Great Wilderness Alchemist

Chapter 172, Thanksgiving

The vegetatives of the Fusang tribe were finally out of danger, and the tense nerves of the fairy relaxed all of a sudden, followed by a chill that couldn't be ignored.

Unconsciously touching her bare head, Xianling grabbed Xiao Zhao who had turned into a ferret and was about to jump on top of her head to make trouble.Obviously, it has long been very interested in the fairy's big bald head.

In Xiao Zhao's words, the current image of the fairy looks like a delicious-looking...peeled boiled egg from behind.

Moreover, it is very comfortable to lick!
The unbelieving fairy took a photo with the face of the Dragon Soul Sword, and then she refuted Xiao Zhao.

Her image at the moment... is obviously a little nun, and she is still the kind of little nun who has not grown up and is a little baby fat!

This face is so tender that even I can't help but touch it.Under Sangzhu's sideways gaze, Xianling stretched out her hand and squeezed her fleshy little face, not caring about other people's gaze at all...

Ha, don't say it, it feels pretty good!

It's just that this image is too cool in the icy and snowy environment.

So the fairy spent an hour making a fluffy hat for himself out of animal skins and put it on his head.

As soon as she looked left and right, Sang Jiu weakly opened her eyes.

Sang Zhu, who had been guarding her all this time, was suddenly overjoyed, and quickly lay down on Sang Jiu's face, shouting her name excitedly.

But there seemed to be something wrong with Sang Jiu, and he looked at Sang Zhu with empty eyes, with a look of no focus and no soul.

Sangzhu's smile gradually disappeared: "Ajiu, what's wrong with you?"

It's been a long time.

"Am I... not dead?" Sang Jiu's voice was so soft that it seemed to be floating in the air.

"Of course you didn't die, it was A Ling who saved us!"

Sang Jiu's eyes finally focused on Sang Zhu's face: "Ah Ling God Envoy?"

Sangzhu was very active: "Yes! She not only killed the demon tree that oppressed us for thousands of years, but also saved all the survivors of our tribe!"

Turning her head to look at Sang Qing lying not far away, and the plant seedlings wrapped in the fur of the spirit beast, Sang Jiu seemed to have finally recovered her lost memory, and tears began to pour out of her eyes .

When Sang Zhu was at a loss, Sang Jiu suddenly hugged him and cried, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... woo woo woo... I'm sorry, I hurt our tribe..."

Holding the girl he loves, Sangzhu's heart was pounding violently. He gently patted Sangjiu's back, coaxing her like a child.

Seeing this scene, the fairy bowed his head very politely.

Look no further.

However, the imaginary intimate scene did not appear. After crying heartily, Sang Jiu broke away from Sang Zhu's embrace and crawled towards the fairy

Dragging his weak body, Sang Jiu lay at the feet of the fairy and wept uncontrollably: "I'm sorry, my lord envoy, it's all my fault. I didn't obey your orders and harmed our tribe. I'm sorry..."

Scenes of tragic scenes were lingering in front of her eyes. At this moment, she wished she could slam her head on the ice wall to death.

Xianling didn't ask Sang Jiu why he didn't complete the task, because it had already passed, and it was meaningless to ask more.She probably also guessed the reason, with Sang Jiu's cautious and suspicious temperament, what could go wrong?It is nothing more than mistrust.

To be honest, if she is angry, she must be angry, but it is also understandable. After all, she is thin and small, like a child of thirteen or fourteen, and she does not seem very reliable.

Besides, Sang Jiu had already paid a heavy price for her paranoia.

So Xian Ling didn't say any accusations to poke her heart, but said flatly: "You are most sorry for your clansmen, not me."

Although she was almost killed by her, but it was a blessing in disguise to solve the big problem of the system, and also got a lot of hibiscus tree materials, so it is not a loss.

The more ordinary the fairy, the more sad Sang Jiu was, and there was a trace of shame mixed with this sadness.She has lived for hundreds of years, and her mind is not as mature as a cub.

What's even more unbelievable is that this cub was able to forcibly reverse the situation and keep so many survivors when the hibiscus tree broke through the seal!
She finally understood why the Beast God chose her to be his heir!
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Sang Yu really realized her mistake deeply. After regaining a little mobility, she put on her weak body, regardless of Sang Zhu's persuasion, and stubbornly waited for the people of the tribe to wake up.

Every time a plant shakes its leaves and regains consciousness, she will sincerely apologize.

There are so many times that the survivors of the entire Fusang tribe are confused.

After all the clansmen woke up, Sang Jiu began to repent of her actions with tears in her eyes.How should I put it in the picture, it's quite miserable, after all, her lower body is gone.

Then, Sang Qing and the remaining disabled vegetative people learned the truth of the matter.Although they were sad and complained a little bit, after all, they were a group of simple-minded vegetative people, so they really couldn't say anything to criticize.

What's more, Sang Jiu is the future spirit witch of their tribe, so there is nothing unforgivable, anyway, she didn't do it on purpose.

Because of the above reasons, all adults in the Fusang tribe chose to remain silent.

On the contrary, a group of little radishheads who couldn't transform into shape for the time being, saw that Sangjiu was crying so hard, they couldn't help but ran over and rubbed the leaves gently on her body, trying to comfort her.

They were still young and couldn't understand many words, but they understood that if it wasn't for Sang Jiu, they would have starved to death long ago.

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Next, there was a scene of a group of vegetative people who were so grateful to the fairy. They were so excited that they almost smashed the ice under their feet. Xiao Zhao was so frightened that he jumped into the arms of the fairy.

It doesn't quite understand what the group of vegetative people are doing, and their eyes are too hot to look at the fairy.no!Faerie is its!So Xiao Zhao jumped onto the fairy's head with a whoosh, declaring his sovereignty loudly.

However, at this moment, no one paid attention to Xiao Zhao who was in a panic, and everyone's eyes were only fixed on the savior.

They use the simplest and most simple words in the world to express their gratitude to the fairies.

Looking at the group of skinny and disabled vegetative people in front of them, prostrate on the ground with the most humble posture in the world, Xianling didn't know what to say for a while.After all, she had never received such gratitude and respect in her life experience.

Looking at the excited and grateful eyes in front of her, Xian Ling's heart was warm, and she was filled with satisfaction that she had never had before.

She lived indifferently for 20 years, facing curses and abuse. She thought she was selfish and indifferent, and could ignore any words from the outside world, but she was not.

At least at this moment, she was grateful from the bottom of her heart, fortunately she saved their lives.

Because the touch was too great, the eloquent fairy, who had always been quite eloquent, didn't know how to face the situation in front of him.

Taking a deep breath, the fairy helped up all the vegetative people who were kneeling on the ground, and said in a gentle voice: "This is just a little effort, you don't have to do this. It's almost night, let's recover your body first!"

This group of vegetative people were very obedient, and immediately followed the fairy's orders strictly. Without saying a word, they turned into plant cuttings and planted them on the corpse of the spirit beast beside them.Even the cubs who couldn't speak were scrambling to stretch their immature roots, trying hard to take root in the frozen corpse.

This recovery method was thought up by the fairy not long ago. Although the picture is a little bloody, there is no soil on the ice field, so it can only be done like this.

And according to Sangzhu, when their tribe was first exiled, they survived like this.

(End of this chapter)