Traveling through the world of beasts, the Ice-cold Snake Husband is both enchanting and wild

Chapter 237 Return to the Tribe

The fourth little boy quietly crawled to his mother's side, put his arms around her neck, and carefully licked Mu Qingqing's tears with his tongue.

Hiss~

Mom, don't cry, I'm here~

The fourth brother's comfort did not make Mu Qingqing feel better, but made her feel even worse.

There are so many little ones at home. How would she survive if something unexpected happened to them?

Wild thoughts would not solve the problem. While Mu Qingqing was still immersed in panic, the giant eagle had already landed in the forest.

Mu Qingqing got off the giant eagle's back and looked at the forest blankly. She murmured, "Why did we stop here..."

Before she could finish her words, she saw a pile of corpses not far away.

She shuddered all over, her red eyes didn't even blink, and she walked over blankly.

The closer he got to the corpse, the more a pungent burnt smell invaded Mu Qingqing's nostrils.

She stood in front of the dark pile of rocks.

She seemed to see a familiar face.

She took a step back, shook her head frantically, then pounced forward and grabbed it.

Xiong Ji, Ah Xi, Lu Lan, Yang Sheng...

More and more familiar faces appeared in front of Mu Qingqing.

Mu Qingqing's chest heaved violently, and she tilted her neck back like a dying swan with its throat strangled.

She was breathing heavily, her eyes were red and bloodshot, as if her eyeballs were bulging out.

She clenched her arms tightly, her long nails digging into her palms tightly, and blood dripped onto the ground.

"what!"

Mu Qingqing opened her mouth and roared loudly, the veins on her neck stood out and her pulse expanded.

"Ah, why is this happening?" Mu Qingqing knelt on the ground, covering her cheeks with her hands, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

Those who died in front of her were all her people.

Why did the tribesmen she had poured all her efforts into and developed feelings for all of them die here?

Mu Qingqing screamed and cried bitterly. If all the tribe members were like this, she couldn't imagine what her little ones would be like.

Then she suddenly stood up and continued to rummage through the pile of corpses of her tribesmen.

Mo Yao and Mo Ye seemed to know what she was looking for and started searching too.

Every time they saw a little kid crawling on the ground, they didn't even dare to reach out to check his face.

After sorting through this pile, there is another pile.

Only after all the corpses were cleared away did Mu Qingqing sit on the ground in a daze.

Her hair was disheveled, her face was covered in blood and black dust, her long nails were broken, and her hands were covered in scars.

"Qingqing?"

Mo Xiao climbed up from not far away. He knew where he was with just one glance.

Seeing Mu Qingqing's embarrassed and desperate eyes, he walked over with difficulty with his lips pale.

As he glanced at the corpses of his tribesmen, a hint of emotion flashed in his eyes.

Mo Xiao can no longer be as cold-blooded as before, his heart is now warm.

"What happened?" His hoarse voice revealed a hint of unhealed fatigue.

Mu Qingqing stared at the corpses of her tribesmen numbly, "Mo Xiao, I had a horrible dream. I dreamed that Yu'er and the others were standing in the flames and asking me for help, and then the giant eagle came over..."

Mu Qingqing looked up at Mo Xiao with tears in her eyes.

"Then I discovered that the vulture's feathers had traces of being burned by fire, many, many..."

She burst into tears.

"Is everything that happened in the dream real?"

Mo Xiao moved his lips twice, but no sound came out.

He gently held Mu Qingqing in his arms and rested his chin on the top of her head.

"No, Qingqing, they are our little ones, they will definitely not be so easily..."

I can't say the word death no matter what.

"Besides, there is Lang Yi in the tribe. He will definitely protect the cubs. Can you trust him?"

Mu Qingqing placed her last hope on Lang Yi.

Several people walked out of the forest.

In the dark night, although there was no light, with the dim moonlight, several people could clearly see the Fuxi tribe opposite.

Even if thousands of beasts had once descended from the mountain and trampled the tribe like a garbage dump, it was still not as great as the ruins before them.

Everywhere you look, there are traces of the fire.

Mu Qingqing had a blank look on her face.

The first time I built a house in Yihe, I finally tore it down with my own hands.

The second time he built a house in Fuxi, it ended up being destroyed again.

Mu Qingqing was no longer clear about the meaning of her journey through time.

She exhaled softly, her expression calm.

"Ah Xiao, we will find the cub, right?"

"Ah."

"Ah Xiao, we have to avenge our people."

"Ah."

"Ah Xiao, I'm so sad." She said with a faint cry in her voice.

"I know."

I originally thought that Fuxi had been burned and that no one should live inside.

However, when they were about to leave, they suddenly heard a hoarse scream coming from the tribe.

This sound...

Mu Qingqing turned around abruptly, a hint of panic in her eyes.

"A Ling, this is A Ling's voice, Mo Xiao, there are still people in the tribe!"

Mu Qingqing ran towards the Fuxi tribe anxiously and frantically.

After entering the tribe, Mu Qingqing discovered that there were still orcs wandering around.

Seeing Mu Qingqing, the orc was also stunned.

"You are……"

Mu Qingqing approached the orc with a distorted face.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

The orc looked at her strangely, then glanced at the several orcs behind her.

"We are the stone veins..."

Before the orc could finish his words, Mu Qingqing had already taken out a knife and cut his throat.

The sound of the orc falling to the ground attracted the attention of the orcs in the house.

They all ran out with the tools of the Fuxi tribe.

But before they could start to act, Mu Qingqing had already gone mad with rage and started to cut them to pieces with her long knife.

The dark ground was stained red with large patches of blood.

Mu Qingqing killed all the orcs and walked towards the house.

However, as soon as she entered, the long knife in her hand fell to the ground with a bang.

A Ling was lying weakly on the bed with a pale face, and there was a bloody thing beside the bed.

His lower body was also covered in blood.

It’s hard not to have wild thoughts when looking at this kind of picture.

Could it be that the Stone Vein Orcs are...

A Ling still had her last breath left, and in a trance, she saw Mu Qingqing's figure.

"Ah Ching..."

Mo Xiao pulled Mu Qingqing, who was already dazed and immersed in hatred, over.

"You are finally back?" A Ling said vaguely.

Mu Qingqing forced herself to cry, "They took you, took you..."

Ah Ling smiled and shook her head, "No."

"What happened in the tribe?" Mo Xiao asked solemnly.

A Ling recalled and her eyes dimmed.

"After you left, Shimai attacked the tribe. We were unable to resist. Langyi and the others took me away, but I saw Ah Sheng."

Speaking of Bao Sheng, A Ling's eyes brightened up and she looked more energetic.

"Then I came back to find Ah Sheng while Lang Yi wasn't paying attention..."

"He thought I was still in Fuxi and wanted to save me, so he fought against the Stone Vein Orcs."

"Ah Qing, Ah Sheng is dead, dead."

A Ling's voice was unusually calm.

Mu Qingqing's eyes suddenly fell on the corpse of a cheetah not far away.

"I couldn't bear to see his body trampled, but I didn't expect that I would give birth suddenly at this time. I lost a lot of blood. The orcs from the Stone Vein found me. They could see that I couldn't survive, so they planned to keep my cub to raise..."

A Ling smiled, but there was no smile in her eyes.

"Then I plan to strangle the cub to death as soon as it is born. I won't let it fall into the hands of the enemy." "It's a good thing, Aqing, it's a good thing you are here."

Mu Qingqing took a quick breath and picked up the bloody thing beside the bed. It turned out to be A Ling's cub.

He moaned softly and seemed to be still alive. Mu Qingqing couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Ah Qing, now that you are here, I feel relieved."

"Yu'er and the others were taken away by Lang Yi. Don't worry, they are all alive, but I don't know where they are. It seems they went towards the coast. Some of the tribe members got separated, and the rest are dead."

A Ling's voice became smaller and smaller, but there was a smile on her lips.

"Ah Qing, Ah Sheng is dead. I don't want to live anymore. It's too tiring..."

The breathing sound became lighter and lighter, until finally, there was no sound at all.

Mu Qingqing was trembling as she held the little boy in her arms.

She had cried too many times today and her tears had run dry.

Her red eyes were burning alarmingly, as if a single tear could burn her mind.

"A Ling, how could you be so stupid?"

"A Ling, is it worth it? Is Bao Sheng worth it for you to do this?"

Mu Qingqing knew that A Ling's body would not last more than a few years. During the time she was wandering outside, she did not get enough nutrition and was insulted from time to time by the insane Bao Sheng.

Mu Qingqing deliberately ignored this fact. She always thought that since she came from another world, there must be a way to repair A Ling's damaged body.

But I didn't expect that A Ling would leave in this way.

She could still vividly remember how A Ling met her two years ago, carrying a basket.

She was a notorious female at the time, the daughter of a popular witch in the tribe.

She smiled brightly, and there was no trace of contempt in her eyes when she looked at her, and no trace of disgust when she looked at Mo Yan.

Then they became friends.

She was so beautiful, but she died in this dilapidated house full of burning smell.

Who is responsible for all this?

The hot tears burned Mu Qingqing's face.

The cheetah's whimpering became louder and louder.

Mu Qingqing wiped away her tears and took out the bottle from the space to make milk. Mo Yao and Mo Ye silently buried the bodies of A Ling and Bao Sheng in the pile of earth in the forest.

A Ling's final smile was one of relief.

Looking back on her life, she had nothing to regret. Her insane lover came to save her at the last moment, her friends were worried about her, and she felt relieved to leave the little cub to her.

In a lifetime, one lover and one good friend are enough.

Naturally, there are more than three or five stone-vein orcs living in Fuxi.

After burying the bodies, Mo Yao and Mo Ye came back and told Mo Xiao that they saw a large group of orcs holding torches walking towards them.

Mu Qingqing, who was feeding the little cheetah, heard it and looked up coldly.

"Just in time."

Mo Ye frowned, "There are a lot of them."

Mo Yao had been in Wanshou City for some time, and added: "More than a thousand people."

Even Mo Xiao hesitated at the sight of such a huge number.

Mu Qingqing put down the little cheetah and took the gun from the space.

"I have weapons. No matter how many people there are, I won't..."

Before she could finish her words, she was stunned looking at the guns in her hands.

Mo Xiao asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

Mu Qingqing took out a gun from the space again, but five guns were already the limit.

She looked at the machine guns, shotguns, and other things in the space, and took out all of them.

The word "contribution" appeared in front of her again.

The tribe was destroyed, no one was building it up, and the progress bar for her contribution was zero.

Mu Qingqing looked at the guns in front of her and suddenly laughed out loud, looking quite crazy.

Mo Xiao's heart ached when he saw her like this.

He held Mu Qingqing tightly in his arms.

"Ah Qing, we can take revenge tomorrow. We are not in a hurry. You are still pregnant..."

Mu Qingqing was shaking with laughter in Mo Xiao's arms.

"Hahaha, Mo Xiao, no hurry? We are not in a hurry? Are you scared?"

After saying that, she pushed Mo Xiao away fiercely, and Mo Xiao hit the wall with a dull thud.

"Mo Xiao, I am anxious even if you are not. I am so angry now, do you know that?"

Mu Qingqing's voice was choked with sobs, but she had a smile on her face.

"I don't know if I did something wrong and God is punishing me like this. The tribe I worked so hard to build was trampled by wild beasts. It doesn't matter. I will rebuild it again."

"The dark beasts invaded, and the tribe finally survived those difficult days and saw the light of day again. Why, why did they still die in the end?"

"Mo Xiao, I can't understand."

Mu Qingqing cried, "I came from another world, why don't I have the ability? I can't save them? Why did A Ling die?"

"Tell me, why?"

"How many times must I endure this pain?"

"I hate it so much, Mo Xiao."

Mu Qingqing rushed out with a gun, and Mo Yao and Mo Ye hurriedly chased after her to stop her.

Mo Xiao covered his chest with his hands, his heart ached so much that he could hardly straighten his back.

He stared blankly at Mu Qingqing's leaving back.

Mo Xiao is warlike and not afraid of death, but ever since he met Mu Qingqing, he began to have some concerns.

Qingqing, I will definitely take revenge, don't worry.

In the end, Mu Qingqing was knocked unconscious and taken away by Mo Yao and Mo Ye.

With only five guns, it is impossible to kill thousands of people. Even with Mo Yao and Mo Ye, the gap is huge.

If Mo Xiao was not injured, he could still give it a try, but he was seriously injured.

Everything seemed so helpless.

When Mu Qingqing woke up, she found that the sky above her head was so blue.

It’s so bright that it’s blinding.

She had cried too many times in the past two days, and it hurt a lot around her eye sockets when touched.

She huddled up on the giant eagle's back, hugging her knees, in a daze, not saying a word.

Mo Xiao talked to her and she responded, but her mind was absent-minded.

The whimpering of the little cheetah finally brought Mu Qingqing back to her senses. She fed the little cheetah milk. The fourth little one curiously wrapped his arms around Mu Qingqing's neck and poked his head out to look.

"Hiss?"

Mother, what is that? It smells so good.

Mu Qingqing looked at the eager eyes of Little Fourth and suddenly remembered that she had not fed Little Fourth anything to drink for such a long time.

So she immediately made another cup of milk powder. Little Lao Si's mouth was too small, so he could only lick the food by spitting out his tongue.

When he tasted the first sip of milk, his eyes lit up and the whole snake coiled around the bottle, refusing to let go, looking cute and adorable.

Mu Qingqing finally smiled for the first time in a long time.

Mo Xiao on the side finally couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.