Did he know him?
You Rong thought carefully, but found no memory of Meng Xiaoyi in his mind.
Seeing that You Rong didn't speak, Zhang Yi tentatively asked, "Is the person outside? Does young master want to see her first? Maybe she's your former family?" Sudan Novel Network.
As soon as Zhang Yi finished speaking, a woman's noisy voice came from outside, "Let go of me... Hurry up and let me go, I said, I'm here to find You Rong! Not to find your Blood Tribe ancestor, I know him, let me in, he will recognize me when he sees me, let me go..."
The blood tribe servant who was holding Meng Xiaoyi was probably afraid that she really knew You Rong, so they didn't dare to use too much force. They didn't hold on tight, and Meng Xiaoyi broke free.
Meng Xiaoyi took the opportunity and rushed into the bedroom without a word.
As soon as she entered, Meng Xiaoyi met You Rong's deep eyes, was stunned for a moment, and her gaze shifted to the wound on You Rong's wrist that had not stopped bleeding. Anger instantly appeared on her face.
"Grandpa was right! You're not living well in the Blood Tribe! None of these blood people are good! They only treat you as food! Go! You'll come back to the Werewolf Tribe with me now!"
Meng Xiaoyi angrily rushed to pull You Rong away, but before she could touch him, Zhang Yi gave a look, and the blood tribe servants behind her quickly grabbed her, preventing her from taking another step forward.
"Let go of me! You all let go of me... You blood people are indeed not good things, let go of me..."
Seeing You Rong frowning, Zhang Yi said with some regret, "Young master, do you really not recognize her? Then I'll have my servants handle her."
You Rong withdrew his gaze and said indifferently, "I don't."
Zhang Yi: "Okay, I understand."
Zhang Yi waved his hand and was about to have the servants drag Meng Xiaoyi out. Meng Xiaoyi's eyes widened, and she hurriedly shouted, "You Rong! You forgot, I am Meng Xiaoyi! My grandfather is the leader of the Werewolf Tribe. Your father was a good friend of my grandfather when he was alive. When your younger siblings had their full moon, I went to your house with my grandfather. We've met!"
You Rong pondered for a moment. In his vague memory, there seemed to be someone named Meng Xiaoyi.
He had no contact with Meng Xiaoyi other than this childhood connection. She came all the way to the Blood Tribe to find him, was there something?
If it was like other Beastmen tribes coveting Lin Qinghe's power... You Rong's eyes suddenly turned cold.
Zhang Yi carefully observed You Rong's expression. Seeing that he seemed to know Meng Xiaoyi, he gave the servants who were about to drag Meng Xiaoyi out a look, waiting for You Rong's next words.
Afraid of being dragged away without saying anything, Meng Xiaoyi was anxious. She blurted out the purpose of her visit.
"You Rong! I came to the Blood Tribe to find you because my grandfather is not well! The Werewolf Tribe is in chaos. Grandpa said you are the most talented in the Werewolf Tribe. The Snake people said... you have blue eyes and can reveal your true form as soon as you reach adulthood. Grandpa hopes that you will return to the Werewolf Tribe and take over the position of leader of the Werewolf Tribe, and manage the Werewolf Tribe well!"
"You want me to return to the Werewolf Tribe and take over the position of leader?" You Rong's eyes changed slightly.
Meng Xiaoyi nodded heavily, "That's right! After your family's accident that year, Grandpa always blamed himself for not taking good care of you, allowing you to be taken to the Blood Tribe. In fact, Grandpa has been negotiating with the Blood Tribe all these years, wanting to bring you back to the Werewolf Tribe, but they have always refused. These blood people are insidious, especially their ancestor..."
Meng Xiaoyi's words stopped as she met You Rong's suddenly cold gaze.
She didn't understand why he was protecting the Blood Tribe so much when they had killed his whole family? To the point where she could see it at a glance.
But none of this mattered! The most important thing now was to bring You Rong back to the Werewolf Tribe!
"You Rong, the Werewolf Tribe really needs you now. The Werewolf Tribe is already in chaos, and with some recent events, the Beastmen tribes are also not peaceful. There are constant conflicts and friction among the major Beastmen tribes. Grandpa really hopes you can return to the Werewolf Tribe."
You Rong's eyes drooped slightly, and his handsome face looked thoughtful. He didn't refuse Meng Xiaoyi's proposal immediately.
Seeing this, Zhang Yi's heart skipped a beat.
Did the young master really want to return to the Werewolf Tribe?
If the ancestor knew, she would definitely be unhappy. She had no intention of letting You Rong return to the Werewolf Tribe.
"Young master, don't listen to this female werewolf babbling. If you return to the Werewolf Tribe now, let alone the power struggles within the Werewolf Tribe, you will also face the covetous eyes of other Beastmen tribes. It is very dangerous! If the ancestor were awake, she would definitely not want you to go to such a dangerous place." Zhang Yi said anxiously.
Meng Xiaoyi was displeased, "You're the one babbling! You're keeping You Rong in your blood tribe's den, that's what's dangerous! You're all ill-intentioned, treating him as food. He must have suffered a lot during these years in the Blood Tribe!"
"You're talking nonsense..."
Before Zhang Yi could finish, You Rong said unexpectedly, "They are very good to me. I have never suffered in the years I've been in the Blood Tribe."
Meng Xiaoyi looked speechless and disbelieving, racking her brains to figure out why You Rong was protecting the Blood Tribe so much.
Hearing You Rong's words, Zhang Yi snorted triumphantly, "Did you hear that! The young master himself said that he is doing well in the Blood Tribe! Our ancestor cherishes him like she's afraid of him falling if she holds him, and melting if she holds him in her mouth. How could he suffer! So our young master will not go back! Don't dream!"
Meng Xiaoyi glared angrily at Zhang Yi, "You..."
The next second, You Rong's faint words stunned both Meng Xiaoyi and Zhang Yi, who were arguing.
You Rong said, "I will return to the Werewolf Tribe."
"Really? Are you telling the truth?" Meng Xiaoyi's face lit up with joy, and she eagerly asked.
You Rong nodded, "Yes, I will return to the Werewolf Tribe with you."
Zhang Yi frowned, looking at You Rong with complex eyes, "Young master, this is..."
You Rong didn't explain to Zhang Yi immediately. He continued to say to Meng Xiaoyi, "I'll arrange for them to take you down to rest. I have some things to sort out, and I'll return to the Werewolf Tribe with you as soon as possible."
Meng Xiaoyi smiled and nodded heavily, "Okay! I'll wait for you. Don't worry, we have everything in the Werewolf Tribe. You don't need to bring anything back. You can still be there when you return. Grandpa will be overjoyed when you return. His greatest wish these years has been to bring you back to the Werewolf Tribe..."
You Rong hummed and motioned for the blood tribe servants to escort Meng Xiaoyi out first.
After Meng Xiaoyi followed the blood tribe servants out, Zhang Yi's expression was not good, and even her tone of voice when speaking to You Rong was not good, "Young master, why are you returning to the Werewolf Tribe? You clearly know how much the ancestor dotes on you and how reluctant she is to let you go when she's awake... Otherwise, she wouldn't have repeatedly rejected the negotiations from the leader of the Werewolf Tribe to take you away."