The fight against the sky begins with Han Feng

Chapter 82 The Qingluan Clan’s Intra-Clan Competition
  That night, Mu Qingluan looked at Han Feng sitting on the bed in her room, her pretty face turned red, she must have been obsessed.

Dad said that she would decide where Senior Brother Han Feng would live, so after the banquet, Mu Qingluan inexplicably brought Han Feng to her boudoir.

Compared with humans, Warcraft does not have such complicated etiquette. She and Senior Brother Han Feng have already made a marriage contract. It is normal for them to live together if they are in love.

Of course, the bed in her room is big and soft, so even if they sleep together, they won't feel crowded.

It’s just that I’m still a little shy when I think about it.
  Mu Qingluan sat on the bedside with very little movement, picked up her own pillow, and buried her head in it, temporarily becoming an "ostrich".

She is the daughter of the patriarch, and her father used a secret method to examine her body when she was born. Well, how should I put it, she seems to be atavistic, with a trace of ancient Qingluan blood in her body. She may have inherited it from her father and mother, Mu Qingluan's parents also have the highest blood level in the clan. As their daughter, Mu Qingluan is naturally not too bad.

As a result, Mu Qingluan became a candidate for the clan leader. She also had some "brothers and sisters". After all, her father was the clan leader of the Qingluan clan, so he naturally had many women.

Among these brothers and sisters, and even among the entire younger generation of the Qingluan tribe, Mu Qingluan's bloodline level is the highest, and may even surpass her father in the future.

As a result, Mu Qingluan was designated as the young clan leader and given the name Qingluan, and those candidates for clan leader will always be candidates.
  After becoming the young patriarch, Patriarch Mu pampered Mu Qingluan very much. What he often said to his daughter was: You are the future patriarch of the Qingluan tribe. You must have your own opinion in everything you do. The patriarch of the Qingluan tribe will He is the king of the Qingluan tribe. As a king, you cannot be easily controlled by others. If you want to listen to the advice given to you by other people in the tribe, just listen to it. If you don’t want to hear it, just let that person go. The reason is very simple. , You are the future king of the Qingluan tribe.

The following is what happened before she came to Xingyun Pavilion, Mu Qingluan hugged the pillow and recalled it.

"Dad, I want to experience a free and unrestrained life, is that okay?"

Hearing what Mu Qingluan said, Patriarch Mu sternly refused.

"No, you are the future young patriarch of the Qingluan tribe, how can you leave so easily?"

"Huh, daddy said that I will be the king of the Qingluan tribe in the future. What the king wants to do does not require the consent of others." Mu Qingluan recalled what her daddy taught her and said with her hands on her hips.

In this regard, Patriarch Mu also saw that Mu Qingluan was "strong on the outside but capable on the inside", but this was the first time he heard his daughter say such words.

Therefore, he agreed and let Mu Qingluan join the disciple of the equally dashing Feng Zunzhe.

But who would have known that she, the young patriarch of the Qingluan tribe, would be kidnapped not long after she went out?
  Thinking of this, Mu Qingluan laughed out loud. Fortunately, that person was Senior Brother Han Feng, otherwise, her father would not have agreed to the marriage so easily.

Huh, no one else can kidnap her except Senior Brother Han Feng.

Mu Qingluan snorted lightly, raised her head from the pillow in a good mood, looked at Han Feng lying on the other side, and pouted.

"Senior Brother Han Feng, why don't you lie down here?" Mu Qingluan patted the place next to him.

"Haha, I thought Qingluan was too shy to let me go." Han Feng chuckled lightly and lay down, holding Mu Qingluan in his arms like a pillow.

Mu Qingluan was lying on Han Feng's chest. At this time, the pillow she had just placed was under Han Feng's head. Even if she was shy, she couldn't turn into an ostrich.

"Dad, I don't seem to be suitable to be the kind of king you call me."

Mu Qingluan closed her eyes and breathed evenly.
  The Qingluan tribe was not very peaceful at night either.

"Have you heard? The clan's holy tower is about to be opened again!"    "What? Isn't it not time to open the holy tower? So, the clan's big competition is going to be ahead of schedule?"

"You are too ill-informed, aren't you? Haven't you heard about the young patriarch from the elders?"

"What? The young patriarch is already engaged? Is he still a human being? Don't stop me. I want to see who the young patriarch is to be engaged to!"

"Are you practicing stupidly? That person is a disciple of Lord Medicine, a sixth-grade alchemist, and an Eight-Star Fighting Emperor. Can you afford to offend him?"

"That's okay."

Tonight, many of the younger generations of the Qingluan tribe are not asleep. They are looking forward to the competition among the tribes. If they can break into the top three, they can enter the holy tower to accept the inheritance. At that time, if they are A senior took a fancy to it, so why not just take off from the same place?
  The next day, Han Feng opened his eyes, looked at Mu Qingluan who was sleeping soundly beside him, and patted Mu Qingluan's shoulder gently.

"Time to wake up."

"Well..." Mu Qingluan sat up with her eyes closed and stretched out her hands.

"Can I sleep a little longer? Anyway, I don't need to participate in the clan competition. There is no need to go so early."

"Uh, okay then." Han Feng shook his head with a smile and put a pill into Mu Qingluan's mouth.

After swallowing the elixir in a daze, Mu Qingluan suddenly felt a cold and sweet feeling, and his whole body became energetic instantly.

"Senior Brother Han Feng, what kind of elixir is this? It's so sweet."

Hearing this, Han Feng chuckled and said: "This is a small pill made from some medicinal materials. It is not really an elixir. I added some sweet-tasting medicinal materials to it, and the medicinal power inside can also be absorbed directly. .”

"I'm thinking of refining some for you to use as a snack. How does it taste?"

"Well, it's delicious!" Mu Qingluan nodded, yawned, stood up from the bed, and put on a piece of green clothing.

After having breakfast with Han Feng, the two went to the square.

The square is the place where the clan competition is held, and there is a venue here that is suitable for the competition.

Now many people have arrived at the viewing seats around the square. The Qingluan Mountains are not only home to the Qingluan tribe, but also to many Warcraft families affiliated with the Qingluan tribe.

However, those who are qualified to participate in the Qingluan Tribe Competition are naturally the younger generation of the Qingluan Tribe. As for how to define the age of the younger generation, that is a matter decided by the patriarch of the Qingluan Tribe.

On a high platform, Yao Lao looked at the figures standing in the square and said with a smile: "Haha, I can actually witness the Qingluan Clan's intra-clan competition. I am very lucky this time."

"Haha, you can't say that. As the clan leader, I feel honored to be able to invite Lord Yao and Lord Feng to watch our Qingluan Clan's clan competition." Clan Chief Mu laughed loudly. There was no stingy compliment, and the conversation was very pleasant.

Han Feng and Mu Qingluan also came to the top of this high platform, watching with great interest the upcoming competition within the clan.

(End of this chapter)