EBE Chapter 207 Confession
Chapter 207 Confession
The setting sun was as red as blood, dyeing the sky a fiery red. Nan Qiao returned to the tribe in the evening with nothing.
The tribe was in a state of chaos. The tribesmen were silently and quickly cleaning up the bloodstains on the ground. The pungent smell of blood filled the air and lingered for a long time.
Nan Qiao frowned slightly, a sense of foreboding welling up in her heart. She walked straight towards Ayi, who was carrying a wooden bucket and pouring water on the ground, and asked, "Ayi, what's going on?"
Aiyi raised her head and saw that it was Nan Qiao. A trace of relief flashed in her eyes. She quickly put down the bucket, wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, and said in a trembling voice, "Sir, you are finally back."
"Not long after you left this morning, Bater and Wulan returned. They gathered people from other tribes from nowhere and rushed towards our tribe with ferocious eyes, intending to rob our property and kill people."
"Fortunately, the tribesmen fought desperately, and with the help of the newly sharpened iron swords, they were able to repel them."
"Right now, both of them are tied up in the chief's stone house. The chief and the elders are waiting for you to come over. They must have something important to discuss."
Nan Qiao's expression instantly became serious. She patted Ayi's shoulder gently and whispered, "I understand. You go ahead and do your work."
After saying that, she quickened her pace and hurried towards the chief's stone house.
The atmosphere in the chief's stone house was depressing, and the surrounding stone walls exuded a cold aura.
In the corner, Bater and Wulan were tied tightly with heavy ropes and forced to kneel on the dusty ground.
They were dressed in rags, with disheveled hair and faces filled with fear and despair.
Agula and the elders sat aside and looked at them coldly.
Nan Qiao stepped into the stone house and looked directly at the two embarrassed men. His eyes were as cold as a frost blade in the cold night.
Seeing Nan Qiao coming, the leader slowly asked, "Lord Chosen One, what should we do with these two? I'll leave it to you."
Nan Qiao said nothing, but looked at Bater and Wulan coldly, and his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate their souls.
Under this cold gaze, the two men couldn't help but tremble, and the fear of death completely overwhelmed them like a tide.
After a moment, Nan Qiao finally spoke in a cold voice, "Last time, I considered our past relationship and simply expelled them from the tribe, but they showed no remorse and still attempted to harm the Stone Tribe."
"If we let them go this time, the next ones to suffer will be the Stone Tribe."
When everyone heard this, they fell silent and cast even colder gazes at Bater and Ulan, as if they wanted to cut them into pieces.
Suddenly, Nan Qiao raised his hand slightly, a light flashed in his palm, and a sharp sword appeared instantly.
The sword flashed a cold light in the dim light, as if it couldn't wait to drink the blood of its enemy.
Nan Qiao did not hesitate, and moved forward like a ghost.
"No!" Ulan screamed in horror, her voice echoing in the stone house, full of despair and helplessness.
However, Nan Qiao's sword did not hesitate at all and pierced into Wulan's abdomen mercilessly.
Blood gushed out and splashed onto the ground, forming a glaring red.
Immediately afterwards, Nan Qiao turned his wrist and stabbed Bater with the sword again.
Bater widened his eyes and looked at Nan Qiao in disbelief, but it was too late for him to resist.
Following two dull sounds of falling, a suffocating silence filled the stone house.
The blood slowly flowed on the ground, outlining a cruel and resolute picture.
Gru stood quietly outside the door of the chief's stone house, his tall figure looking a little lonely in the dim light.
He slowly closed his eyes, frowned, and his heart was like a surging sea, swept by endless complex emotions.
One of the people in the house was his brother, and the other was once the partner of his dreams.
Gru clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force.
But it was the tribe he loved most.
In the face of the safety of the tribe, personal feelings are not worth mentioning at all, and he will not plead for them.
He must stand firmly on the side of the tribe and protect the land that gave birth to him and raised him, as well as the tribesmen who fought alongside him and shared the joys and sorrows with him!
After dealing with Ulan and Baternan Qiao walked out of the chief's stone house. The cold moonlight sprinkled on her, as if covering her with a layer of silver gauze.
Nan Qiao was preparing to return to her stone house to practice. Recently, she went out to look for Qinglong's footprints during the day and practiced at night. Her life was very fulfilling and busy.
She had just taken a few steps when she heard hurried footsteps behind her and Kamu hurriedly followed.
At this moment, Kamu's usually calm and resolute face was full of tension and anxiety. His eyes were fixed on Nan Qiao, as if he wanted to imprint her appearance deeply in his heart.
"Sir..." he called softly, his voice trembling slightly, breaking the silence of the night.
Nan Qiao stopped and turned to look at him with a hint of confusion in his eyes, "Kamu, what's wrong with you?"
Kamu took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to say, "My Lord, you always leave early and come back late, and the tribe is developing better and better, but I always have a feeling in my heart, are you planning to leave the Stone Tribe?"
Nan Qiao remained silent and did not respond. Their time was almost up, and she was indeed leaving the Stone Tribe and leaving this world.
He lowered his head slightly, his hands unconsciously clenched, his knuckles turning white, and continued, "I also know that I may not be worthy of standing by your side, but I still want to try, even if there is only a glimmer of hope."
After he finished speaking, Kamu slowly knelt on one knee. The dull sound of his knee hitting the ground was particularly clear in the quiet night.
He raised his head, his eyes full of affection and passion, like the brightest stars in the night sky.
"My Lord, from the first moment I saw you, my heart no longer belonged to me. Your bravery, your intelligence, your kindness, all of them fascinate me."
"In this turbulent world, you are my only desire, the home of my soul. I don't want to lose you. I want you to be my partner, to protect the Stone Tribe with me, and to spend every day and night together in the future."
His voice became more and more passionate, filled with endless attachment and expectation. The sincere emotion spread around like a tide, as if to completely drown Nan Qiao.
When the tribesmen saw Kamu suddenly kneeling down to confess his love to Nanqiao, they all gathered around him. There was an uproar in the crowd, and everyone was whispering and talking.
"Kamu actually likes the Chosen One? How is this possible? The Chosen One is sacred and inviolable in our hearts!" A young female said with her eyes wide open and a look of shock on her face.
"Yes, Your Excellency has a special status, so you can't be so careless when choosing a partner!" An older male frowned and agreed solemnly.