Yunye's farce casts a shadow over Shiobe.

Ah Wei was punished and no longer qualified to guard the tribe's materials. After returning to the tribe, he will dig for food with all ordinary people, otherwise he will starve.

Baoshu lost face and stature, and even suspected that Ah Wei was here specifically to pit him. He hated him so much that he never wanted to meet him again.

But Mingshan knew that no matter how he punished Awei, Yunye would never come back.

In the evening, the tribes packed up one after another and set out on the return journey. Before leaving, Mingshan stood in the snowmelt valley, unable to move for a long time.

Lanjiao passed away, Yunye left, Mingshan recalled his past, but no one could share his joys, sorrows and joys.

Did he do something wrong?

"Abba, I'm leaving." Bao Xing turned around and called someone: "What are you waiting for? Yunye has gone to the Xingyue tribe, that's good for him. You won't do things for you to ask someone to help you, even after him. Don't you care about your happiness?"

Mingshan choked, stubbornly said: "Really not, you go first, I will follow in a while."

Bao Xing hesitated for a moment: "Alright then."

The wind blew through the valley, bringing a hint of coolness.

In half a month, it will be winter, and the Snow Melting Valley will be covered with snow, freezing all life and waiting for the coming year.

The humans left one after another, and Mingshan finally waited for someone to come before he ran out of patience.

Rong Yue greeted him with a smile: "I thought you left early."

"In order to wait for you." Mingshan's face was not good: "What exactly did you do?"

Rong Yue did not answer this question.

"Do you know how many crises there are in this world? Land subsidence, floods, snow disasters, and man-made disasters. Each of them is enough to destroy a tribe. Besides, there are many bigger tribes and stronger people. "

"Since you have chosen to be a leader, don't think about Yunye anymore. You have failed him, and not everyone has a chance to come back."

"Cherish what you have."

After Rong Yue finished speaking, Chao Ming Shan smiled and left in the direction he was going.

Mingshan shouted to his back: "Who are you!"

He only saw a back and did not respond.

He couldn't help shouting again: "Where is Yunye! Where is Yunye!"

There was only his own echo in the air.

...

As the night fell, the Xingyue Tribe found a suitable place to camp.

During the two and a half days of the market, everyone worked hard, had fun, and was really tired. Most of the people who are not on duty have entered a state of rest, and the entire camp is very quiet.

Rong Yue opened a tent and bowed in: "Have those people settled down?"

Ah Jiu said: "Yes, in the third tent, Lord Tianyang is also there."

Rong Yue said that she knew, and went to the place pointed by A Jiu.

He wasted some time when he left, and hadn't seen the group of people they rescued. Account No. 3 is very spacious. As soon as Rong Yue entered, he saw Tian Yang sitting silently by the side.

"Tianyang," he greeted, looking at the eight people who had all fallen asleep: "Is this all?"

"Yeah." Tian Yang said, "When I found them in the woods, they were all in a coma, maybe they had inhaled smoke. The one with short hair was seriously injured."

The clothes of these eight people were torn. If you look closely, you will find that they are the beeswax sellers who were driven away by Ah Wei and Baoshu during the day.

Rong Yue read a sacred prayer, the group covered.

The golden light flowed, and in the blink of an eye, the injuries on these people were all healed.

The sacred prayer has the effect of expelling the negative state. After a while, except for the severely injured short-haired youth, everyone else immediately woke up.

"God, where are we?"

"My injuries are all healed! Oh my God, the Hornets' leg is healed too!"

"...God! It's a god!"

They thumped and knelt on the ground. When the short-haired young man woke up in a daze, he was pulled by the person beside him and slapped his head.

The short-haired youth was stunned: "...?"

Rong Yue let them get excited for a while, until the short-haired young man realized that his wounds were gone, and shouted in shock, "I will dedicate my life to God!"

Rong Yue: "..."

It only took him a few seconds to heal the wound, but it was a waste of his strength to scoop this group of people from the ground.

Rong Yue explained in a flickering manner, the short-haired youth finally became normal, and introduced: "We are from the Bee Horde tribe, my name is Wasp. Thank you very much..."

The wasps came from the bee colony tribe, about fifteen days away from the Snowmelting Valley, and formed an obtuse angle with the Xingyue tribe.

Their tribe was even smaller than the Xingyue tribe at the beginning, counting the old and the weak, the total number was in the early 100s. don't know what kind of mold has fallen, and have suffered frequent disasters.

First, the ground sank, more than a dozen people died, and all the salt that had been saved fell into the cracks in the ground, making life difficult for a time. After a heavy rain, the terrain of their tribe was very low, and most of them were flooded.

The bee colony eats less meat on weekdays and mainly collects it. Two months after the salt cut, some people died of weakness.

However, the bad luck seems to have no end. In order to survive, they have to use up all their strength to come to the Snow Melting Valley for salt.

Who knew that a large-scale wolf pack was encountered on the road, twenty people, most of them died, and eight people remained.

And these eight people haven't switched to salt yet.

It's too awful. After hearing this, Rong Yue was touched by the gratitude and admiration on the faces of these people in rags.

For the first time, he did not rush to deny the so-called "miracles", but only comforted them: "Although I can heal your injuries, you have to rest and adjust for the lack of sleep you are lacking. We will discuss the specific matters tomorrow."

The short-haired young wasp said gratefully: "Thank you, really thank you..."

After leaving the tent, Rong Yue discussed with Tian Yang: "Let them move in collectively, do you think they would be willing?"