Cheng Zhijie looked at Xiao Jinglan and quietly moved his case a little further.

"Old Cheng, do you have anything else to say?"

Yun Jiu is worthy of being a secret guard, and he found something was wrong with just one small move.

"How could it be...haha...you see, the banquet has begun!"

He stretched out his hand and brought Yun Jiu's attention over. He saw that Huijiu, who was sitting in the clan leader, stood up at this time, picked up the wine bowl in front of him, sprinkled the sky, the ground, and lit the forehead. He whispered a wild word, and then raised the wine and poured it all into the largest bonfire in front of him.

The bonfire rang out for a long time, and with the flames, dozens of barbarians shouted and rushed into the field.

These barbarians don’t have much clothes on them, with various patterns on their four legs and torsoes. They start dancing unrestrainedly with the cowhide drums as rapid as raindrops on one side.

Their movements are not graceful, but they have a unique wild taste.

Feng Wuyou only watched such similar dances on TV in his previous life. This was the first time he saw them with his own eyes, and he watched them with relish.

After dancing one wave, another wave comes. Although the styles are similar, the content expressed can still be seen as completely different.
Chapter completed!