As Dongfang Long went outside, he saw the dragon shadow talking about something not far away. When Dongfang Long walked over, he saw a female lying dead not far away. "What happened to this female?"

"I don't know, he just died suddenly." Upon hearing this, Long Ying shook his head. "He also had a child." A beastman standing not far away did not speak. When he looked at the child, he simply picked him up and threw him away in silence.

The little beastman was the child in the other party's womb, just born... but he had already died. When he heard this, Dongfang Long glanced at it but didn't pay any attention to it.

Instead, they began to intensify their investigation into the affairs of the turtle tribe. When Ah Xi became Dongfang Long's underling, she looked at Dongfang Long... scrutinizing him with her gaze.

As for what the Eastern Dragon was going to do, Ah Xi didn't pay attention to it or care about it. Because the degree of this turtle tribe was lower than Ah Xi's, he didn't think that these people had much goodwill. He was in that hellish place, and he could clearly feel whether they were malicious or kind.

He could clearly sense that those people didn't have much goodwill towards him. Even if they took him in and gave him food, Ah Xi could still feel their hypocrisy deep down.

Ah Xi didn't know what Dongfang Long had done, but he knew that Dongfang Long had no ill intentions, and... he also quite liked Dongfang Long. Dongfang Long was powerful enough, and it wouldn't be bad for him to follow in his footsteps.

In fact, the weak always follow in the footsteps of the strong. Only by keeping up with the strong can they continuously make themselves stronger. Ah Xi spent five years in the arena, entering the arena at the age of ten.

He survived by attaching himself to a more powerful dragon-human race. There was a rule in the arena that the slaves would push people out.

The weak are the easiest to die. If you don't want to die, make yourself strong. Many small races that went to the arena survived and were able to have a place. Some people survive by depending on others.

Dongfang Long was unaware of this matter, but he did not object to Ah Xi following him. As Dongfang Long investigated these things, he became increasingly alarmed by what the Turtle Tribe was about to do.

Under these circumstances, Dongfang Long had a plan to send out a message, at least this time, as he had been in this place for almost two months.

Haitang was probably worried about herself too. Dongfang Long would naturally need some time to send out the message. Fortunately, Long Ying was the boss here. Although Dongfang Long had taken it away and Ah Xi had taken it away, he still had a certain influence.

So they quickly found a way to send messages to Dongfang Long. As for how to send them out, that was up to Dongfang Long himself. Dongfang Long came up with a method and the message was sent out. Pengshan breathed a sigh of relief.

Upon receiving the news, he immediately sent a message to Haitang, "So, in a month, Xiaolong can finish his operation?"

"Yes, that's how Dongfang Long relayed the message. He probably plans to make his move in winter. I don't know why he chose winter." Indeed, Pengshan didn't know why winter was chosen either.

"It's probably because many creatures hibernate in winter." The turtle tribe happens to be one of them, and the snake tribe loves to hibernate, so it's not surprising that the turtle tribe is hibernating now.

Of course, even if they don't hibernate, their combat power will definitely decrease significantly. "Pengshan... thank you. If you can send a message, please tell Xiaolong to be careful and not to do anything reckless, I'll be very worried."

"Hmm." Upon hearing this, Pengshan nodded and left. Haitang sighed as she watched Pengshan leave, and her heart tightened when she thought of Dongfang Long. Dongfang Long must be well.

Winter was fast approaching, with only a month left. Haitang received cotton from the Elephant Tribe, which was made into cotton-padded jackets for the army.

Looking at the military green uniforms, Haitang couldn't help but feel a bit sentimental. If she were to travel back in time, she would feel like she had arrived in the 1980s or 90s. Of course... the only difference is that this is just the countryside.

"Mom..." Dongfang Chen, wearing the ripped sleeve, ran to Haitang's side. "Mom... look, the turtle I caught..." Dongfang Chen said as he looked at Haitang. Haitang looked at him after hearing this.

"Mom, we'll use it to make soup." Hearing this, Haitang nodded. In this tribe, turtles were not well-liked because the things they did were really upsetting.

While Haitang was making turtle soup, Dongfang Meng looked at her and asked, "Mom... Dad seems to have been gone for a long time? When will Dad come back?"

"He'll be back in a few days," Haitang said. Dongfang Meng pouted, displeased. She wasn't a child; she knew perfectly well that her mother was just making excuses for her.

“I think you all treat us kids like idiots, and so does Dad. He said he’d be back soon, but he’s been gone for so long and still hasn’t come back.” She said angrily, “I even made clothes for Dad.”

Upon hearing this, Haitang looked at Dongfang Meng, who then took out a garment. Clothes could be dyed these days, and the garment Dongfang Meng made was red, a vibrant and bright red.

"These are clothes I made for my dad. He won't be able to wear them this winter if he doesn't come back." She felt a little sad. She had finally managed to improve her relationship with her dad, but now he was gone again.

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