As the sun sets, Han Ping leads several hunting team members back to the tribe with the trophy of the two wolf battles.

From far to near, the tribe still looks like in memory, with curling smoke from cooking cooking, like a paradise.

But today it was different. Many people surrounded the ice tree. Han Ping thought to himself, was something wrong? Then he quickly rushed to the tribe.

Under the ice tree, people are surrounded by men, women, and children.

He squeezed out the crowded crowd and finally saw what was happening inside.

A stone bed was placed under the ice tree, and a boy lay on it.

The boy's face was pale and his whole body was concave and convex.

"Han Tiger," Han Ping shouted until he rushed to the stone bed. The Han Tiger on the bed had long lost the vitality of the past, and he felt like he was dying.

Han Ping, choked, Han Hu, his best friend.

In the distance, Kaku stood there blankly, without saying a word, and was hit hard.

The warrior, who was a kid, had only one child, he was Hanhu.

The patriarch didn't know when he came behind Han Ping.

"Child, Hanhu was fighting with the one-horned rhinoceros, at first people just thought he had suffered external injuries. Now it seems that he had injured his internal organs, hey," the patriarch sighed and looked at the silent Han Ping quietly.

"bump,"

Only a loud noise was heard, people only saw the jail next to the stone bed at some point, and they knelt down heavily.

With tears in his eyes, he kept saying words of self-blame.

People forgot that although Kaku was a warrior, he was also a human being, and even a father. Looking at the scene at this moment, people were silent.

A sad feeling enveloped the tribe.

"Class leader, is there nothing I can do?" Han Ping asked hoarsely.

"Hey, we have tried our best. Kaku took Hanhu and went to Luoyang tribe with Hanhu in his arms and asked to meet Lord Luo Wizard, but, hey," the clan leader sighed.

"Then what,"

"How could someone else take wizards care about people from small tribes like us?" The clan leader lowered his head even lower.

As a patriarch and a tribe leader, the blow this incident had on him can be imagined.

Han Ping slowly straightened up and looked at everyone, only seeing people lowering their heads.

He only felt sad from it.

Why can't a small tribe have a wizard?

Why do small tribes have to be looked down upon?

Why, some people are born superior, while others are inferior?

Why?

Why?

Why?

The first time, Han Ping tortured himself in his heart, and before he knew it, he did not realize that his aura had actually changed.

In the past, he was easy-going and plain, just like a clear spring, plain, without a trace of turmoil.

Now it's like injecting something into the clear spring. It's hard to explain what it is, but in short, it's different.

The tribe, to the east, in the simple stone house, an old man quietly looked at everything here,

Although the entire tribe is not big, it is no longer a scope that ordinary people can consider when they see everything clearly.

The old man is Bing Lao, the old man who has been staying in the tribe. At this time, he was rubbing his gray beard and watching the change of Hanping's aura under the ice tree.

He actually smiled and nodded with satisfaction.

Then he looked in another direction, where a woman was holding a jumping child in her hand and walked towards the tribal ice tree.

Old Bing sighed, and Nan Nan muttered to himself: "What should come will always come."

So, I turned around and entered the stone house, leaving only one sentence that is intriguing.

Under the ice tree, everyone was still in sorrow.

"elder brother,"

Suddenly the voice of a childish child broke the atmosphere.

Hearing the familiar voice, Han Ping raised his head and saw Xiao Han'an's bright smile, then hugged the little guy who threw himself into his arms.

Han Ping only felt that the feeling of being cold in his heart faded, and a ray of sunlight shone in his heart. The most beautiful woman in the tribe, Han Ping's mother, the legendary tribe, smiled at Han Ping.

Then he walked towards Han Ping, touched Han Ping's head, turned around, and looked at the boy on the stone bed.

There was a little sadness in my eyes, so I said, "Class leader, I have a way to save Hanhu."

"What?"

Everyone was stunned. She had a way, but that was only a wizard. Could it be that she was a wizard? It was impossible. Then people denied this idea.

A wizard is a symbol of a tribe. Just like a doctor today, healing diseases and saving lives, etc., has a lofty prestige in the tribe.

People know that Luoyang City has only one medium tribe, Luoyang tribe, and the entire Luoyang Mountains, there is only one wizard, Lord Luosha.

Therefore, people do not believe that Yang Xue is a wizard, although she has an extraordinary origin.

Looking at the eyes that everyone was disbelieving, Yang Xue slowly took out a small box from her pocket.

The small box is a square, engraved with patterns of wild animals and exudes a cold air, which is obviously a priceless treasure.

Seeing this box, "No", Kakaku, who was kneeling on the ground, stood up instantly and shouted.

The patriarch also sighed: "Xue'er, why are you doing this?"

Yang Xue ignored them and slowly opened the box under the expectant look of everyone.

Inside, a soft light emitted, and only a round thing that was the size of a nail was seen lying quietly inside.

"Pills are actually elixirs," a well-informed old man in the tribe shouted in panic.

"What, pill", everyone was stunned, pills, that legendary magical thing...

Han Ping was also stunned. Isn’t this the bead that was kicked in his arms by his mother? How could it be a priceless elixir?

But the tribe remembered it,

Twenty years ago, a strong man brought a girl to the tribe. The strong man taught four tribe boys to become warriors and then left.

The girl married one of the warriors, whose name was Han Zhan, and everyone knows what happened next.

In the field, Yang Xue ignored everyone's thoughts and slowly put the pill into Hanhu's mouth under the gaze.

Katao looked at all this silently, slowly knelt down again, and pressed his head down to the ground.

After doing all this, Yang Xue put away the box, took Xiao Han'an's hand, walked to Hanping, and also held his hand. The mother and son walked away slowly under the gaze of everyone. Under the setting sun, the shadow was pulled for a long time...

Under the ice tree, everyone's hearts were mixed, but they were in pain and couldn't get up after kneeling.

The patriarch looked at the sky, and two tears fell across his old cheeks, and sighs came from time to time.

Because they know what this pill represents

This pill contains too much...
Chapter completed!