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With each word and gesture, the young servant finally spoke out his final intention, which made the corner of his mouth turn into a vivid smile. At this moment, even if the red sand on his face was covered by a red blush, he could still see a hint of charm in this tiny curve.

"How about I give him a piece of jerky? I don't need something like that, do I?" Red Sand's words made little Servant Ji suddenly widen his eyes and reveal an expression of disbelief. He said in surprise, "The three claws even gave you some dried meat?"

At this point, a trace of hesitation and struggle flashed across Little Chenu's eyes, but the alert and sensitive red sand remembered every trace of change in his eyes, didn't say anything and only waited.

Little Chenu coveted the red sand and tried to trick it, but he was too young to make up lies. An old Chenu who only knew how to put bread in people was the biggest flaw, Chenu rarely had the opportunity to get the bread that only warriors could eat, the little Chenu who went out did not even exist, they could not have bread, it was for the red sand.

The second flaw was that he could exchange something for a biscuit. A lie required more lies to cover up, and that was what little Chenu did. In order to make up a lie, he said that he could exchange something for a biscuit.

The third flaw was the hesitation of little Chenu. Little Chenu's hesitation was not because he had found it on his conscience, but because the appearance of jerky made him feel conflicted, because it was impossible for this jerky to be eaten by his mouth. There must be other Chenu behind him, all of them were older than him, bigger than red sand, which was why he hesitated, just like a person who saw a million dollars and suddenly realized that he could only get 10 yuan of lost.

Red Sand didn't want to kill anyone, and Servant Chi wasn't an inhumane animal, but she had to kill little Chenu. If little Chenu didn't die, she would die, and she wasn't afraid of death, she just wanted to see the peak before she died, and that was the only reason she hid in the tribe.

Little Chenu laid on the ground with his eyes wide open, his dirty face was covered with blood. Red Sand looked at Little Chenu with a little bit of guilt in her eyes, but she resolutely reached out her hands to grab the dirty and smelly bag of dead grass from Little Chenu's body.

The red sand returned to its peak state as if it was the same as when Little Chenu was killed by her. The fur coat that was originally on Little Chenu was washed clean, as if she was asleep. The entire tribe knew that the only Chenu that could wear fur clothes was the red sand, and now, the red sand was dead …

Although it was just a conflict between two tribes, it was like a fierce wind before a storm. The mountain did not know that he would be caught up in it, so at this moment, he was not worried about his little red sand in the tribe. Instead, he was worried about the hundreds of women and children who were not far from death.

"If we leave, what will they do? They won't be able to hold on until we return … " Chu Feng pointed at the women and said to the poles. His anxiety could not be seen. The poles only looked at the fiery clouds and said, "All of you will die here, including me and you …"

His words were like a sharp knife stabbing into the mountain's heart. The women and the slave all looked at him eagerly, he could feel the heavy responsibility from these expectant eyes. Since these people all recognized him as their master, he had to take responsibility.

"Three Claws, even if we were to return, they would be able to survive. A portion of them would be able to survive …" He could not help but comfort her. He did not dare to look at the peak to avoid looking at it. Obviously, he had something wrong with his heart.

"Can we survive? How many were there? How do they survive? " Feng Feiyun asked again and again, but Fang Pi didn't answer. Even the woman who was taking care of him had a sad look on her face.

"Are you saying that if we leave, someone will drink the blood of others just to survive? If you leave a man behind, will a man drink a woman's blood? If you leave a woman behind, will a woman drink the blood of a child? Or let the child drink his own blood? "

Feng Feng Feng was not a fool. He understood from their eyes, and he immediately roared out. He revealed a bitter smile and sighed: "If you didn't wake up tomorrow, I'm afraid you would have to drink too..."

It was not a mockery, but the helplessness of Servant and Servant Girl. Feng turned around and saw groups of dead horned cicadas had already been drained of all their blood and stiffly piled up into a small hill. He suddenly came back to his senses, turned around and asked the pole: "How many days have I been unconscious for?"

"What should we do? What should he do? Even if I wake up early? Why didn't Black Claw leave more water? "Why …"

He was not a Black Claw, he was not a barbarian. He could not stand by and watch hundreds of people biting and sucking on each other like wild beasts because of the lack of water. Allow each other's blood.

"Three Claws, we are ready. Let's go …" Feng Ji didn't have the ability to turn the situation around, and he didn't want to drive him crazy, so he made a plan. No matter what, he had to let him live.

Without the slightest hesitation, Chi Ya stood on the side of the pole. The most important thing was for Feng Feiyun to survive. He couldn't care less about those servants and children. All the women and children added together were not as important as a hair on the peak. Someone who could kill the terrifying god of death was destined to be a legend, and he was destined to be the most important subordinate of a legendary.

"No …" "We can't go, I can definitely think of a way to use my helmet to bury it in the damp ground. There will be dew on the night of the wilderness, and by tomorrow there will be water …" "Or a plastic bag with a transparent plastic bag tied to a branch. A plastic bag can hold at least one glass of water, and …"

"Three Claws, what exactly do you want to say? What is a helmet? "What's a plastic bag?" The pole shouted loudly, interrupting Chu Feng's mutterings. Chu Feng's mind was in a state of chaos right now, with only a few hundred pairs of hopeful eyes in sight. This kind of gaze was going to drive him crazy.

With a rare look of begging in his eyes, but the pole didn't even look at him, it just turned and said to the four robust Chenu: "Rise..."

He wanted to move, but it was as if his entire body was pressed down by a huge rock, he could not muster up any strength. In his conflicted mind, another voice kept saying, "You have no choice, forget it …" "You have no choice, forget it …"

Every time this voice rang out, the perseverance in Feng Feiyun's heart would soften, and his unwillingness to give up would grow stronger.

"AHH!" A shrill cry rang out from behind the peak, and the women, realizing that they had been abandoned once again, began to cry. The first cry caused all the women to cry, and all the cries combined formed a tsunami that enveloped the peak, and their hearts also rose high in the waves of the tsunami.

"Stop …" "Stop, I can't leave, I can't leave …" Chu Feng struggled fiercely, as if he was tied up with more than ten restraining belts. But in reality, his body was devoid of anything, just constantly twisting and turning.

"You're not allowed to stop. Three Claws, I know you're not feeling well, but you don't need to die with them. It doesn't matter if I die, you can't die, you're dead, what about the tribe …"

The warriors of the tribe had always been born for the tribe, and died for the tribe. Therefore, he was willing to follow Black Claw and charge into despair. Even if he was left here to die, he would not resent it. Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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