it……

Dead, silent!

Dead, can't rest in peace!

Its eyes could not be closed, and the wooden spear that penetrated deep into the eyebrow was still trembling.

The cheers of the tribe members stopped abruptly.

Seeing Ye Qing killing another crocodile instantly, Taikang was already incoherent:

"My son, Qing, six years old...two dragons...slaughter...slaughter..."

The tribe members were used to following Taikang to cheer. They would shout whatever Taikang shouted. At this time, Taikang was also led by Taikang.

So the cheers turned...

"Qing, the six-year-old two dragons kill!"

"Qing, the six-year-old two dragons kill!"

...

Ye Qing listened to the new cheers of his tribe members, and he felt like the gangsters in martial arts novels.

Six-year-old Two Dragons Slaughter!

Tsk, it’s quite exciting to read.

So, the farm work was not done anymore, and the tribe members carried two crocodiles back to the tribe in a mighty manner.

Ye Qing was forced to "riddle" again and rode on Taikang's neck.

Taikang led the leader, and his tribe members surrounded Ye Qing like a parade, carrying the crocodile, shouting "slogans" while walking.

They shouted Ye Qing's name and Ye Qing's achievements.

Ye Qing's achievements shocked them very much.

They began to worship Ye Qing.

Since the tribe has been passed down, only one person has killed crocodiles alone, and that is the ancestor of their Feng family.

Ye Qing not only killed the crocodile with his own strength, but also killed two.

This surpasses the ancestors.

They did not reduce their admiration because Ye Qing was young.

On the contrary, slaying dragons at the age of six has made their admiration stronger.

Looking at the clan members who were trapped in fanaticism, Ye Qing sighed very much.

A simple person!
Chapter completed!