He took the Huangxue Ginseng to Zhang Yang and asked him to eat it, but before Zhang Yang could make any move, he fell asleep heavily.

Zhang Yang didn't go to eat. He looked at a big pit that was deeply trapped in his brother's chest. Several white bones broke through the skin and pushed out on his blood-red chest. This feeling should be very painful.

The eyes seemed to be choked, and something called tears flowed down unconsciously. Zhang Yang raised his head at this moment, burst into tears like a child, and his mind fainted under the heavy blow...

Since then, he can repair the wasteland, and his brother has recovered. The two brothers have grown very quickly, and they quickly developed the tribe into a large tribe.

They were always very happy, laughing, laughing, and they often got drunk together in private. After waking up, they scolded each other and smelled of alcohol. It was really smelly.

"Brother, you're very smelly! You've drunk so much wine!"

"Brother, you are not much better than me."

"Where is it? Or are you more smelly!"

The two laughed and were having fun.

But just one day, this joyful atmosphere was broken by another large tribe. They had a conflict of interests with Zhang Yang and others. Huang Shen and Zhang Yang did not give in. As a result, a war broke out between the two tribes.

The strength of the two tribes is almost the same, so both sides suffered heavy casualties. The Huang Shen and the leader of the tribe both felt that it was no longer necessary to continue fighting, so they decided to make peace.

But Zhang Yang was young and energetic at this time. He felt that he had to fight and received the support of many people in the tribe. So they sneaked into the tribe, killed many strong enemies, and returned victoriously.

Who knew that when I came back, I was not greeted by the cheers in the whole house, but by my brother's harsh scolding.

"What are you doing? Why do you have to sneak attacks while making peace!"

"No reason, they hit me, I have to kill them! And I have received support from my tribe!"

Huang Shen threw his cup so angry that he pointed outside and cursed: "The tribesmen support you? Which tribesmen support you? They are those young people with hot minds! They haven't grown up, are you so childish?!"

Zhang Yang was aggrieved and stubborn: "I won! I killed many enemies!"

"You win all the money! Do you know that that tribe will fight us to the death for the end?!"

"If you fight to the death, you fight to the death. What are we afraid of them doing!"

"You...you...you...you're so angry!"

Huang Shen fell to the chair in anger, but he couldn't bear to hit his beloved brother.

A few days later, the tribe sent an envoy to invite the two of them to make peace, saying that they would no longer argue in terms of interests.

The two of them went, and Zhang Yang said happily on the way to the trip: "Brother, look, because I was afraid of hitting them last time, so they don't dare to argue with us now."

After arriving at that tribe, the tribe's clan master, the clan leader and the clan leader all refused to give in and kept them for a few days, but they could never see anyone. The god of Huang felt something was wrong and asked Zhang Yang to rush back with him.

When the two of them actually returned to the tribe, they were stunned.

What they saw were dilapidated fences, burned houses, corpses all over the ground, dyed red earth, and a few lines of large words left with extremely rich blood.

"You still alive tribe members are in my tribe. If you want them to survive, you can exchange your beast brother."

Zhang Yang was stupid and scared. He knew the seriousness of his affairs and knew how outrageous he was wrong.

"Brother, I'll go, one person does things and one person does it. I'm not afraid!"

The God of Waste looked at him calmly, showing a bitter smile. Although the smile was bitter, it still showed deep indulgence.

"It's okay, I'm here with my brother."

"no……"

"Stop talking, who told me to be your brother?"

Who said I was your brother? Who said I was your brother?

A simple sentence made Zhang Yang cry again.

The God of Wild knocked Zhang Yang out, and after the placement was settled, he turned around and walked towards the tribe.

The remaining tribe members came back and found Zhang Yang. They didn't know what Huang Shen was doing, and they were still patting their chests and talking about luck angrily.

They didn't know, but Zhang Yang knew, but the more he knew, the more painful it was. He wanted to save his brother, but he knew even more deeply how the remaining tribe members would survive if he never returned this time?

He stayed, became a new clan, leading the tribe toward greater prosperity.

After countless years, his tribe unified the entire world and broke through the gate of that tribe, but he did not find his brother. They said that he had escaped and turned into a useless man.

Zhang Yang was heartbroken and cried, mobilizing the whole world to search. Finally, he found his brother, but at this time he was already an old beggar full of dirt and hair disheveled. However, Zhang Yang didn't care about the clean clothes on his body, and rushed up and hugged his brother tightly.

"elder brother……"

There are no thousand words, no ten thousand words, only a trembling voice with endless sadness, "Brother..."                                                                                                                  
Chapter completed!