The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master-Chapter 1451 - : Someone is Coming Over Here
Chapter 1451: Chapter 1451: Someone is Coming Over Here
This was a very primitive way of life.
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Beiting Huang watched the villagers, seeing the gratitude on their faces as their loved ones returned. Clearly, Long Tian and the others were gambling with their lives out there. And he also saw that, if it hadnāt been for his presence today, not one of them would have made it back.
After their reunion, Long Tian introduced Beiting Huang to the villagers, just about to mention that Beiting Huang had saved their lives, Beiting Huang raised his hand to stop him, not allowing him to continue. His intervention was only because he couldnāt stand by and do nothing, not out of any desire to save anyone in particular. Seeing the relatives of Long Tian and others waiting eagerly, Beiting Huang was even less willing to bring up the matter, as no one wanted to hear that their loved ones had once been so close to death.
Long Tian cast a grateful glance at Beiting Huang. He took out the Demonic Source Stone in his hand, as well as the ones on Chen Fei and the others, handed them to a young teenager, and patted his head, āChen Hui, go on, take these Demonic Source Stones and exchange them for some breadā¦ā He hesitated for a moment before saying, āBring back two bottles of wine as well, we have a distinguished guest with us today!ā
āYes, yes, letās offer big brother our wine, we must treat big brother to a drink! It was big brother who saved us!ā Lingfeng, being younger, heard that Beiting Huang was to be treated to a drink and quickly spilled the beans about Beiting Huang saving them.
āHiss!ā
A sharp intake of breath arose, and the women, children, and elderly left behind gazed towards Long Tian and the others with looks of concern and heartache. Some even had tears in their eyes. What would they do if these able-bodied men hadnāt returned?
With about ten pounds of Demonic Source Stones in hand, Chen Hui was about to go to the village to exchange them for bread and whiskey, thinking to himself that the savior of his elders deserved the best. If possible, rather than Rye Whiskey, it would be good to exchange them for two bottles of barley whiskey. Suddenly, his shoulder felt heavy, and turning his head, he saw the distinguished guest who had followed the village head and his elder brothers home standing next to him, āNo need to go, tonight, I will treat you to bread and wine!ā
It was Beiting Huang. He lifted his gaze towards the edge of the village, squinting slightly, a hint of danger flashing across his face, making Chen Huiās hair stand on end. This youth, who was about the same age as himself, looked so terrifying!
āHow could we impose?ā
Hearing this, Long Tian came over. The village might be poor, but they still couldnāt forget the basic rules of hospitality. He signaled Chen Hui with his eyes to still go exchange the stones for bread and wine but was once again stopped by Beiting Huang, āBig Brother Long Tian, Iām afraid he wonāt even make it three miles before he is stopped. Better not go!ā
Hearing this, nearly the entire village shuddered, a bad premonition emerging in their hearts. And Long Tian, who was slightly stronger, had already sensed some danger and asked incredulously, āIs someone⦠approaching this way?ā
The enemyās strength was so formidable that they acted without any restraint, not bothering to conceal their presence at all, so much so that even Long Tian, a heaven stage, had sensed it.
āIndeed!ā Beiting Huang stood at the entrance of the village, staring into the night sky, āI am very sorry for bringing you trouble. I donāt know who they are, but I will try my best to lead these people away. And you, try to find a place to hide!ā
āHiding is not exactly practical. These people are capable of any evil, and even if they donāt come today, we might still end up dead under someoneās blade any day now. Young hero, thereās no need to feel bad. Living in such a place, this is our fate,ā said an old man in the village, leaning on a cane.







