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

Han, whose eyes were as big as the moon, moved his arms, his muscles bulged, and looked at Xiao Yi who was beside Yuan Fei. After not receiving any sight from Xiao Yi, Han immediately put on a fighting posture, ignoring the field of vision. Wai laughed like a slap in the face: "Come on, Qi, I beat you, give me the little cripple."

However, as expected of the bravest male of the Yanyi tribe, all those who came up to challenge were basically beaten to the ground, leaving only Han who was still struggling to die.

The strong arms of the two collided with each other, and the sweat they secreted wetted the skin, forming a layer of honey-colored grease, which glowed with a lean color under the sunlight, and the totem on the arms seemed to protrude faintly with the swelling of the muscles arm, to bite.

"Oh!"

Han was thrown to the ground, and the crowd hurriedly took a step back, but they were still roaring enthusiastically.

This kind of rule of obtaining everything by strength, Yuan Fei is still somewhat interested, just like: if you go up, you go up, if you don't, it's the same, it's fair, but if the target is them, Yuan Fei's thinking will change up 180 degrees.

The undulating chest, the strong muscles of the shoulders and back, the panting sound has accelerated a lot in several battles, Qi said: "Are you convinced or not?"

"You take four of each? You took my little cripple, I'll serve you!" Han was panting, his eyes widened viciously, bloodshot: "If you give me one, I will take you!" .”

The expression on Qi's face remained unchanged, and a long and powerful voice came out from his chest: "Then beat until you are convinced."

"Aww! My hand is broken, it's broken!"

The next step is unilateral abuse and beating, so that Yuan Fei next to him looks calm but feels comfortable in his heart. It is best to beat Han to death directly, so as not to always miss Xiaoyi.

Naida: "...Yuan Fei, are you in a good mood?" The system expressed its fear when it asked this sentence.

Yuan Fei: "A dog bites a dog, and the mood is quite good." In fact, the best solution is to let them both lose, and then clean up the mess.

Naida was a little confused, and felt that his IQ was not enough.

The scorching sun seems to have reached the most sufficient heat, and the air has become very dry and hot, and the occasional wind is like the edge of provocative violent emotions, making people unavoidably irritable, and making the ongoing fight more ferocious than before.

The fallen leaves were rolled up, the dead branches were scattered and broken, and there was a loud "boom" flying out, which brought the fight to a successful conclusion.

Han fell onto a thick tree trunk. The surface of the trunk was smooth, but there was a bulge, and Han's back just hit there. Fighting again, the blue veins on the muscles burst out with sweat, and quickly softened after a moment of tension.

Already exhausted, he lost, Han clenched his fists, and unwillingly slammed heavily on the tree trunk behind him, the trunk shook, and the sparse leaves fell in profusion. He looked at Xiao Yi, but was caught by Yuan Fei's body. Blocking the whole thing, the two looked at each other, Yuan Fei looked at his furious eyes, slowly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a very shallow dimple, then Yuan Fei moved his lips silently and said a few words, suddenly Han, who had seen it clearly, bared his teeth and claws in rage, and threw himself on the ground a few times, trying to pounce on him.

"Han, you lost." The patriarch grabbed Han and pressed him heavily on the tree trunk: "As a warrior, if you lose, you lose. You can't attack the weak female who is about to become a tribe."

Han: "..." Weak female...Which eye is weak, only Qi will regard him as a treasure, and he can clearly see the words Yuan Fei said to him silently just now——

"waste"

Han: "...I'm so unlucky that I need a priest to drive away evil spirits for me."

The patriarch tried to encourage him: "In addition to Chitiao, there are many excellent females."

"I don't want it!" Han shook off the patriarch's hand, sat down angrily on the spot, and made eye contact with Yuan Fei in a daze, causing sparks to fly.

Here, Qi slightly panted and stood in the crowd, his muscles bulged and looked at the people around him fiercely, defending his own territory: "Is there anyone who is not convinced and wants to challenge, come!"

"Ho Ho Ho -" the crowd roared, but no one moved forward.

The priest shook the bone stick at the right time, the crowd quieted down, he was a little tired, the baptism took longer than he thought, so he announced: "Qi, they are all you—"

"and many more."

The priest's voice was interrupted. No one has ever interrupted the priest. It should be said that no one dared to interrupt. The voice seemed to penetrate into the priest's mind with vitality and immortal momentum, making the priest stop subconsciously and look at The person who speaks.

Qi looked aggressively at the speaker, but after seeing the person clearly, his thick black eyebrows stretched away, and the rough, bloodthirsty breath from the fight just now calmed down, he secretly wanted to show his best On the one hand, after thinking for a while, he cautiously raised his sweaty hand and wiped the leather pants: "You..."

"I challenge you."

It turned out that the voice fell to the ground, and the scene fell silent almost instantly. After a while, there was laughter and laughter from the crowd.

"Hahahahaha."

"Challenge Qi? Hahaha, Qi, the female you fancy wants to fight with you, come on, I can't win, what will happen later..." Qi.

Yuan Fei looked at the speaker indifferently, his eyes were sharp, his beautiful eyes were squinted, his body was standing upright, he didn't bow down like other captives with a frightened look, the whole line was so strong that it couldn't be cut down , so that the speaker's voice stopped abruptly, as if his throat was choked.

Only then did Yuan Fei turn his head, look at Qi, and moved his wrist bound by the straw rope: "I challenge you." It was like a calm conversation on the negotiating table.

Qi watched him not speak, Yuan Fei raised his chin slightly, the arc of his jaw outlined his clear neck line, so slender and graceful that people couldn't move their eyes.

The lines around Qi's mouth tightened: "I said, you are not yet an adult, I will not accept your challenge." What if I break him, his wrist is not as thick as his own two toes, no way , No, absolutely not.

"Heh." Yuan Fei smiled, and the corners of his mouth swayed, causing dimples to appear on his face, making Qi's eyes suddenly hot.

"Is there a difference? It's just a totem. Let your priests baptize me now. Soon, after the totem appears, I will still challenge you, Qi." Accept the challenge." Now no one is challenging Qi except him, that is, as long as he wins Qi, the four people assigned to him, including him, belong to him. Since the Yanyi tribe distributes based on challenges and strength, he believes that The rules they will certainly accept.

When Qi's name was called out in a high-pitched ending, Qi's heart felt as if it was scratched by a small paw, and he suddenly lowered his head, rubbing his palms in the animal skin skirt again and again: "...I accept , win you, you will make me fuck."

"Of course." Yuan Fei answered the conversation almost immediately. When he spoke, his face was calm and unwavering, as if answering a very ordinary question, but the deep black pupils shone with tiny light, like a wild horse running wild .

Qi raised his head very excitedly, walked over with a few strides, dragged Yuan Fei together and knelt on the ground, fearing that Yuan Fei would repent, he immediately said to the priest: "Priest, please do the baptism, Yuan Fei."

"No! Brother! You can't be a female." Xiao Yi rushed over and grabbed Yuan Fei's arm: "Brother, you should be a male, no, not a female!"

Yuan Fei patted his hand to reassure him: "It's okay." The totem is nothing more than a totem, and it doesn't represent anything. Moreover, if they don't become females, none of them can survive. To survive, you must first have the capital to fight.

Qi's chest rose and fell, as if a little unhappy, Xiao Yi interrupted them, stretched out his big hand and was seen by the sharp-eyed Yuan Fei, and kicked his arm away with his foot, the bright eyes reflected Qi's appearance: "You accept it!" My challenge, I don't know who the loot belongs to, so don't touch things."

Qi was stunned for a while, then retracted his arm, and rubbed the other hand where he was kicked just now, without speaking, he just wanted to carry him away.

The patriarch stood aside and did not express any opinions. The challenge was in line with the laws of the tribe. Although it had never happened before, no one stipulated that females could not challenge males. The mysterious priest stared at Yuan Fei through the bone ornaments for a long time before inserting the bone rod into it. In the red-shaped bone bowl, the baptism began to grant the totem, the sticky dark red liquid had a strange smell, the top of the head sank, the bone stick fell down, and the dry fingers covered with the liquid approached his forehead.

The skin of that finger was wrinkled together, like a dry old tree root, and the nail on the fingertip seemed to be covered with a thick layer of dirt, black as a callus.

Yuan Fei exhaled lightly, and when the strange fingers touched his forehead, he even thought: the fingernails are so black, it must be at least a year since he hasn't washed his hands.

"May the Father bless and bless you."

The strange touch on the forehead, it turned out that there is no feeling at all, is the baptism over?

The surrounding voices seemed to gasp, and the nerves at the tip of his brow jumped sensitively. However, as if he had touched some monster, the priest withdrew his fingers abruptly, and took a step back with unsteady footsteps.

It wasn't because he didn't know why, and the uneasiness in his heart expanded, he hesitated for a moment, then turned his head to look at Xiao Yi next to him with doubts.

Xiao Yi's startled mouth has already formed an Oh shape.

Yuan Fei frowned slightly, and saw a dark red mark on his forehead, which set off his facial features with an ethereal aura, the marks were as dazzling as fire, but his forehead was as smooth as silk, let alone a totem, There are no traces.

The priest's voice trembled from above: "...Kill, kill him!"