After traveling through ancient times, she became a wild woman

Chapter 1306 Bald Tribe
Ah Cha, who came with the broth, looked at the bald Ah Di and understood what he meant. He smiled slightly and said, "Yes, I also cut my bald head. Doesn't it look good?"

"It looks good." A Di touched his bald head and whispered, "What about me?"

"It looks good." Ah Cha entered the house carrying the clay pot. When he saw Ye Feng, he stopped smiling and said, "Chief, the broth is here."

Ye Feng looked at Ah Cha's bald head and sighed helplessly in his heart. They cut their heads bald to avoid the little gray worms. There is really no need for you to follow suit.

Okay, it’s all cut, there’s nothing more to say, Night Breeze didn’t make a sound.

Ye Feng took a bowl and scooped half a spoonful of broth into the bowl. He breathed in until it was warm and asked Ah Cha to help Arthur up. He put a folded bib cloth on Arthur's chest and fed Ah Cha one spoonful at a time. Se drinks the broth.

Arthur is conscious of swallowing, but does not wake up. As long as she can swallow, everything will be fine.

I'm just afraid that I can't swallow it, that's scary.

Even if you swallow consciously, liquid will still leak out from the corners of your mouth and drip onto the bib cloth.

Night Breeze wiped the corners of Arthur's mouth gently, drank half the bowl of broth, and then fed her another half bowl of broth.

After feeding, Ye Feng refused Ah Cha's help and wiped Arthur's face and neck with his own hands so that she could feel fresh and clean.

Ye Feng looked at the clean Arthur, his eyebrows that were wrinkled into the word "Chuan" slowly relaxed, and his eyes were filled with tenderness.

His Arthur likes to be clean the most. If he doesn't clean it for her, how can she bear it when she wakes up?

Ye Feng touched Xiao Se's fingers and told her that he was always there.

Ah Cha looked at Arthur, who had lost weight again and looked pale, with red eyes.

Arthur is really pitiful. He falls ill and falls into a coma every few months. Will she do the same in her tribe?
"what?"

Ah Cha looked at Ye Feng who asked in shock: "What?"

"You just asked Arthur if she was also sick in her tribal hometown?" Ye Feng frowned, his voice cold.

Only then did Acha realize that when she was thinking this way, she asked what was in her heart: "I don't know either, otherwise, clan leader, why don't you go ask the Huasui priest?"

Ye Feng looked at the pale Xiao Se and nodded in agreement with Ah Cha's words: "I'll go now. You should watch her carefully and come to me if you need anything?"

"Okay, I know." Ah Cha looked determined. She was now sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at Arthur, never leaving.

Ye Feng, who was cold and distant all over, walked out of the house and met a tribesman.

The clansman was a little embarrassed: "Clan leader!"

Ye Feng nodded slightly, looked around his bald head, and left without saying anything.

The clan members breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the clan leader didn't say anything.

Along the way, Ye Feng saw several bald tribesmen, whether they were male or female, and even the cubs had their heads shaved.

His heart warmed, and he understood what the tribesmen were thinking, which was to follow the footsteps of the tribe leader. When they saw the tribe leader cutting his head bald, they also wanted to cut their head bald.

When they arrived at the open space, Ye Feng looked around and saw that they were all bald.

Some have been cut and some are being cut.

"I've finished the haircut. This bald head is really indescribably refreshing!"

"No wonder the patriarch and others want to cut their heads!"

"Don't talk nonsense like that. The clan leaders cut their heads bald to prevent little gray worms from living in their hair. It's not what you think."

"That's what I said, just follow the clan leader."

"That's right, no matter what the clan leader does, he is the best. You can't go wrong by following the clan leader."

When the tribesmen saw Ye Feng coming, they all stood up immediately.The tribesman with half-cut hair looked at the approaching tribe leader with his yin and yang head on his head. He was so embarrassed that he wanted to dig a hole and bury himself in it.

Ye Feng nodded slightly to greet the tribesmen.

He saw that both males and females were getting bald heads, and he wanted to tell them not to get bald heads anymore, but he knew that there was no point in telling them, they just wanted to be like him.

It was as if having the same bald head as him could borrow the clan leader's most powerful power and become the bravest warrior.

Forget it, let them be, the bald tribe will be the bald tribe.

The strength of a tribe does not depend on whether its people have hair or not!
Thinking of this, Ye Feng withdrew his gaze and walked toward the Huasui Priest's house on his long legs.

After the patriarch left, the tribesmen all breathed a sigh of relief: "The patriarch is finally gone. I almost couldn't breathe when he looked at me like that just now!"

"This is the power of the clan leader, so powerful that it will take your breath away."

"That's right, the clan leader is the most powerful!"

"Stop looking at it. Cut it for me quickly. Cut half and leave half. How can you have such hair?"

The voices of the tribesmen chattering and laughing fell behind him. Ye Feng didn't think about it anymore and knocked on the door of the Huasui Priest's room.

It was Axiang who opened the door, her smile becoming more and more gentle.

Ye Feng looked at this young female. In his memory, Axiang had just grown up.

Why does the Axiang in front of me look so...mature?

More mature than Aye?
Ye Feng stared at Axiang who opened the door. Why did she look different from what he remembered?
Axiang smiled slightly: "Clan leader!"

Night Breeze was awakened by her gentle voice, pursed her lips, walked to the table, and sat cross-legged opposite the flower-year-old priest: "Hua-year-old priest!"

There was still a faint smile on the face of the flower-year-old priest, but this faint smile, coupled with her striking white hair, made Ye Feng's eyes a little sore.

He now understood why Axiang looked different from before. It was because the priest of Huashan was about to die, and Axiang was about to open her eyes and become a priest, so she looked different overall.

The succession of tribal priests is the day the previous priest dies, which is the day the next priest takes over.

Ye Feng put his hands on his thighs and tightened his fingers slightly. The Huasui priest should be 39 years old. If he remembered correctly, he was probably about this age.

At the age of 39, they are about to die. This is cruel and normal for them.

The flower-year-old priest looked at Ye Feng's darkening eyes, and her heart sank.

She couldn't feel anything now, and she didn't know what Ye Feng had come to her room so early in the morning and wanted to ask her.

If he was asked about something she knew, she could still answer it for him.

How would she answer if asked about other sensory matters.

After all, she had told the clan leader and Arthur that she wanted to tell them what she had sensed, and then minimize the damage of the disaster.

But in fact, she can't feel anything now.

If you are anxious, you should also wear a gentle smile, so as not to let the other party see anything, so as not to cause panic.

The flower-year-old priest smiled and said, "Coming?"

Ye Feng's anxious heart was soothed in an instant. After listening to these two words, she knew that the flower-year-old priest knew what she was doing, so she should have something to do.

Seeing the relieved smile on Ye Feng's face, the flower-year-old priest couldn't help but feel worried.

What does the patriarch want to ask?
(End of this chapter)