Chapter 48 How I Want to Meet You

On the cliff, the fleeing Fire Tribe members gathered in a group. In the front was the third-generation witch whom they respected and were willing to follow.

The flames on her body were becoming more and more vigorous, and the scorching flames forced the people around her to take a few steps back.

"Woo, woo, woo..."

Her youngest son was closest to her, his little face was burned red by the flames, but he was stubborn and refused to leave.

"Woo, woo, woo..."

The third-generation witch spoke, saying that her life was coming to an end, and she wanted to take one more look at the old totem.

This time, she was saying goodbye to everyone.

This farewell would be forever.

The tribesmen rarely had the opportunity to say goodbye. Most of them would die suddenly, either during hunting and picking, or die of old age next to the totem fire overnight.

Their vitality is strong, but it goes out quickly, just like an exploding flame that will go out overnight.

"Woo, woo, woo..."

The youngest son of the third-generation witch cried the most sadly, and the others also had sad faces.

They left the tribe for two years and survived by relying on the strength of the third-generation witch. If the third-generation witch died, they didn't know where their future would be.

"Witch."

The third-generation witch spoke in Chinese, stretched out her right hand, and the hot flame turned into a line and shot towards her youngest son.

"Woo, woo..."

The child wanted to dodge, but was held down by the old man next to him at the critical moment.

This is the witch's inheritance ceremony. Although the witch of the Fire Tribe verbally seized the rights of the third-generation witch, the third-generation witch did not pass on the real inheritance to him.

The line of fire fell on the child's face, burning a fire word on the right side of his forehead.

The third generation witch looked at him with a smile, her eyes full of pride.

She could clearly feel the power in her son, that was the power of a witch. Before he got the title, his power in this aspect was already very strong.

What a rare talent. The third generation witch estimated that she was just more proficient in the application of the power of the fire totem than him. In terms of quantity, she was far inferior.

Such a result made the third generation witch very happy. Only when each generation is stronger than the previous one can the tribe become stronger and develop. This is a good thing.

"Woo woo woo..."

She spoke again, indicating that the power would stay, and then her eyes swept to the side of her children.

Next to the old man who helped her little son, there were three children.

The third generation witch stretched out her hand and shot out three children from her fingers again. There were lines of fire that shot out and landed on the faces of those children.

The scorching power left a flame-shaped tattoo on their faces, and then a thin layer of fire totem power appeared on several children.

It was amazing that she could mass-produce totem warriors.

Without waiting for everyone to finish being amazed, the third-generation witch looked at the scorching red power on her body that was getting weaker and weaker. She did not attack again, but scanned the crowd, and finally her eyes fell on her son and smiled. Her

wrinkled face made her smile look like a chrysanthemum, but anyone who saw her smile could feel the purity.

The third-generation witch's life could be described as unfortunate, but she never lost her pure heart, which was extremely rare.

With a smile, the third generation witch suddenly took a step back, then leaned back and fell straight into the waves.

"Wuwuwu..."

The youngest son of the third generation witch, the real fourth generation witch, cried heartbreakingly, but nothing could be solved. There was only a staff left where the third generation witch was.

The place she chose was the place where the fifth Xuan disappeared. She wanted to enter the sea before she died and take another look at the totem stone. Just one look would satisfy her.

"What are you doing? You idiot, don't you have a brain? This is the deep sea, it's pressing your internal organs to burst, and you still want to dive in? Go to the shore and wait for me, I'm going out now."

The fifth Xuan roared angrily, he mustered his strength and exploded the totem power.

Red and blue flames burst out from his body. With the totem fire burning, he can use the totem power.

"Hmm..."

The big turtle opened his eyes reluctantly and roared angrily, obviously dissatisfied with Diwu Xuan's actions.

However, Diwu Xuan didn't care about these and directly used the flame to burn the shell. If it didn't open its mouth, Diwu Xuan didn't mind roasting the scallops.

"Hmm..."

The little turtle could feel the excitement of Diwu Xuan. This time, he didn't sing a different tune, but just tried to stop Diwu Xuan.

A man and a turtle have been together for two years, and they can already achieve a simple understanding of each other. Diwu Xuan understands what he means.

"You must go. That's my daughter. I just want to see her for the last time. She's dying, dying."

Diwu Xuan roared in the totem, shaking the sand and gravel on his body and scattering them on the seabed. But one of his bodies had already turned into a pearl, so losing some sand and gravel would not kill him.

That's why he dared to risk his life to get out.

If it was a choice between life and death, he could only helplessly watch his daughter die on the way to find him, but if it was just a difference in size, to be honest, he didn't care.

"Hey..." The big

turtle tried to dissuade him, releasing his mental power.

"Oh..."

The little turtle replied for Diwu Xuan, expressing his excitement and wanting to help him.

The big turtle hesitated for a moment, and finally closed his eyes helplessly and stopped talking.

"Thank you, Baxia. I will pay you back what I owe you in the future."

Excited, Diwu Xuan began to demonstrate the ability of future generations to make unlimited promises, not caring at all that he could not give the little turtle anything at the moment.

The little turtle didn't care about these things, and began to push Fifth Xuan upwards with all his strength. That was the direction Fifth Xuan told him.

One meter... two meters...

the little turtle pushed upwards with all his strength, paddling with his four tortoise shells for all his might.

Three meters... three meters... three meters...

Fifth Xuan kept staring upwards, and through the totem fire, he could sense the figure of his daughter falling into the water from afar.

Slowly, he realized something was wrong, the scenery around him didn't seem to have changed, and he lowered his head.

"Damn it, are you kidding me?"

Fifth Xuan was completely stunned. The little turtle looked like he was trying his best, but he couldn't get up at all, and he was struggling at a height of three meters.

"Just let me see you once, just see you once, come on, Ba Xia, explode your little universe."

As he spoke, he actively let go of the sand and gravel on his body, trying to reduce the weight and let the little turtle swim up.

"H..."

The big turtle spoke with a spiritual force, telling Diwu Xuan that it was not the weight of the totem stone that was holding down the little turtle, but the power of Diwu Xuan itself.

"This..."

Diwu Xuan was silent, and looked up. He could only sense the third-generation witch from a distance through the totem fire.

The third-generation witch sank along with the sea water. Slowly, the flame on her body became weaker, and the air in her mouth was about to disappear.

She didn't know that humans needed oxygen, and she just thought that the water was poisonous. She tried her best not to inhale it, holding her breath, and went down.

Slowly, she began to feel dizzy, her eyes went black, and the power in her body shrank and disappeared unconsciously.

The pressure was getting bigger and bigger, and there was darkness in front of her, and there was still a faint light behind her feet.

The darkness was like a big mouth, swallowing her life.

"Woo, woo, woo, woo..."

Before she died, she couldn't help but speak, telling how much she wanted to see the totem stone again.

The third generation witch smiled in the complete darkness before her eyes. She believed that she would float down beside the Fifth Xuan. Since the soul couldn't go home, the body should go home.

"No..."

Deep in the sea, the Fifth Xuan screamed that only the little turtle could hear.