Chapter 759 I am the Black Gold Ancient Sword 3

Chapter 759 I am the Black Gold Ancient Sword 3

When Zhang Qilin came out, he felt relieved to see that the black gold ancient sword was still so vibrant.

His eyes passed over the round faces of his tribesmen and he was very satisfied.

I wish he wasn't the only one who could accomplish this.

Perhaps they are the most well-rounded group of people in the Zhang family.

He silently withdrew his gaze and went to the roof in a daze.

Black Gold Ancient Knife saw him coming out and asked him if he had eaten.

Zhang Qilin shook his head.

"Chicken drumstick rice, your heart-setting rice, would you like one?"

"want."

Zhang Qilin's eyes sparkled. This was not an ordinary chicken leg rice. This was a super large portion of chicken leg rice prepared for him by Black Gold Ancient Knife. It contained two chicken legs, braised chicken pieces, potato chicken pieces, seafood, stewed eggs, fruits and vegetables, and seaweed soup.

Sure enough, a huge amount appeared in his hands.

All the wild animals in the back mountain have been caught, so Xiao Zhang is raising black pigs, and he has 20 of them.

Wild boars were also made into bacon.

But he likes to eat fresh ones.

At least everyone in the tribe is living a good life now.

Sometimes a clan leader can reflect the character of the people in the clan.

For example, Zhang Qilin who loves to daydream, and below him is a group of little Zhangs who also love to daydream.

The clan leader and the clan members are brainless, so Zhang Jiuri feels that he needs hair growth liquid, otherwise he will become bald if he keeps thinking about it.

Xiao Zhang, who could be fooled by him, is not a smart person.

But it doesn't matter if he sees that the patriarch is fine. No matter how many times the patriarch dies, he will always be by his side.

After his life went smoothly, Zhang Jiuri began to arrange the marriage of the clan leader.

But after looking around at the men, he just wanted to roll his eyes.

At one point, he wished he was a woman so he could marry the clan leader.

However, when he thought of the Qilin girls in his own family, he felt that it would be better not to marry them. They were very precious but also very cruel, and it would be painful to beat them.

Since there is no one to choose, forget it.

After all, the Zhang family marries wives by relying on love at first sight and deceiving people with their looks.

Forget it, he is a bachelor and he doesn’t understand either. It’s good that the clan leader is like this.

The patriarch's brain is even more underdeveloped than his.

Zhang Qilin: . . . . .

There are many ways to curse someone, and yours is the most vicious.

But even when he was beaten, Zhang Jiuri was smiling. The clan leader touched me.

When they were drinking and talking, although Jiuri was the only one talking nonstop, it also made Jiuri feel at ease.

The patriarch doesn’t hate me, he just likes me.

So when Jiu Ri was touched on the head by the clan leader for the first time, he was smiling in his dreams.

Zhang Qilin actually doesn’t hate Zhang Jiuri, perhaps because his eyes are as sincere as the moon.

And it was wet, as if it had been crying.

It turned out that he was missing his mother.

Zhang Jiuri: . . . . .

How could the clan leader believe what the Black Gold Ancient Sword said?

In fact, some of it is nonsense.

But speaking of mother, Zhang Qilin also misses his mother.

Black Gold Ancient Knife: "Go find it if you want to. There's nothing to do in the clan anyway."

Anyway, Zhang Jiuri just needs to follow him.

The others stayed in the tribe. They were all so plump that it would be too obvious if they went out.

It is more convenient to cross mountains and hills with two people and one knife.

Zhang Jiuri was considered successful. It was the first time he knew that the ancient black gold sword was so useful, but the previous clan leaders did not know this.

If the former clan leader had the ability to summon the ancient black gold sword, there would be no chance of the Zhang family splitting up.

What is the Wang family?

Zhang Ruitong: .

If you have the guts, come down and I will beat you to death. He has no rival in terms of force.

If you don't have the brain, you can use force.

Perhaps because he was going to meet the clan leader's mother, Zhang Jiuri was even more nervous than Zhang Qilin.

If you don’t know, you might think she is his mother.

Maybe Zhang Jiuri's nervousness diluted Zhang Qilin's nervousness.

He asked in his heart: "Mom, will you like me?"

When he was outside, he also knew that not all mothers love their children, and not all fathers like their children.

So is he the expected child?

The black gold ancient sword took off again with a "dong" sound and hit the head.

"Of course your mother likes you. You know, the Zhang family is the kind of people who fall in love at first sight, otherwise you are destined to be alone.

So, Zhang Fulin's face is still okay. Look at yourself and imagine it. Your mother must be a beautiful Gesang flower."

Zhang Jiuri usually never says a word when he hits someone with the black gold ancient sword, unless he can't help it.

Looking at the swollen back of the patriarch's head, he dared not speak and just kept on walking.

Because he didn't want to get swollen himself.

It’s so funny, luckily it’s not the forehead or the birthday boy.

However, his shaking shoulders have exposed it. No, Zhang Qilin has to write it down in his little notebook.

When it was time to go to bed at night, the Black Gold Ancient Sword family contributed a wooden cabin for us. Who would have thought that we could sleep in a wooden cabin deep in the mountains, with a bed and quilt, and even take a shower.

There is no need to keep watch, the ancient black gold sword will come to guard you.

She has slept for a thousand years, and she would become stupid if she slept any more.

If any cuties come over in the evening, we can give Xiao Zhang and his friends some extra food.

So the next day Zhang Jiuri and Zhang Qilin saw a snake with its skin and head removed.

The black gold ancient sword is already cooking.

Steam was bubbling up, the base of the tomato bone soup was steaming, all that was missing was the side dishes.

When Zhang Jiuri came, he put the meat in first, skimmed off the foam, and finally put in the vegetables and noodles.

They had a hearty meal early in the morning, including snake soup.

Zhang Qilin narrowed his eyes, which was his expression when he ate something he liked.

Even Zhang Jiuri never stops talking.

As expected, the Zhang family is the black cat.

They want to be had their way, are a little stubborn, and sometimes have an inexplicable persistence.

But they won't regret it unless they are convinced.

On the road, they are no different from the Maluo, they just like to go whoosh, whoosh, very fast.

However, the journey across China took them several months, after all, people outside needed a letter of introduction to travel, which they did not have.

So the shortest distance between two points is a straight line.

When crossing the Grand Canyon, Zhang Jiuri felt his soul coming out of its sheath. When he was told to hold on to the black gold ancient sword and not let go, he was blown away.

At that moment, the body was flying in front and the soul was chasing behind.

But fortunately, his body's instinct held on tightly. When he finally landed on the ground, he was almost scared to death. If he fell from a height of 100 meters, he would be dead. How could he talk about following the patriarch?

By the time the Black Gold Ancient Sword went to pick up Zhang Qilin, he had already retracted his surprised look and looked calm.

When it really took off, Zhang Qilin felt that this was a new toy, very fun, and he wanted to try it again.

Zhang Jiuri saw the calm expression of the clan leader and retracted his beating heart. He couldn't do that. He felt that sometimes it was okay for him to not be able to do that.

It’s a height of several hundred meters, it’s scary.

However, when he arrived in Tibet, Zhang Jiuri felt at ease.

"Chief, your mother is waiting for you on the mountain."

"Ah."

Zhang Qilin's emotions were in turmoil at this moment. He wondered what his mother was like.

There were two people's footprints in the snow.

The wind and snow avoided them, was it Bai Ma?