Chapter 891: seed sprouting

While talking, the little princess of the Barbarian tribe dragged her third brother toward the camp of the Barbarian tribe.
He temporarily left Feng Xuanming behind, but despite this, the little princess of the Barbarian clan would always turn back and look at Feng Xuanming from time to time.
If not, when the barbarian princess saw that he was still there, her face couldn't help showing a very happy and relieved expression.
Seeing the appearance of his sister, the third prince of the Barbarian tribe couldn't help but get worried, and he became more determined in his heart:
Is this little sister in love with this outsider? It seems... he has to talk to his father, not to let his sister go too close to this outsider.
The little princess of the Barbarian clan didn't know what the three princes of the Barbarian clan had in their hearts, and didn't even notice. She is still immersed in her own beautiful fantasy.
I just felt that if her father agreed, she would be able to learn a lot from her master, and she would be able to stay with her master every day.
In fact, the little princess of the Barbarian clan is still young, she is only attracted by Feng Xuanming's beautiful skin, and she doesn't have any other thoughts.
The little princess of the Barbarian tribe thought, just stay with such a beautiful person. She didn't know the relationship between men and women, but others and Feng Xuanming had misunderstood her thoughts.
After the barbarian princess returned to her camp, she still entangled Feng Xuanming. She had to ask Feng Xuanming to sing a song to her so that she could lie down on the bed comfortably and fall asleep slowly.
Feng Xuanming couldn't hold back the temper of the little princess of the Barbarian clan, so she nodded helplessly, agreed to sing for her and coaxed her to sleep. The three princes of the Barbarian clan stood on one side and looked at them quietly, the expressions on their faces changed from black to purple to white, even strange.
After Feng Xuanming finally coaxed the barbarian princess to sleep, he left the barbarian princess’s camp, but the third barbarian prince who was walking at the back suddenly stepped forward, raised his hand and gave Feng Xuanming a punch and beat it hard. Knocked to the ground hard.
Feng Xuanming subconsciously wanted to fight back, but after seeing that it was the third prince of the barbarian clan, he held back the anger in his heart and did not reach out to fight back against the third prince of the barbarian clan.
Instead, sitting quietly on the ground, raising his hand to wipe the blood that overflowed from the corners of his lips, looked at the third barbarian prince calmly and asked:
"I wonder, the third prince, why do you treat me like this?"
Upon seeing this, the third prince of the Barbarian tribe gave a chuckle with disdain, looked at Feng Xuanming sitting on the ground, and said:
"Does the prince need a reason to beat you? Don't say you don't know why. Someone has a bad intention and deliberately approached my little sister in order to win the trust of the father.
I hit you like this, it's still light! You must not assume that the prince does not know your unpredictable thoughts.
The prince tells you that you can't succeed, and I will definitely not let you hurt the little girl!
The prince advises you! Get out of here! Cut off your unruly mind, otherwise, once you let this prince know what you have done that is not conducive to the younger sister, this prince will surely let you divide your body by five horses, and you will not die.
You have to know that the younger sister is the sun of our entire tribe. Her happiness and safety are related to everyone's faith.
If you dare to make the little girl sad, dare to disadvantage her, the people of our entire tribe will not let you go. "
Feng Xuanming couldn't help but stunned by the words of the third prince of the Barbarian clan, and then Feng Xuanming chuckled lightly and explained with a serious face:
"The third prince, you are afraid it is a misunderstanding. I have no bad intentions. I am not deliberately approaching the little princess Yue'er. I just want to live well here and have a place to not be bullied or trampled. You are so insidious and cunning."
Seeing Feng Xuanming's refutation, the third prince of the Barbarian tribe didn't get angry, and chuckled lightly:
"No matter what your purpose is, the prince, anyway, don't let the prince know your crooked mind, otherwise! There is absolutely no good fruit for you."
As soon as the third prince of the Barbarian Clan had finished speaking, he turned and left, leaving Feng Xuanming sitting on the ground alone, stupefied for a long time.
A group of people outside the tribal camp also saw this scene, but they evaded one after another for fear of avoiding it. No one stepped forward and pulled Feng Xuanming, leaving Feng Xuanming alone. Seeing that he got up from the ground very embarrassed and walked slowly and limply in the direction of his camp.
"Heh, rest assured, today's shame, in the future, I will pay it back a hundred times, and you will wait for it!" Feng Xuanming secretly muttered in her heart, and the depths of her heart were turbulent, but on the surface it was calm and could not be seen. The slightest displeasure.
In fact, not only because of this, but also because...
Until one day, when Feng Xuanming was drawing water by the river, she suddenly felt someone approaching behind him. Feng Xuanming was about to look back, and the man used a rope to pinch his neck from behind.
Before Feng Xuanming had time to react, he subconsciously struggled, and he was covered in a bag woven with hemp rope. He was severely beaten, and he didn't stop, even using black cloth. Bar, blindfolded him, pulled out his clothes, tied it to a wooden pillar, and exposed him to the sun for three days!
Just when Feng Xuanming was about to despair and helpless, waiting to die, the voice of the little princess of the barbarian clan suddenly rang in his ears.
"Ah! Master, how could you be like this, Master? Who are you guys who tied my master here, quickly loosen the rope on the master. Loosen!"
The heart-piercing cry of the little princess of the Barbarian tribe awakened Feng Xuanming from the coma.
Feng Xuanming was very excited when he heard the voice of the little princess of the Barbarian clan. Because he was covered with a black cloth over his eyes, he couldn't see anything, so he didn't know where the little princess was.
Can only, with the last bit of strength, looking for the voice, looking around, it looks ridiculous.
It wasn't until the little princess of the Barbarian tribe hugged him tightly in her arms that Feng Xuanming's dry and depleted eye sockets finally overflowed with a drop of tears.
He hates it! He complained! However, he felt sorry for the little princess of the barbarian family even more, and wanted to comfort her, hoping that she would not cry, but he didn't have the strength to do it.
It was also since then that the long-buried seed of hatred in Feng Xuanming's heart slowly took root and gradually grew.
He wants revenge, he wants the shame of the day, and he wants to pay back the bullying of others little by little.
His hatred for the other members of the Barbarian tribe is no less than hatred for Feng Xuanche and Du Xuechun.
When Feng Xuanming was rescued by the barbarian princess and returned to the camp, the barbarian princess guarded him for three days and three nights, keeping every step of the way. Every moment, she was afraid that Feng Xuanming would be taken away and insulted by others.
Feng Xuanming's clothes, eating, drinking water and other small things are all done by the little princess of the Barbarian tribe. Her Langma persuaded her to let her rest for a while and leave it to others.
Although Feng Xuanming was in a coma all day and night, he still remembered that the person taking care of him was the cute little princess of the barbarian clan in front of him that he could not hate.
There was a mixed emotion from deep in his heart towards the little princess of the barbarian tribe. Feng Xuanming didn't know how to face the hatred and anger in his heart, and the anger burned little by little.