The whole world is waiting for the host to overturn

Chapter 439 The Beast World Is King (46)

The Golden Dragon clan has become a long-lasting legend, but the Qinglong clan has been passed down for a long time.

Although there are many types of dragons, Jiaolong and Beaulieu are not considered orthodox dragons. All descendants of dragons are proud of the blood of Qinglong.

However, today's Qinglong clan is not as good as before, on the contrary, the Jiaolong clan is becoming more and more prosperous.

Ji Rong silently wrote down the information, and since it was getting late, he took everyone to live in a tribe by the sea.

Some of the sea orcs in this tribe will go back to the sea at night, and a few will stay on the shore.

Ji Rong and the others built a fire to barbecue, and a few Hai people came over and asked curiously: "What are you doing?"

Ji Rong handed over a bunch of roasted meat and said, "Grilled meat, try it?"

"Barbecue?"

The Hai clan member was very surprised and took it half out of novelty and half out of interest.

He imitated the posture of Bao Yuan and the others eating meat, and took a small bite himself.

After eating, I felt that the taste was not bad, so I took a few more bites.

Ji Rong took the opportunity to ask: "Don't you usually eat these things?"

"I don't eat it." The Sea Clan shook his head, "We all eat mussel shells, and some eat algae in the sea. Everyone is not uniform."

Ji Rong asked again: "Then don't you bake it?"

"Sometimes it's roasted, but mostly it's eaten raw."

Ji Rong thought about the seafood he ate in modern times, and about things like oysters, and suddenly felt saliva spreading in his mouth.

Hmm... maybe tomorrow I can bring some seafood back home to satisfy everyone's cravings.

On the next day, after Ji Rong explained his request, the woman said in a big voice: "Our tribe has few other things, but these things are a lot more, this time I will bring you less, next time you need it, you can just take the fur Pottery in exchange."

Ji Rong said with a smile: "Then thank the patriarch."

After taking their things, Ji Rong and the others started to return on the same route.

Because he had encountered several tribes before, this time Ji Rong memorized the direction and bypassed all those tribes.

After going back, two months passed, and the crops in the field just matured.

Looking at the rows of houses smoking in the distance, and looking at the golden field, Ji Rong suddenly felt a sense of joy of returning home.

In the past two months, Ji Lin has traveled long distances and learned how to greet strangers. He has been very calm along the way.

As a result, when he returned home, his joyous temper returned.

"Brother, I saw our house, Yiyi must have guessed that we are coming back, and prepared something delicious for us."

Ji Rong tapped Ji Lin's forehead and said with a smile, "Don't be so busy having fun, go home first."

Everyone approached the tribe with big bags and small bags. As soon as they approached, someone shouted loudly: "Who is where?"

Leopard Yuan raised his head and smiled, "You son of a bitch, doesn't the patriarch know you?"

The person standing guard was a teenage boy. When he saw someone coming, he shouted excitedly: "The patriarch is back, the patriarch is back."

Upon hearing the sound, all the men and women in the tribe ran out in unison.

Seeing Ji Rong and the others carrying a big bag, the women all stepped forward to pick it up.

The jar was full of white salt, Baomei said in surprise: "There is a lot of salt, enough for us to eat for a long time."

Ji Rong said with a smile: "Yes, there is no need to go out in a short time."

Bao Lie also took a look at the salt, and felt that the quality was better than before, and there was more than before, so he asked curiously: "Did the patriarch change to another tribe? We used to bring things there, and we couldn't exchange so much salt!"

(End of this chapter)