?"
"It's not good. There is almost no way to survive..." Youmeng and the man exchanged pleasantries for a few words before asking: "I'm here to see the leader of the third clan of your tribe. I wonder if he is not in the tribe now?"
"Yes." The man was not surprised. "This god is full of fire and flood. Several clan leaders have rushed back from outside."
Youmeng breathed a sigh of relief, "Then I'll go to his house and have a look."
After saying that, he took Ren Ning and Yang Lan to the east side.
After walking a few steps, the big black dog sprang out from nowhere and stared at the three of them fiercely, looking like it was about to pounce.
Everywhere on the road, people were clearing mud and hauling away livestock carcasses.
Someone knew Youmeng and helped him scold him.
"Brother Youmeng, I'm so sorry." He explained: "A large group of outsiders came yesterday, and they were all very vicious and difficult to deal with. Dahei was kicked hard several times, so he barked and bit you when he saw you. of."
"Nothing." Youmeng laughed and waved his hand, "A vigilant dog is a good dog, I like it!"
An outsider not to be trifled with? And there are a lot of them?
Ren Ning's heart moved behind him.
They must be Xiliang soldiers.
He was able to survive the fire alone. Not to mention those Xiliang soldiers who took the initiative to light fires. What a coincidence, did they also come to the Kailun tribe?
Ren Ning looked at himself.
Covered in mud and sheepskin, he looked like a grassland refugee. If you don't look carefully, you don't have to worry about being discovered that he is a Yun Chui person.
"Brother Ning, don't worry." Yang Lan leaned over and said softly: "This Kailun tribe has a habit of intermarrying with the Yunchui people. Many tribesmen actually look similar to you."
"Thank you." Ren Ning breathed a sigh of relief.
The Kailun tribe has a large population and a vast territory.
The three of them walked among the tents and yurt rooms for almost half an hour before they stopped in front of a tall yurt room.
The yurt was seriously damaged and some people were busy repairing it.
Youmeng walked up to a young man covered in mud and slapped him: "Alan, it's me, Youmeng. Are you three clan leaders here?"
"Youmeng! Damn it, are you still alive?" Allen looked up and suddenly screamed.
He quickly reacted and explained with a sly smile, "The three clan leaders mentioned you this morning, saying that the fire came from the north, and I don't know if you Lan Mang can survive it."
"Thank you for your concern." Youmeng laughed and snatched the pile hammer from his hand and started banging it. "Fortunately, the fire was discovered in time and we were able to escape safely. But the heavy rain behind almost caused the fire to escape. We exterminated our clan..."
After briefly introducing Lan Mang's situation, he couldn't wait to ask, "Where are the elders of the three clans?"
"Clan leader." Allen patted his head in embarrassment, "Several clan leaders gathered together early in the morning to discuss matters. They should be back soon. Why don't you wait first."
"Then let's wait." Although Youmeng was anxious, he could only respond first.
"This damn heavy rain has killed many of our tribesmen and livestock..." Alan couldn't stop talking about the disaster situation of the Kailun tribe.
He took out meat wrap and drinking water from his small tent nearby and gave them to the three of them. He said enthusiastically: "It must not be easy for you to come all the way. Let's eat something to fill our stomachs first."
The three of them were very hungry, so after thanking them, they took it and ate it hungrily.
Ren Ning Dingqing glanced at it.
Both foods showed green numbers, so I started eating with confidence.
The young man glanced at Yang Lan secretly, with a very embarrassed expression on his face, "Sister Yang Lan, there is mud everywhere here, and there is no dry place to sit. How about you come to my tent and rest for a while?"
"No need. I'm not tired." Yang Lan shook her head and raised her hand to point north, "After eating, I'll go to Panpan's to see if there's anything I can help with."
Ren Ning subconsciously looked up.
There was a small elegant tent a hundred meters away, and two slender girls were pushing hard through the mud, trying to clear a clean path.
The mud beneath their feet was thick, and the sun above them was strong. The two of them were so tired that they were sweating profusely, but they kept working hard without stopping for a moment.
As soon as they finished eating, the three clan leaders came back.
He was overjoyed to see Youmeng and quickly pulled him into his yurt to talk.
To avoid trouble, Ren Ning tried his best not to speak.
He did not follow, but looked around and saw that the large yurt in front of him was almost completed, so he followed Yang Lan to help the two girls clean up the mud on the road.
The two of them hadn't walked for long when the big black dog jumped out from the side again, growling with a ferocious expression.
Ren Ning refused to tolerate it, took out a wolf fang and threw it upward.
Uh-huh.
The black dog was slightly startled. Although he was not so frightened that he ran away on the spot, his voice became much lower and more honest.
Yang Lan chuckled and looked at the black dog with disdain, "What a bully and shy of the strong."
Two girls from the Kailun tribe came over and soon the older girl waved cheerfully, "Yang Lan! When did you come?"
"Just arrived." Yang Lan walked over and introduced the two parties, "Brother Ning, this is my good sister Yingpan Kailun and her maid. She is the youngest daughter of the three clan leaders."
"Hello." Ren Ning glanced at Yingpan.
His eyes lit up.
The sweaty girl looked a little embarrassed, and there was a lot of mud stuck to her skirt, but it did not damage her beauty. What caught Ren Ning's attention even more was that Yingpan actually had a standard Yunjui face.
Black eyes, black hair, yellow skin, petite and exquisite.
Ren Ning thought about the tall noses of the three clan leaders and couldn't help but look strange.
"Panpan, this is Ning Ren, Brother Ning. He is the savior of our Lanmang tribe. If it weren't for him, you would probably never see me again."
Yingpan was startled and then looked at Ren Ning doubtfully.
Seeing that he was not as tall as his father and brother, he couldn't help but wonder: "Is he so powerful? What happened?"
"Of course it's great. Wasn't there a fire on the grassland a few days ago..." Yang Lan, who had eaten and drank enough, kept talking about the situation, almost turning Ren Ning into a man who could fly in the sky and escape the earth.
Ren Ning listened for a few times, then curled his lips and didn't bother to listen anymore.
He worked expressionlessly like a machine, wondering what to do next.
Until Youmeng shouted to him.
"Brother Ning, come here and pick a horse with us."
Pick a horse?
Ren Ning cheered up, put the clippers in his hand into the hands of the little maid Yingpan, turned around and strode towards Youmeng.
The hehe voice of the three clan chiefs came over.
"The sun's rays are really poisonous! It seems like the weather is getting hotter again. It seems that the mud on the ground will dry up soon. I think your journey back should be easier."
