"Xian, that's a good name!" Feng Xi's expression moved slightly.
Xian, according to later generations, there was a witch named Xian in ancient times, but I don’t know if the Xian in front of me is that one.
Feng Xi secretly thought in his heart, he took a deep look at Xian, he traveled through the wilderness, wanted to save his people, and ultimately passed down the witchcraft path for the human race.
I just don’t know if the person with the same name in front of me is suitable for taking the path of witchcraft.
Still need to observe some more.
Suppressing his thoughts, he looked at Xian and said in a gentle tone,
"Xian, you can call me Xi, Fuxi!"
"Da Xi!" Xian lowered his head when he heard this and said respectfully.
"Daxi, I can't be a big character!" Feng Xi smiled and shook his head.
Big, in the eyes of primitive people, means powerful, but in Feng Xi's view, big means more than that. The only person the human race can call big is the Suiren clan!
"Just call me Fuxi!"
Xian heard the words and lowered his head silently without saying anything. In his eyes, Feng Xi's almost god-like power made him dare not call Feng Xi by his name.
Feng Xi looked at Xian silently and shook his head helplessly. He did not force the other person, but his voice was gentler.
"Xian, why do you appear here alone?"
When Xian heard this, he still lowered his head, touched his stomach and said nothing.
When Feng Xi saw this, his expression became clear. He thought for a moment and then asked, "Is your tribe here?"
Xian hesitated and nodded.
"really!"
A bright light flashed in Feng Xi's eyes, and there was no mistake in the bloodline's guidance. Xian's appearance made him sure that there must be traces of human life around him. At this time, Xian nodded and admitted, but it made Feng Xi confirm that he had created a guiding witch. The effect of the technique.
only……
For some reason, Feng Xi felt a shadow in his heart. From the beginning, he thought that this might be the territory of a powerful alien beast, so the surrounding beasts, insects, and birds did not dare to approach.
But now that Xian is saying that their tribe is here, this is very abnormal.
He believed that the human race, struggling to survive in the wilderness, would never exhaust their efforts and clean up all the wild beasts around them. They also did not have the ability to make this place a place where insects and birds were extinct!
Feng Xi asked thoughtfully, "Xian, where is your father and mother?"
Xian shook his head, but his eyes didn't make any waves, "I haven't seen them."
"Daxi, Xian is going back!"
Before Feng Xi could ask further, Xian carefully raised his head and glanced at Feng Xi before speaking.
Hearing this, Feng Xi swallowed back the words that came to his lips. He looked at Xian and felt something in his heart.
"Where is your tribe? I'll take you back."
"Just in time, I also want to meet your tribe!" Feng Xi said with a smile.
Unexpectedly, when Xian Xian heard this, he immediately shook his head and said, "Da Xi doesn't need to send me off. I'll go back by myself."
As he spoke, he seemed worried that his words would cause Feng Xi's dissatisfaction, so he hesitated and explained again,
"The tribe...does not welcome...outsiders!"
Feng Xi frowned slightly, straightened his face, and said deliberately angrily,
"The jungle is too dangerous. The beasts in it will threaten your life!"
Seeing this, Xian took a few steps back in fear, but his head shook even more violently.
"Xian can go back safely!"
His tone began to become a little panicked, and he raised his wrist in panic,
"Xianyou Xiaoqing, it will..."
At this point, Xian's words stopped. He looked at the little beast wrapped around his wrist, and then remembered that when he took the little beast from Feng Xi's hand, the other person had already fallen asleep with his eyes squinted.
"Daxi. I'm leaving!"
He quickly dropped a word, fearing that Feng Xi would ask to return to the tribe with him, turned around and jumped, and disappeared into the silent mountain forest behind him with great agility.
Feng Xi raised his eyebrows slightly, and he saw the change in Xian's expression when he mentioned the tribe. It was an emotion of extreme fear, as if his tribe was very dangerous.
Thinking of Xian's efforts to prevent him from going to his tribe, and the eerie silence of the mountains and forests, a thought suddenly came to Feng Xi's mind:
"He doesn't want me to go to the tribe. Is he afraid that I will be in danger?"
After thinking about it, Feng Xi decided to follow him quietly.
Feng Xi found that Xian was very clever, running around in the jungle, and looking back warily from time to time.
As if to confirm whether Feng Xi had followed.
After walking around for a long time, Xian took one last look behind him and then slowed down and stopped.
He raised his head and identified a direction, then ran quickly towards the valley between the two mountains.
Feng Xi followed Xian silently, stepping on the dead branches and leaves on the ground without making a sound.
He looked at Xian's cautious eyes when he looked back, his eyes a little strange. What on earth was there in his tribe that made him so wary and scared, for fear that he would follow?
Soon, Feng Xi followed Xian to a valley among the mountains. He did not follow directly, but stopped in front of the valley, frowning and looking very solemn.
"The smell of blood, and..."
At this time, he heard a gloomy roar coming from the low mountain.
Feng Xi's frown deepened. This roar... must have been made by some kind of strange beast.
As a witch, Feng Xi could clearly feel that the roar contained a ferocious aura!
"How come there are strange beasts in Xian's tribe!" Feng Xi felt slightly uneasy. He held a handprint in his hand, and a faint colorless brilliance quietly covered his body.
Then Feng Xi slowly stepped into the valley.
Ahead, Xian, who was running, obviously heard the roar. His footsteps suddenly stopped, he raised his head and looked into the depths of the valley. He clenched his fists involuntarily, and pain, fear, and fear appeared on his young face. Powerless, all kinds of complex emotions intertwined together.
He knew what was happening in the tribe, and it was precisely because of this that he did not dare to bring Feng Xi back.
Silently lowering his head, Xian loosened his clenched fists and slowly walked towards the direction of the sound.
The originally nimble and agile steps became much heavier.
Feng Xi followed him through low bushes until he appeared in an open space.
In front of the clearing is a huge mountain wall.
At this time, a large group of unkempt primitive tribesmen wearing leaf skirts were kneeling.
In front of them, in front of a deep hole in the mountain wall, a huge giant snake was entrenched there.
It was covered with black scales, each scale exuding a metallic luster, and a pair of scarlet eyes exuded a fierce and bloody aura.
Next to it, there was a pile of bloody broken bones, and the giant black snake was lazily laying its head on the ground, half-squinting its eyes, and seemed to be chewing something in its mouth, and bright red blood flowed from it. It overflowed from the corner of its mouth.
At the front of the crowd, kneeling was an elderly tribesman with gray hair. At this time, he was kowtowing to the giant snake in the center.
He was still mumbling something.
Feng Xi looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes suddenly turned cold,
"Blood Sacrifice!"
