Chapter 089 Chapter 89

The Feather Clan’s painting style was even more... unrestrained than he had imagined.

Seeing Mo Xuanji being surrounded by enemies, unable to move forward. Yan cleared his throat and showed a "peaceful" expression: "Why are you all so idle? Have you finished your work? Have you trained your muscles? Have you increased your strength?"

As soon as these words came out, the strong men who were grinning with their teeth bared shut their mouths one after another, fearing that they would become the next target. A guy who had no idea about the atmosphere nodded stupidly and laughed: "How did you know that, sir?"

"Dashachun, just shut up!" his companion beside him shouted in a whisper, almost grabbing his collar.

Yan sneered: "Very good, you guys should pack up and go to the north to dig potatoes since you have nothing to do."

As soon as these words came out, all the birds were shocked and rushed over to hug Yan's thighs, crying one after another: "My lord! Think twice!"

"No, sir!"

“We just want to spend time with the little cub, why should we be punished like this?” A sturdy brother took out his little white flowered handkerchief from his pocket, squatted on the ground and cried, which can be said to be “I feel sorry for him”.

Those who knew thought they were going to dig potatoes, while those who didn't thought they were going to the execution ground.

"Sir, we have been eating potatoes for three months straight. We can't dig any more! My brothers and sisters have already started eating and pulling potatoes!"

"Wuwuwu, yes sir, we are almost turning into potato birds."

"I can't exercise while digging potatoes. This is simply the most painful thing in a bird's life. No, I don't accept it--" A dramatic person has already started playing "Yi Jian Mei" for himself.

"If you keep blocking me here, I will really send you away." Yan said coldly.

Thus, Mo Xuanji had the opportunity to see what the "Feather Clan speed" was. He closed his eyes and blinked, and the strong men who had just blocked the road disappeared one by one.

On the empty stone road, a ball of grass rolled by in the breeze. The poor gatekeeper bird was still standing alone at its post, its legs trembling.

“…”

The system let out a tired sigh.

In order to make Mo Xuanji familiar with his homeland, Yan took him on a long tour around the Feather Clan's territory.

In fact, the overall appearance of the Feather Tribe is still very high, but they seem to be keen on fitness and muscles. After going through this circle, Mo Xuanji's shock gradually turned into numbness. It is no exaggeration to say that flapping wings is the most basic operation he has ever seen.

Is this really not a mistake to enter some fitness base?

"So, are our Feather Tribe very different from what you imagined?"

"A bit big. I didn't expect that everyone likes a stronger body." Although the reality is that they are ridiculously strong. Mo Xuanji struggled for a long time, and finally chose a more euphemistic word.

The contrast is too great. Everyone's body looks well-proportioned and elegant, with only a few having rounder bodies. But who could have imagined that one day the elegant and beautiful white swan would turn into the boxing champion Meow Sen and lift a steel bar in front of you?

Yan understood his implication and his tone was a little strange, as if he was trying to hold back a laugh: "Well, actually, it wasn't like this at the beginning. At first, our general aesthetic was still that kind of slim type, but then the times changed and the original aesthetic was no longer applicable."

After the war ended, the Phoenix was forced to stay in seclusion, and the remaining members of the Feather Clan were all old, weak, and sick. If anyone had any bad intentions towards the Feather Clan at this time, they would all be in trouble.

In desperation, in order to shock those younger people with their momentum, the people of the Feather Tribe had to start training their muscles crazily. But later, somehow, it became a trend. Even though there is no need for pretense now, this enthusiasm for fitness has not dissipated, and it has even intensified. The trend has become so distorted that Yan felt sorry for the trust of the tribe leader.

"No matter what, as long as the people in the tribe are happy and healthy, that's enough." At this moment, Yan was like a male mother who was worried about the mental health of her children, except that he needed to worry about not one or two people, but a group of people.

"You are right."

Yan took him to a tree house, and the wooden sliding door opened automatically, perfectly showing the exquisitely decorated space behind the door. It was obvious that the person who prepared it had put a lot of thought into it, and the whole house was filled with a warm atmosphere.

"This is the residence that the guys specially prepared for you. See if you like it, baby. If not, I'll take you to see other places."

How many of these are prepared?

Shocked, Mo Xuanji quickly said, "No, I like this one very much, thank you."

Yan smiled comfortably: "As long as you like it, kid. Go in and take a look. If you need anything, tell me later. By the way, do you know how to use our Feather Tribe's [Channel]?"

Mo Xuanji shook his head hesitantly: "Is it some mobile phone software?"

"No, we don't use that. Channels are similar to the voice transmission that humans use, except that ours is for group messaging."

Different tribes have their own internal channels*, and the demon tribe kept this secret tacitly, and usually would not take the initiative to mention it to other tribes, so Mo Xuanji did not know about this function until now.

Yan taught Mo Xuanji how to connect his consciousness, and then demonstrated how to speak - he gathered his demonic power in his throat, and then howled to the sky. The next second, Mo Xuanji's ears were filled with a series of "Here you are, boss?", "Boss, what's up?", "Boss, are we still eating potatoes for dinner?" and so on.

"First, do I have to shout it out?" This function doesn't seem to be particularly necessary for people with social anxiety... and there's also an inexplicable sense of being in the jungle.

System: Wake up, there are no vines to hang on here.

"Sorry, I'm used to shouting." Yan coughed to ease the embarrassment: "Just speak normally."

"That's good."

…

At the welcoming banquet that night, Mo Xuanji sat in an extremely eye-catching position under Yan's arrangement. He drank water sip by sip with a blank expression. Other tribesmen thought he was cold and didn't like to talk, but only the system knew how crazy he was at that moment.

If there is a saying like "little cotton-padded jacket" in the world of Tongzi, then the system is leaky at this moment. It even urged Mo Xuanji: "Don't be afraid, Jizi, show the spirit of a phoenix cub! Go!"

"Just shut up." It would be better if he didn't say anything. Thinking about this made Mo Xuanji even more worried. It wasn't even certain whether he had a relationship with Feng Huang. If he admitted it and found out later, wouldn't it be extremely embarrassing?

Just think about it, it’s like you can dig out an entire Penglai Academy.

However, fate seemed to favor him. After three rounds of drinking, Yan stood up with a glass of malt juice and toasted all the monsters one by one. The other monsters also stood up quickly to return the greeting.

"Let me introduce this child to you. I believe everyone knows that this child is a cub of our Feather Clan who was stranded outside." As Yan moved, the eyes of all the monsters present were focused on Mo Xuanji.

At this moment, Mo Xuanji's hand holding the water cup was shaking slightly, but he could only pretend to be calm and responded to each of the gazes with a polite smile.

Seeing Yan's kind smile, Mo Xuanji's heart was immediately alarmed. Sure enough, the other party's next sentence made Mo Xuanji's eyes go dark on the spot: "In fact, this child has another identity, that is - the young patriarch of our Yu tribe."

At this time, the tribesmen did not realize the seriousness of the matter and began to ridicule their acting chief.

"Hey, sir, when did you get married? Why didn't you send invitations to your brothers and sisters for such a big event?"

"Oh, I was saying this child looks friendly. His temperament shows that he is the eldest son's biological child."

One of the guys suddenly discovered the blind spot: "That's not right, Boss. The child is yours, so why did you beat us in the first place?"

"Yeah, when we first got the news about the little guy, you hung us up and beat us up. Oh, I get it, you have a black heart."

Yan took a deep breath, his expression solemn: "No, this child belongs to Lady Phoenix."

Mo Xuanji finally couldn't help but choke out a mouthful of water. At this moment, the villain in his heart was already screaming like a woodchuck.

Other tribesmen: "Oh, it's Lady Phoenix... Wait, who? Whose???"

"From Lord Phoenix." Looking at the shocked expressions of the tribesmen, who seemed to be out of the world, Yan repeated it again.

The demons looked at Mo Xuanji with eyes gradually filled with tears.

One of them choked up and said, "Master Phoenix, child?"

The other one started counting on his fingers, getting more and more excited as he spoke: "How old is the cub this year? Nineteen, nineteen years after hatching? The eggs of our Feather Tribe can only remain active for a hundred years at most. After the vitality is exhausted, they will become dead eggs... So, isn't that something that happened in the last hundred years or so?"

"Our leader is still alive! He even has a cub!" As soon as this conclusion came out, all the Feather Tribe's eyes lit up amazingly. Some of them had already started hugging their companions and crying loudly.

Although the Feather Tribe demons never mentioned it on their own initiative, and appeared to be carefree and cheerful on the surface, the safety of the Phoenix was always a huge rock hanging in their hearts. Fortunately, after a long wait and search, this rock was finally half settled.

With the power of the phoenix, if he doesn't want to, no demon can force him, so he must be in love to have a cub, and since he is in the mood to fall in love, it means he is in good condition. Therefore, their patriarch must be living well in a place they don't know, and he must have his own considerations for not showing up.

Knowing that the clan leader was fine, everyone's smiles became even brighter. The gossipy spirit that had been suppressed for a long time ignited, and everyone began to ask who Mo Xuanji's mother was.

"After so many years of nagging, we adults finally understand. Look at this child. He looks just like him."

"Actually, it's not..." Mo Xuanji's pale and weak excuses were mixed in with the gossip, but at this moment no one cared what he said.

"Damn it, who on earth is so powerful that he can make a thousand-year-old iron tree bloom."

A demon who looked like an elder wiped the tears from his eyes with relief: "Without the obstruction of the Dragon Lord, our clan leader can finally develop a beautiful love. Congratulations, congratulations. Quick, secretary! Make sure to record this in the history books!"

"Wait, that's not the case!" Mo Xuanji was shocked.

"Sir, who is the child's mother? We are all curious. If you don't tell us, we really won't be able to sleep."

"Hahahaha, sir, why do you have that expression on your face? Can the child's mother be Lord Longzun?"

"..." Beautiful, right on the mark. Yan closed his eyes: "Yes, it's that stupid dragon."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the demons fell silent. They became as quiet as chickens and tried to digest this huge amount of information.

Mo Xuanji held his forehead and sighed in his heart.

I'm sorry, I really tried hard...

The system erupted in earth-shaking laughter.

"I'm so touched. Lord Longzun's infatuation has really been responded to. After so many years, it has finally come to fruition. I knew it...ahhhh Lord, don't hit me, I was wrong!"

"You know what, this child's temperament is exactly the same as our clan leader's."

Everyone knew that besides those enemies, the person Lord Yan hated the most in his life was the Dragon Lord. Although they had not yet reached the level of enemies, as long as the tribe members mentioned those two words in front of him, they would be given a "care" from the acting tribe leader.

Of course, since the child was right next to them, Yan just gave them a cold look while holding the cup.

In fact, the monsters in the tribe now have no idea about what happened three thousand years ago. They either don't remember it or they weren't born yet. The few who experienced it don't have any feelings towards Dragon Lord. Only Yan hated him for three thousand years.