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Chapter 468: The Heart of an Orc is Harder Than Stone (24)

Song Ming: "..." I've already said it's no good, why are you still begging? Isn't that making things difficult for me? If we change the rules when there's a problem, won't it be a mess?

"The rules cannot be changed, but if Qingqing is willing to take care of it, there will be no problem. I will persuade her more when she comes back."

In the end, Song Tiancheng and his wife closed their eyes in reluctance.

The three little ones cried sadly, "Wuwuwu...Father, mother..." Why didn't this dead patriarch agree to my father? Song Qingqing is the eldest sister, she should raise us.

On the other side, Song Qingqing was wandering outside, planning to go back in three days.

"If they are still seriously injured or die, it will be over in three days. Anyone who wants to wear sackcloth and cry can do it, but I won't. If they are lucky, let them watch me live a good life and piss them off to death."

The next day when Song Qingqing was outside, she was surrounded by Bao Kang, Bao Jian and four other men, each holding a long, thorny wooden stick.

Six people surrounded Song Qingqing in a circle.

Bao Kang glanced at Song Qingqing from head to toe with malicious eyes, "Silly girl, just let us have fun today. Don't worry, I won't let you die." I will make your life worse than death. How dare you, a stinky female, come out and show off.

Bao Jian: "After we're done, I'll smash your hands and feet, bitch. You embarrassed me and hurt me. I'll make you live a life worse than death. You can fight, right? Let's see if you can beat the six of us."

Song Qingqing said coldly, "Either get out? Or die?"

Bao Kang laughed loudly, "What a big tone! You females love to pretend. Every time you say no, no, you still beg us later. You are so cheap."

The other people also laughed lewdly, as if Song Qingqing had already stripped all her clothes.

Song Qingqing's eyes were slightly cold. "If we talk about being mean, no one can compare to the six of you. You have murderous intentions towards me. According to the rules of the tribe, I can kill you. This day next year will be your memorial day."

Bao Jian: "That depends on whether you have the ability. We are 6 to . You are our plaything today. Go ahead."

Song Qingqing yelled, "Come out and do it."

Bao Jian and others turned their heads warily.

The moment they turned their heads, Song Qingqing took out the magic knife from the space, swung it directly over, and controlled the magic knife to reap their necks.

Except for Bao Jian who reacted quickly and dodged, the other five fell down, touching their necks, and died with their eyes open.

Bao Jian was shocked and immediately turned into a leopard, trying to break out.

Song Qingqing controlled the magic knife to turn a corner, flew towards Bao Jian quickly, and pierced his neck.

Bao Jian fell from mid-air and hit the ground heavily.

Song Qingqing held the bloody knife in her hand, her face calm and composed, "I told you that this day next year will be your memorial day, you filthy bastards."

Bao Jian was spitting out blood, staring at Song Qingqing, and his mouth opened and closed but no word came out.

"Do you think the Leopard Tribe won't let me go? They have to know that I killed you. There's not even a living creature within a 500m radius. If they really guess it by accident and believe it, and don't know what's good for them, then I'll kill them all.

But are you sure your lives are so important? Out there it's either you die or I live, you're all worthless, who has time to investigate how you died?"

Bao Jian was very angry. He hated himself for not bringing more people with him. In the end, he died with regrets.

Song Qingqing tapped her toes and leaped onto the tree. A few minutes later, the smell of blood attracted a group of wild wolves, who ate all six of Bao Jian's leopards, leaving only bones.

Three days later, Song Qingqing dragged a big fat sheep back. As soon as she returned to the tribe, someone told her about the death of Song Tiancheng and his wife.

Song Ming came not long after Song Qingqing returned home.

"Chief, come in and sit for a while."

"Okay, Qingqing, I won't lie to you. Your biological parents are dead. Have you heard about it?"

"I heard about it. I found out when I came back."

"Then what do you think?"

"Chief, I will go to pray tomorrow and put an end to the relationship that has lasted for more than ten years." How could he possibly take care of those three little bastards?

Song Ming understood, but he still couldn't help but persuade them, wanting to reduce the burden on himself and the tribe. After two days of getting along, Song Ming found that the three little ones were really useless.

"Your three brothers and sisters are still young and don't have the ability to survive."

"Chief, I am not yet 16 years old. I am still a baby. I am lucky enough to take care of myself. Besides, they are all 13 years old. Children from poor families can grow up early and become independent. I started to support myself when I was 12 years old. I believe they can do it."

"They are no good. They have only trained for two days, and yet they feel pain here and there?" They are so useless. I really don't know how Song Tiancheng and the others raised them. They thought that one of them is too capable and the other three are completely useless.

"That's because they think someone is looking after them. When they have nothing to eat or drink, they will naturally work hard. My father and mother set a rule for me back then that if I couldn't catch any prey, I would starve. I had no way out and never been afraid of hardship or fatigue because being hungry is really uncomfortable." Not working hard proves that you haven't reached the end of your rope.

"Is there such a thing?" He still has the nerve to make such a request.

Song Qingqing's eyes were filled with sadness. "Forget it, let's not talk about it anymore. They are all dead. Let everything go with the wind."

"Before his death, your father wanted you to help take care of Song Jingnan and the others for two more years. What do you think?"

"Chief, forget it. If they had a little respect for me as their eldest sister, I would have gritted my teeth and persevered no matter how hard or tired I was. But they don't, so I dare not help them. In the end, I will still be enemies. From the day I broke away from independence, I didn't want to have anything to do with them.

Chief, it’s not that they are incapable, it’s just that they are lazy and willful. I don’t want to pay for their laziness and willfulness.

Although everyone in the tribe starts learning hunting at the age of 15, it is normal to lose your parents two years earlier.

Patriarch, you are the elders and the authority, they can learn a lot from you. If it were in my hands, I would probably have to cross my legs and wait for food again.

Chief, please take this sheep back with you as my last token of my gratitude. Please teach the tribe members more and help them get rid of their laziness.

Although I don't like them very much, I also hope that they can be self-reliant, reform themselves, and live a good life in the future. "Song Qingqing looked helpless and for their own good.

"Oh, I get it. It's not easy for you either. I hope they can understand your efforts. Don't worry, I will say hello to the people who teach them in the tribe, and train them well, and change their laziness and willfulness." It seems that I have been too polite to the three little ones in the past two days, which is why they are getting too arrogant.

"Okay, Qingqing, thank the clan leader here." Train hard, otherwise they will think that hunting is easy. They should bear the hardship that they should bear.

"Don't worry, I will make them successful." Song Ming had already decided to give the three little ones a hard time and make an example of them.