The appearance of the wild is as beautiful as a flower [System]

The Hethorn tribe was looted, the intruders left with their loot, the former tribe was in a mess, the outer stone wall was knocked open a few gaps, and there were several dark red bloodstains, close together Most of the tents have been destroyed, the animal skins are dotted with blood, corpses and heads rolled all over the ground.

The laughter of the people in the tribe seemed to be still in their ears. Buga squeezed the blood-stained spear tightly in his hand, and his naked upper body was covered with traces of battle.

Behind him, the remnants of the Hethorn tribe watched their ruined home and lost relatives weeping in despondency and despair.

Buga's voice tightened, and he let out a mournful yet firm tone: "We demand to save them!"

The remaining male warriors heard what he said, and raised their spears without hesitation. They wanted to bring back their families, and they wanted to fight!

Just when a group of people were about to leave, Qu was supported by someone and walked over. There were countless scars on his body, and a gloomy expression appeared on his pale face: "You who defeated the Yanyi tribe, immediately It’s going to be winter, and you’re going to leave the tribe behind to chase the captives, have you ever thought about what to do with the rest?!”

What he said made the firm eyes of a large part of the people start to become hesitant. They looked at Bujia. The patriarch had died in this battle, and now the tribe had to rely on Bujia.

Buga looked at him, and struggle flashed in his eyes: "It turned out that the patriarch was not chosen by the priest, but the patriarch chosen by the Father. We must rescue him, and those females and underages, they all It's the people of the tribe, we can't abandon them."

It was Yuan Fei again. This name seemed to ignite the anger that had been suppressed all the time. He threw off the person who was supporting him, and walked in front of Buga aggressively: "The patriarch chosen by the priest? The priest is dead." This time The invasion took away not only the lives of the patriarchs, but also the lives of the priests.

Qu roared: "Bujia, now I am the priest of the tribe, and you are the patriarch. If those females are caught, they will be arrested. We can reproduce again. For the sake of the tribe, I order you in the name of the priest, don't go! "

Qu, who was gentle in the past, now makes people afraid of his madness, and most people obey him after hesitation, because he is now the new priest of the Hethorn tribe.

Injured clansman, destroyed tribe, after a while, Buga let go of the spear in his hand, and he made a decision: "I understand."

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Yuan Fei stumbled as he walked, and the burning pain in the joints of his arms began to break out. He must have been dislocated. He stared at the back of Qi, who was pulling the grass rope on his wrist. When he came out of the way, his bone knife was stuck in the animal skin skirt at the waist by Qi. If he could get it back, the chances of him escaping with his little one, five little six, would be much higher.

The autumn wind is whistling, as if taking advantage of the coming of winter, to show all its strength, it is too dry, and the withered and yellow grass leaves on the soles of the feet have lost their watery life, as if they are about to melt into the soil when they are dry.

"Come on! Go!"

In the middle of the team, the captives who were tied up one by one by straw ropes could no longer walk. They were all female or underage, and they had already walked for a day. They were obviously much weaker than the male fighters. In the end, one of them A foot fell and fell, which caused most of the prisoners to collapse from exhaustion, followed by low-pitched weeping and shouting and cursing.

Yuan Fei stopped, he turned his head, his bright eyes were moist and silent, the middle of the team was in chaos, he couldn't see little one, five little six.

His body was jerked forward, Yuan Fei's soles were in a mess for a few steps and he stabilized his legs so as not to fall. He raised his eyebrows and looked up at Qi at the other end of the straw rope. Move head.

With a water bottle stuffed near his mouth, Yuan Fei neither spoke nor drank.

Qi pulled the grass rope and pulled Yuan Fei closer, an oppressive aura instantly enveloped his whole body, and the totem that was almost close at hand, extending from his left arm to his shoulder to his chest, was extremely ferocious.

Qi stared at Yuan Fei, then lifted the water bottle and took a sip, then put the water bottle back into Yuan Fei's mouth.

Yuan Fei: "..."

The mouth of the kettle was wet, as if it was still clinging to a person's hot saliva.

Yuan Fei turned his head back a little further, and said in a calm and serious voice, "You don't have to tie me up alone, tie me up with the ones behind you."

Yuan Fei was concerned about Xiao Yi and the others, Xiao Wu and Liu were young, and Xiao Yi's legs were inconvenient. According to the Yanyi tribe's way of traveling, they would be dragged to death.

Hearing Yuan Fei take the initiative to speak, Qi's thick black eyebrows seemed to move, his breathing became louder, and Yuan Fei could even hear his panting clearly, who knew that the next moment Qi would hold Yuan Fei down. the back of his neck, and forcefully poured the water bottle into Yuan Fei's mouth.

"Cough, cough, cough" was caught off guard, Yuan Fei was poured a big mouthful of water, the cold water moistened his dry throat, and there was a vague sweetness.

The body accepted the water faster than the consciousness, and the dizzy head, which was so excited, became more awake.

Seeing his delicate Adam's apple rolling up and down and swallowing water, Qi Zhi stared blankly for a while, and finally made a move.

Yuan Fei only felt his body soaring into the air in an instant, and the sight in front of him turned 90 degrees, and then a large thick, hot lump was pushed against his abdomen, and the blood all over his body rushed to his head.

He was carried on the shoulders by Qi, and the soft belly was stuck on his shoulders, squeezing his internal intestines.

Qi carried him on his shoulders, tested his waist with his big hands, then impatiently clasped them tightly and strode forward.

Yuan Fei: "..." He was talking about being tied up with the people behind, what the hell is carrying him?

The viscera in his stomach were about to be spit out, the arms around his waist were touching his skin, the knotted muscles seemed to be beating, strange and hot and powerful as if they were going to crush him in the middle.

Qi: "My name is Qi, and I will carry you."

Yuan Fei: "..." I knew you were carrying me when I stepped on the horse!