Apocalyptic Dark Age

There are snow-white furs on the floor of the room. They are the most rare and precious objects in the wilderness. Maybe just one piece can be exchanged for a mountain of food from the Castle of Despair. The snow-white furs are spread throughout the room and are only used as ordinary carpets. , and the most commonly displayed items in the room are color screen embroideries that are half or one person tall.

Most of the patterns on the color screen embroidery are various strange creatures, heroic epic battlefields, and portraits of dignified and cold characters.

Around these color screens, children of all sizes are staring at the portraits, seemingly studying.

Lan Yu didn't dare to step heavier. He was afraid that the dirt on his shoes would fall on the carpet. When he walked through the snow-white clouds and soft carpet, he saw a room inside that was bigger than the outside, but here it was. It is completely different from the outside. There is only one theme for all, nature.

The plants planted in exquisite flower pots are all beautiful and growing well, but the ground is made of the highest grade green willow wood. It is like transparent emerald glass paving the ground. Below is the clear water and various colorful fish. with weird water creatures.

Standing on such a floor, you are naturally not afraid of staining the carpet, but it feels like standing on the water, which is unreal and illusive. The surrounding walls, like the floor, are made of top-grade green willow wood polished to two sides. The translucent texture of light allows the outside lighting to fill the interior of the house.

On the innermost platform, the huge color screen embroidery was only half completed. A woman with black hair hanging down to the ground was wearing a simple and elegant brocade robe. She was sitting beside the embroidery, concentrating on using the threads in her hands to embroider a little bit of color and pictures. Overall, here It feels comfortable and natural, but Lan Yu is more nervous than ever.

If he were in the patriarch's room, he could still take a look out of the corner of his eye, but here, he just stared at the transparent ground under his feet, even if he was Xianfeng Jialuo, because he knew that he was not a demon moth , left the family, left the family's drug support, he was nothing.

"You go out, no one is allowed to eavesdrop. Anyone who behaves improperly will be sent to the beast circle to be used as feed..." The clear and round voice, as beautiful as pearls, said chilling words. The next moment, there were subtle footsteps. , other breathing sounds disappeared within a minute. After Lan Yu sensed that the last person had disappeared through the outermost door, the mistress spoke again.

"I heard that Yi is interested in the Black Claw tribe?" The casual inquiry was like a common remark spoken accidentally, and Lan Yu's heart sank slightly.

"Yes, the reason is that there was a Natural Garo named Hongsha who was born in the Black Claw tribe and was taken away by the demon moth. The clan leader originally wanted to stay and had a dispute. Later, it was confirmed that Hongsha has the potential to become the ultimate Garo. For the future... ….”

Lan Yu told all the causes and consequences, but the mistress remained silent. When Lan Yu finally finished speaking, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't help but raised his head and glanced at the back of his mistress, then lowered his head again, not daring to be presumptuous.

"Black Claw Tribe? Black Claw?" The mistress murmured, but Lan Yu just heard it. After a while, the mistress asked the question that caused his myocardial infarction.

"In the Black Claw tribe, have you seen a boy who looks very similar to Yi?" This sentence was like a thunderbolt hitting Lan Yu's forehead, making him tremble involuntarily, wanting to speak, and his heart became tangled. He was so suffocated that he couldn't say anything. Before his mistress could ask her a second time, he suddenly fell to his knees and grabbed the ground with his head.

She held the silver needle with her fingers as white as green onion, and lightly pricked it on the screen. The next moment the silver needle penetrated, her fingertips were slightly loose, and the silver needle passed through from the other end and fell into her hand again. It was as if there was someone behind the screen who was connected to her and embroidering together.

Lan Yu knelt on the ground, her whole body swaying, and her teeth were chattering, but the woman with only black silk hair never looked back, she just embroidered stitch after stitch. Finally, Lan Yu got through the initial period. After being frightened, he spoke.

"He is now the great elder of the Black Claw tribe..." The woman just let go of her fingertips and was about to pick it up when she heard these words. She suddenly lost consciousness. The needle suddenly pierced the fingertips, and red jade crystal blood beads emerged.

"Just the Great Elder? Who is the heir of Black Claw?" Looking at the blood beads on her fingertips, the woman said softly, but the words "heir" suddenly emphasized her tone, full of murderous intent.

"He is also the great elder. Black Claw has three sons. The eldest son rebelled and was stoned to death by his tribe. The second son was timid and was given to the Huangjian tribe. The third son is the great elder. I heard that all the directors are good at killing. Coordinating and managing, he has an unruly personality and often goes against Black Claw..."

Lan Yu had done a lot of work on the Black Claw tribe. Except that he didn't expect the Black Claw to show off, he understood everything else. When he said this, he thought of something and added:

"Before the warrior assessment, the Great Elder was very mediocre, but after the assessment he became outstanding. There are rumors that he killed the terrifying death beast in the wilderness and also killed the protector Earth Armadillo. I think this may be a black man. The claws are released to prepare him to take over the leader's exploits..."

"Why not? Yi can become the patriarch of the Yuetan family. Why can't he kill the terrifying god of death and the Jialuazhong?"

The mistress seemed to be in a good mood at the moment, and her words were more gratifying and less cold.

"It's over. I'll definitely be purged. I know too much..." Lan Yu was speechless. He was more afraid of death than anyone else, otherwise he wouldn't have instigated the demon moth to throw away the red sand in the eastern wilderness. At this moment, he was lying limply on the ground like a dead dog, with cold sweat all over his body and trembling continuously.

"Are you scared?" Mistress Qingya's elegant words made Lan Yu nod with difficulty, still not daring to raise his head.

The mistress sitting next to the embroidered screen paused slightly and sipped the blood from her fingertips into her mouth. Her bright red lips had a seductive color and looked alluring.

"You made a mistake. I gave birth to two sons that day. Yi became the leader of the clan not because he was outstanding, but because he was lucky. You see, my other son is also outstanding. What should you worry about? who is it?"

This sentence does not need to be explained, but Lan Yu's panic only deepens. He has always known about the conflict between the patriarch and the mistress. When the patriarch was not yet an adult, the mistress secretly controlled everything, causing irreconcilable differences between the two parties. The contradiction is that although he is a centrist who does not occupy either side, this is even worse because it means that both sides will attack him, just like in front of him.

"Don't move the Black Claw tribe. I don't want one son to hurt another son. He is already the patriarch of the family. What else do you want?"

As soon as these words came out, the mistress stopped talking to Lan Yu and concentrated on the embroidery. Lan Yu waited for a while before slowly standing up, bowing to the mistress, and then turned and walked out. '

"The sky is going to change..." Godless eyes stared at the fiery red sky outside the porch. Lan Yu was extremely entangled in his heart. Even if everything was fine for the time being, it did not mean that everything would be fine in the future. Suddenly, he envied the demon moth. He left the whirlpool of his family early. Even if he was hunted down by his family, would he still be stronger than he is now?

"Do you want to go talk to the clan leader?" This thought flashed through his mind. After hesitating for a long time, Lan Yu decided not to get involved in this dispute that could easily kill him.

"Oh? Is that what she said?" The patriarch still crossed his hands on his chin and asked the Huahua in front of him calmly.

At this time, Huahua was not as arrogant as Lan Yu was. She looked flattering and mean. Her face turned into a chrysanthemum smile, with countless wrinkles. She shook off the white powder like flour, and had to kneel on the ground to lick the patriarch's boots.

"Yes, that's what she said. She doesn't take you seriously at all. Who doesn't know that you are the leader of the clan, and only you can make the decision in this family..."

Huahua's voice was as unpleasant as the crowing of a young rooster, but the clan leader found it useful. His eyes twinkled in his messy hair, and the corners of his mouth curved into a smile.

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