After traveling through ancient times, she became a wild woman

Chapter 1797 Want to get closer slowly

Ye Feng gave Fengshou a cool look and said, "Take your clansmen on a patrol tonight and be careful of attacks from foreign tribes."

Harvest: "..."

I really want to give myself a slap in the face for making you talk too much. You are obviously not patrolling, but because of these words, you got yourself a patrol job.

However, he got a piece of information, that high priest, she really liked the patriarch!

Hahaha, I have taken a fancy to Arthur's partner. The high priest is probably living a good life and doesn't know how ruthless and cruel Arthur is.

Sitting and waiting for the high priest to scream, thinking like this made Feng Harvest feel a little better.

Everyone in the small meeting knew that the two tribes would come together and Ye Feng would be the leader of this big tribe.

But at the same time, this tribe that is riddled with holes needs to be hardened.

The cries of the dragon birds resounded in the sky, and the people in the clearing of the Da Qinglong tribe all looked up at the huge bird, with horror and fear in their eyes.

The eyes of the people in the open space almost all fell on the busy tribesmen of the Little Qinglong Tribe.

I envy them for their clothes that are better than leaves, envy them for having many things they have never seen before, envy them for having many woolly cows, envy them for laughing together, envy them for everything.

But they are also afraid... The people of the Xiao Qinglong tribe obviously laugh when they are busy, but they are afraid of those strong and strong people of the Xiao Qinglong tribe.

I was envious but also scared. I wanted to get close to them, but I was afraid of them.

The children of the Daqinglong tribe, with yellow faces and thin bodies, were sitting naked on the grass, looking at A Di and the others with dull eyes.

Ah Di and the others are playing sepak takraw. Since they don't need to do anything here, they are just having fun together.

A child of their age was adjusting his bow and arrow, quietly and mischievously.

Aju and the other children were untying the Luban locks that Uncle Mushi had made for them.

Every baby is filled with happiness and liveliness that the children of the Daqinglong tribe do not have.

Although there are many people in the Daqinglong tribe, everyone is lifeless.

Everyone in the Xiao Qinglong tribe, whether they are adults or children, is always smiling.

After the stove was dried, Azang and the others put the cleaned iron pot on the stove, poured water into the iron pot from a bucket, and the fire in the stove was burning brightly.

Put the washed rice into the pot and stir it with a spatula to prevent it from getting mushy.

The fragrance of rice floated out with the breeze. All the members of the Big Qinglong tribe stopped moving and stretched their necks to smell the fragrance in the air. Their dull eyes suddenly lit up and they looked towards the direction of the Little Qinglong tribe with drooling eyes.

The wealthy high priest, who was sitting on a tree stump, organizing his words and thinking about how to persuade the returning warriors to fight against the night breeze, swallowed hard after smelling the fragrance of rice, and looked greedily in that direction. go.

She looked at the busy Aye and the others, her greedy eyes covered with deep coldness. Without Arthur, these would be what she would enjoy.

She sucked the saliva that was about to fall and looked for Arthur in the crowd, but couldn't find him. Her face was so twisted that she almost broke her fingers off.

Arthur must have taken Night Breeze away.

Scoop up the rice and put it in a steamer to steam.

In the big iron pot, thick porridge is prepared for the toothless old people and babies.

The males do the heavy work, and Aye and the others do the light work. The division of labor is clear and everyone is happy.

Shred the soaked bamboo shoots, tear open the black fungus, wash the bacon and cut into slices.

Ah Xi put the lard that had condensed into milky white into the iron pot. The lard sizzled and its unique fragrance floated out, which was even more fascinating than the fragrance of rice.The people of the Da Qinglong tribe had previously sat and stretched their necks to watch.

At this time, they all stood up, put their feet up and stretched their necks to look in the direction of the Little Qinglong tribe. The saliva they had been able to hold back before dripped directly to the ground. The more they smeared, the more they smeared. It was so fragrant, even more fragrant than the fragrance of flowers.

As soon as the bacon slices were put into the pot, the aroma of the stir-frying was like the ubiquitous breeze, reaching everyone's noses. The footsteps of the people of the Daqinglong Tribe were already moving this way.

Agui covered his mouth to prevent the saliva from flowing out, but he couldn't cover it. He was very embarrassed. Fortunately, no one saw it, so he quickly shrank back, which was embarrassing.

The rich high priest was drooling and moving uncontrollably in the direction of the Little Qinglong Tribe.

When she was 20 meters away from the Xiao Qinglong tribe, Fengshou, carrying a big black knife, jumped out to stop her: "Hey, don't come any closer, be careful with my knife!"

The big black knife on his shoulder swung and was inserted into the stone.

The wealthy high priest looked at the broken stones, his eyelids twitched, and he said forcefully: "I am the high priest who called you back, get out of the way!"

"Really, if you don't listen to good words, you have to use the knife." Fengshou took out his ears, sharply picked up the big black knife inserted into the stone, and struck at the rich high priest.

The wealthy high priest had seen Arthur chop branches with a big black knife before, so he certainly knew how powerful the big black knife was.

Now, when Fengshou cuts him off if he disagrees with her, he sits on the ground in fear and screams inconspicuously.

Fengshou danced the big black knife and laughed rudely: "I lied to you."

Seeing the good harvest, the wealthy high priest did not dare to use the knife on himself. He was angry and angry. When he was about to scold him, he saw the other party bending down slightly and pressing towards him.

The smiling harvest looks very approachable.

But Fengshou, who had a cold face and a wicked look on his face, was actually colder than the night breeze that he spoke to just now.

Looking at Feng Harvest with a murderous look in her eyes, the wealthy high priest's calf suddenly cramped and her heart beat in panic. She had a feeling that if she messed with Feng Harvest, the man in front of her might really kill her.

She sat motionless on the ground, frightened in her heart and wanted to kill the harvest with the hands of the gods, if the gods would listen to her.

Fengshou, who had a cold face, and his eyes were like sharp knives shot at this annoying person. The big black knife in his hand was placed on the neck of the wealthy high priest, and his tone was cold and cold: "It's easy to die, I don't mind."

The rich high priest felt the cold black knife and the approaching danger. His whole body trembled and his lips trembled: "Take it away first."

The big black knife in Fengshou's hand pressed down slightly, and the wealthy high priest felt the stinging pain on her neck. She almost cried out of fear. She felt that Fengshou really wanted to kill her.

Who will save her? She is so scared.

Fengshou's eyebrows were cold and thin, and his low voice made her heart palpitate: "This is our territory, don't come here again, understand?"

The rich high priest just wanted Fengshou to take away the big black knife and let her live well. After hearing his words, he nodded repeatedly: "I understand, understand."

Even if you don't understand, you have to understand. You should live first. When she becomes Ye Feng's female, she will definitely let Ye Feng kill the male.

Fengshou saw the viciousness and murderous intent in her eyes, slightly raised his lips and smiled: "It's okay if you don't understand. I'll let you understand."

He removed the big black knife from the neck of the wealthy high priest, brought it to her, and while pulling it like a big saw, he said: "With just such a light stroke, your neck will spurt blood."

"If I move fast, the blood can spray higher than the tree."

"If I move slowly, you will feel the pain of the knife edge pulling on your neck, and your death will be very painful."

"Then, I slowly cut off your brain. You can hear, see, and feel the pain, but you just can't cry out..."

(End of this chapter)