"Comfortable! Hong's craftsmanship is getting better and better."

The storm leaned on the chair, touching his high belly with his hands, while complimenting Hong.

"Sister Hong's craftsmanship is indeed getting better and better."

Feng Yun leaned comfortably on the back of his chair, nodding his head again and again, with a satisfied expression on his face.

"Sister Hong made this specially for Brother Yun. I didn't expect you to eat so much."

Feng Bei glared at the storm, his face full of displeasure.

"Hey..."

The storm smiled awkwardly, pretending not to hear what Feng Bei said, turned his head to look at Feng Yun, and said: "Yun, you insist on inviting the leaders of the tribes to visit the tribe. Will it really be as effective as you said? "

"Whether it will be effective, I am not very sure, but one thing is certain, that is, our relationship with the various tribes will definitely get closer."

After all, the environment is so different, Feng Yun dare not speak too much.

"I hope your inference is correct, otherwise I must find a chance to teach those guys a lesson. I think that one of them was never beaten by me back then, including the so-called metamorphosis fighters. If it wasn't for me to be injured, where would I need it? Go to please them."

The storm's face gradually dimmed, and his mood was obviously lowered.

"Uncle Bao, you are not too uncomfortable, you are just injured. Now the tribe has returned to Lei Ze, Lei Ze is rich in resources, no longer need to work for the survival of the tribe, you can take a good rest. Not to mention the Qiuxia Witch, She will definitely help you, and with her medical skills, you will definitely be cured."

Fengyun quickly comforted the storm.

After all these years of getting along, Feng Yun discovered that the storm is a very optimistic and strong person, but people have weaknesses. The weakness of the storm is the injury that year. When it is mentioned, his mood will immediately become depressed.

Feng Yun once inquired with Wu and learned that the storm was indeed very prestigious in Lei Ze. He was recognized by Lei Ze as a strong man. He played against some senior totem warriors who were much older than him. I believe he will definitely become the first one among the younger generation to break through the shackles and become a metamorphic warrior.

Unexpectedly, unexpected events occurred. The Yan Snake Tribe suffered a disease, and was attacked by the Raven Tyrant and the Black Raven Tribe. In order to protect the tribe, the storm fought hard, but not only suffered internal injuries, but also broke an arm.

The internal injuries suffered that year were too serious. Although many years have passed, they have not been completely healed. In addition, the injuries of the broken limbs also have a very big impact on breaking through the shackles. Even though the storm persists in practicing, it has never been able to complete the breakthrough. .

This has also become an insoluble knot in his heart.

"Yun, don't comfort me. I know my own situation best. I am destined to have no chance to be promoted to a transformation fighter in my life."

The storm stood up, tugged at the corners of his mouth, smiled, and then said, "I'm leaving. Wu told me to be careful. Although I don't think anyone will come to die at this time, but be careful after all. There is nothing wrong with it. The leaders of the various tribes have come, and in case something goes wrong, the tribe cannot bear this responsibility."

After that, the storm waved to Fengyun and the others, beckoning them not to send it, and quickly walked outside the room.

"You stay here. I'll go out and take a look."

Feng Yun was a little uneasy, and they nodded at Feng Bei, stood up, and chased the storm.

"Uncle Bo is really, it's been so many years, and it's still like this every time, and it made Brother Yun worry about him. Really."

Feng Bei frowned, showing an unhappy expression.

"Bei, can't you talk about Uncle Brute? You don't know how badly the blows hit him back then. If he hadn't been injured, he would have become a warrior of metamorphosis. Why would it be his turn to be arrogant? We should understand... …"

Hong couldn't see it.

"Sister Hong, I see. Next time I must remember to understand Uncle Mo. Okay, I'm going to sleep."

Feng Bei waved her hand perfunctorily, and walked out of the door to her courtyard.

At her insistence, she still lived with Feng Yun and others, but in view of her getting older, Feng Yun asked her to build a separate courtyard for her when building a house, but there was a door connected to his house. , You can enter freely, which is very convenient.

"Ugh."

Looking at Bei Yuan's back, Hong couldn't help but shook his head, but didn't say anything, and started to clean up the mess, and Zhu also came up to help.

Feng Yun's speed was very fast, and he caught up with the storm as soon as he walked out of the courtyard, but he did not take the initiative to speak up, but silently followed behind him.

According to his experience, whenever a storm touches his mind, it is best not to disturb him and let him calm his emotions. If he steps forward to comfort him, the effect will not be good.

"What's wrong? Worried about my accident?"

The storm glanced at Fengyun, and a trace of displeasure appeared on his face.

"Nothing. The rainbow cooked rice is too delicious, and it's a little bracing. Come out for a walk and digest."

"Digesting? You have swallows, and wanting to digest is just a matter of thought, why bother to go out and run around."

The storm was amused by the wind and clouds.

"I forgot."

Feng Yun's expression looked a little embarrassed. In order to resolve the conflict, he subconsciously found a saying: "The weather is so good, and I'm full. It's better to walk out than to stay in the room."

"good weather?"

The storm looked up and saw the dark clouds that had broken and rolled over the sky. From time to time, you could see a trace of light flashing in the clouds, and it seemed that it was going to rain.

"Well, the weather is really good."

I don't know why, the dark clouds before the rain often make his mood very depressed, but this time his mood has become much better.

In the following time, the wind and the storm seemed to have a tacit understanding, wandering around the tribal buildings and the periphery of the tribe, patrolling, but did not speak.

After completing the patrol, the storm stopped, looked at Fengyun, and said seriously: "Yun, I'm fine, you can go back. Well, thank you."

"Uncle Storm, I'm going back."

With Fengyun's understanding of the storm, he could sense that his mood had indeed been calmed down, so he stopped insisting and walked towards his own residence.

He has a lot of things to do tomorrow. He has been selected by the witch. He needs to be responsible for sacrifices and receive leaders from various tribes. It will be very busy.

Although he is very confident in his physical strength and there is no problem staying up all night, he still wants to face the leaders of various tribes with a better face, hoping to leave a good impression on them.

"Smelly boy."

The storm looked at Feng Yun's back and snorted with a smile, but it was not until his back completely disappeared from his vision that he turned and left.

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