Chapter 475 (1/2)

Dong muying was screamed by the chief's thorns, covered with bloodstains, scurrying around in the brambles to avoid, bared his teeth like a monkey.

At last she couldn't carry it. She whistled for her shrike mount, and ran away in a moment.

”Hum

Chieftain Ji was still angry. He threw away the thorns with hatred, adjusted his mood and returned to the crowd. He said with an apologetic smile to Ye Xi: ”the little boy has blocked you up. When she comes back, I will catch her and let you take a meal to relieve the hatred.”

In fact, ye Xi was enjoying himself.

”Chieftain Ji is too polite. She is not malicious. Let's expose it like this.”

Chieftain Ji looked at Ye Xi's face, and was very happy when he recognized that he didn't care. He said in a loud voice,

”a distinguished guest from afar, a wizard from Xicheng, please show your face and let our Ji tribe treat you for a few days. We will treat you with the most delicious food

In fact, there are two reasons why chieftain Ji is so enthusiastic.

One is because he appreciates Ye Xi's mind.

We should know that every tribe's sorcerers are respected and worshipped by their own people, which also causes most witches to have a high mentality. As ye Xi was offended, he was not so tolerant.

Another reason is that chieftain Ji has been thinking about finding a reliable ally for his tribe.

The tianmang tribe was suddenly destroyed. The Ji tribe, which is weaker than tianmang tribe, is not fearless. Now the strange insects and beasts are becoming more and more powerful, but for their special tribal environment, they would have been unable to support it. If there is a powerful tribe that can keep watch and help, they can also be at ease.

With such a mind, chieftain Ji warmly pulled Ye Xi and insisted that he stay in Ji tribe for more than a few days.

Ye Xi agreed with the situation.

Night soon fell.

The place where the thorn tribe entertained him was a relatively spacious open space.

The thorns here lack moisture and are very flammable. The thorn vines in this open space are nearly three meters above the ground. As long as you are careful when lighting a campfire, the hot smoke will not ignite the dry thorn vines around. It is a rare place in the thorn tribe to open fire.

A fresh plucked wild pheasant is roasted over a bonfire.

Dozens of Ji tribesmen sit around.

The sound of dry firewood, the golden tongue licking the snow-white pheasant meat, constantly emitting heat and aroma in the night, and the throat of the thorn tribe people around them is surging and swallowing in secret.

Chieftain Ji took out the salt pot, sprinkled a handful of salt with his hand, and cut a leg of the Tragopan with a bone dagger and handed it to Ye Xi.

Ye Xi: ”thank you very much.”

Chieftain Ji said with a smile, ”you are welcome.”

He kept cutting a small piece of steaming pheasant meat and handed it to Ji Wu. Ji Wu takes the meat, tears the white pheasant meat into strips, and chews it slowly in the mouth.

The meat of a fierce beast is high in energy. His body is not as strong as a soldier. He must eat it slowly.

After the chieftain Ji distributed the meat to the two witches, he and other thorn tribesmen began to eat the dried corpses hanging on the thorns, which were dry and hard, and tasted very bad.

But no way, this place is only enough to light a bonfire, otherwise the thorns may be ignited.

Ye Xi nibbled at the hot pheasant.

He was surrounded by huge black thorns. In the dark, he suddenly thought that he was in the cave, but there was red moonlight and night wind in the gap between the thorns, which made him understand that he was under the thorns.

There are naked buttocks of children attracted by the fragrance, hiding in the distance, biting their fingers, watching the barbecue on the campfire, salivating.

When ye Xi thought of the dead child in Xi City, his heart softened and waved to the child.

The child came tumbling over.

Ye Xi gave him a small piece of pheasant meat and asked in a warm voice, ”how old is it?”

The child looked at Ye Xi cautiously. Without speaking, he suddenly put the piece of pheasant meat into his mouth, raised his neck and swallowed it whole.

”Claw!”

Around the thorn tribe people immediately drink.

The energy of brute meat is too overbearing for a child. Even the thorn witch has to eat a little bit slowly. The child who swallows the meat may die under the impact of this powerful energy.