“You don’t need to be grateful to me, you saved my life, I naturally want to repay you,” the woman seemed to see Zhang Xuan’s astonishment, as shocked, “You come to our house as a slave, do whatever you want, and don’t want to work. Row!”
“Oh fine!”
Zhang Xuan was speechless.
This woman, letting herself be a slave to her, actually said she was repaying herself?
Does this still make sense?
However, this woman was very sincere. It seemed that she made Zhang Xuan a slave, and she really gave him great kindness!
“You should have guessed who I am?” The woman laughed.
“This… I’m sorry, I didn’t guess it.”
Zhang Xuan was depressed.
He has only been dead for a few days, how can he guess the identity of this woman!
“I wear colorful feathers. Can’t you guess who I am?”
The woman asked suspiciously.
“We, the Baiyu clan, have always lived in the mountains and seldom interact with people outside, so we don’t know about your Hong clan.” Zhang Xuan hurriedly stalled.
“Oh, no wonder you don’t know anything!”
The woman paused, “Our Hong clan classifies our status according to the color of feathers. People like your white feather clan can only use one type of feather for decoration, while our highest-level nobles can use five-color feathers for decoration! ”
As the woman said, she shook the five-color feather decoration on her body.
“Oh.”
Zhang Xuan did not dare to say anything, so he lowered his head and kept pretending to be dull.
“My name is Zi Biao, shouldn’t you… you haven’t even heard of my name?” The woman stared at Zhang Xuan with burning eyes.
“Our Baiyu clan is in the mountains, and my status in the clan is very low. Outside matters…I don’t know anything.”
Where did Zhang Xuan know the identity of this woman named Zi Biao, so he had to continue to pretend to be a fool.
“Well, it seems you really don’t know anything!”
Zi Hao withdrew his gaze, “I am the general of the Hong Clan. I am second only to the Fu Ling’an, and I am an aristocratic class.”
“Oh.”
Zhang Xuan’s face was expressionless, and there was a mess in his heart.
What the hell is this Anren, people, all?
However, listening to this woman’s words and her dress, Zhang Xuan could roughly guess that in this dead state, she was still in the barbaric civilization of the slave society.
This Anren makes people feel that it should be their official position or title.
“This is your son?”
The purple haw hugged the god-baby, so he hugged him and gave him a piece of roasted meat to eat.
“mother!”
If the god-baby has milk, the mother is guilty of the problem again, and when she received the barbecue, she called the mother.
“Um… how does he call me a mother?” Zi Yan was stunned.
“He doesn’t have a mother. Whoever feeds him is called a mother!” Zhang Xuan shook his head and smiled bitterly.
“Where’s the fuck?”
“He is the child I picked up, there is no mother.”
“Oh……”
When the purple bird was holding the divine baby, he was surprised when he found his little wings wrapped in his clothes!
“He… how can he have wings?”
“Uh…I don’t know, it was like this when I picked him up.”
Zhang Xuan couldn’t explain the wings of the god infant, so he had to pretend that he didn’t know it.
“This…this is the rebirth of the Hong Clan saint!”
Zi Hao took off the animal skin clothes of the god infant, carefully checked his wings, and exclaimed, “This child… is really the blood of our Hong clan saint, born again by condensing. !”
“Really? People of the Baiyu clan say that he is a monster. We are not allowed to live in the tribe. We, father and son, live in the caves beside the tribe.”
Zhang Xuan just made a supplement because he didn’t understand anything.
“Where did you find him?” Zi Hao frowned and asked.
“I found him in a big bird’s nest while hunting in the deep mountains. There are colorful eggshells in the nest!”
Zhang Xuan followed the words of Zi Biao and said the origin of the god infant was very mysterious.
“That would be wrong! This child is really born again from the blood of our Hong clan!”
Zi Biao said with joy: “He is the only hope for our Hong clan to leave the dead zone!”
“Leave the dead?”
Zhang Xuan suddenly narrowed his eyes.
“Why don’t you know anything? According to the legend of the elders of our Hong Clan Temple from generation to generation, our Hong Clan was sealed into this dead realm by the evil god!”
“Only the blood of the saint of the Hong clan awakens and condenses in this dead state again, and a saint with double wings will be born!”
“When the saint grows up, he will awaken the supreme supernatural powers, unlock the seal of this dead state, and take all of us out of here and go to the gods!”
Zi Hao excitedly talked about the legend of death.
“Spirit world?”
“Yes, according to the legend of the Hong Clan, there is another space outside of our dead realm, which is the paradise of the gods. There are gods and people in it. They don’t have to worry about food and clothing, and they are carefree!”
Zi Biao continued to explain, “When our Hong clan saint is born again, she can lift the seal and take us all to the God Realm!”
“Now that this child has wings on his back, it must be the rebirth of the Hong Clan saint! When he grows up, he can take us to the gods!”
“This……”
Zhang Xuan frowned.
There is more than one space outside this dead space.
Moreover, those spaces are not a carefree paradise of the gods, but full of killing and hatred!
Moreover, this god infant was created by Zhang Xuan himself, how could he be a saint of the Hong clan?
A saint of the Hong clan, isn’t it Lin Qinghan?
“This child is stupid, I’m afraid, isn’t it the reincarnation of a saint from the Hong clan?” Zhang Xuan looked at the god infant who had eaten three pieces of barbecue.
“Then how can he have wings?”
Zi Hao carefully checked the god infant again, “His strength is about the same as that of an adult, and he eats so much. At first glance, he is very talented and unique!”
“But… he is a boy, I remember, the elders said that the saint of the Hong clan who was reborn before is a female!”
“This, before the Hong Clan, was there ever a saint rebirth?” Zhang Xuan asked in surprise.
“Yes! It is said that thousands of years ago, our Hong clan saint condensed blood and regenerates. When she grows up, she regains her magical powers and memories, but… she refuses to unlock the seal and take us. The Hong Clan goes out to the God Realm!” Zi Hao sighed.
“why?”
“Are you really, have you ever heard of the Hong Clan and the Barbarian Clan?” Zi Hao looked at Zhang Xuan suspiciously.
“I never cared about these.” Zhang Xuan just continued to play stupid.
“The saint of the Hong tribe, who was reborn thousands of years ago, could have lifted the seal and took us to the God Realm, but she fell in love with a male slave and had to *have a ceremony of reunion! Once the saint had sex with people , You will lose the magical power to break the seal of death!”
Zi Hao sighed: “Of course the Hong Clan members did not agree. They would kill the male slave. If the saint’s thoughts were rejected, the saint and the man went out of the Hong Clan and went to the west of the dead realm to establish a barbarian clan!”
“Although the saint of the Hong clan and the male slave died later, the barbarians and our Hong clan fought for thousands of years!”
“Since the sage of the Nahong clan has restored his magical powers, can’t he use his magical powers to defeat you?” Zhang Xuan asked curiously.
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