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"Phew …" He let out a long breath, raised his hands and slapped his cheeks to calm his growing anger. After a while, his stiff face softened and he forced out an ugly smile. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Then, do you know your name?"

"I know that. Grandma called me Bai Pi, she said I was whiter than other girls …" Finally being able to answer Chu Feng's question, the girl was a lot more cheerful. As soon as she opened her mouth, she kept talking non-stop, adding a few more black lines to Chu Feng's forehead.

"Okay, White Skin, take two people out and make a few drawings on your body with charcoal. Whether you draw on your arm or face, make one drawing on the body of dozens of women, ten children, draw on the body of another person. Do you understand?"

Feng Feng told himself more than once that nothing would happen to Red Sand, but he also knew that it was impossible for a child this age to survive. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel his heart ache.

Even if he and the tribal warriors fought and killed on the battlefield, they would not be able to blend in. Black Claw was a decisive leader, but he was definitely not a good father, and there was also his mother, whom he had never met.

Only two people could make him feel some warmth, one was a toothless, straightforward, lazy person, some little thoughts were harmless, and he was a good bad friend, and the other was red sand, pitiful and cute, making people feel heartache, but taking care of him, soothing his lonely and lonely heart, not saying much, but the concern in his pure eyes was most unforgettable to him.

He looked at the torch and recalled the bits and pieces of the red sands. They were both memories, but he no longer deliberately tried to find himself in the past. His mind was filled with red sands' eyes, missing teeth, and the occasional figure of a pole.

"Great Elder, we have completed …" While they were talking, the three sturdy yet somewhat lined young girls calmly revealed their entire bodies to the peak, causing it to be unable to help but be dumbstruck.

The peak had been slightly miscalculated. Charcoal was not a pencil, so it could not be evenly matched. Therefore, after the girl had drawn her face and hands, only her body remained. Her chest and abdomen were the best locations to record.

The first thing he did was to shift his gaze away, his mouth became dry, his heart was not at ease, as he violently jumped, his misty gaze somehow landed on the young girl's body, after that, he once again moved away as if he had been electrocuted, after three or five times, the hemorrhoids on his lips became a little impatient, and he muttered: "It's very cold …"

"Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty …" So perfect! Could it be that the bun drawn by the Great Elder is a woman's? In other words, the Tusk Blade was a warrior, the spear was a slave, and Little Rock was a servant? Eh … "Where did I count?"

With great difficulty, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, forcing his gaze to move to the young girl's face. He had once again counted the number of times he had successfully broken through the barrier on her chest, and when he reached her lower abdomen, there were a few marks that he had not seen clearly, but he immediately saw the empty valley of orchids under the black forest. His mind was blank …

Drops of blood dripped from his upper lip onto his chest. His eyes became empty, and the area between his legs started to revolt, the image of the peak made the girls all anxious, thinking that the peak was injured. The three girls, who were not hanging on a thread, swayed and tumbled around the peak, causing the peak's blood to spray out.

"Aren't we being too impatient?" Black Claw stood at the door and saw the peak after being rescued by the naked woman. He gloomily said to the second elder, whose eyes had gone black and had a bloody nose.

The Second Elder squinted his swollen eyes and looked at the peak, shaking his head: "The edge of the blade needs to be sharpened, the young eagle must be taken down from the abyss to learn how to fly, the third claw is the future master of the tribe, for the sake of the tribe, I can only let down the third claw …"

"Moreover..." "Moreover, even if it's not like that, Three Claws still won't get used to women. I think this and Three Claws have never been by a woman's side since they were young …" At this point, the Second Elder carefully glanced at Black Claw and could not help but take half a step back. Three Claws' mother was a taboo. If he angered Black Claw, then his eyes would no longer be able to see.

After a long while, he let out a long sigh, "It's my negligence, causing him to dislike women. From now on, I must make up for it, I must send all the most beautiful women in the Western Wilderness to the side of the third claw …"

"I'm afraid …" They were afraid of deepening the shadow in their hearts, how about … Shall we let him have a taste of a woman first? " Although he said that the extremes would be reversed, his idea was to strike at the bottom of his heart. If Feng Feng heard the second elder's idea, then no one else but the second elder would hate him the most in this life.

"Let's put these things aside first. Do you know about the slave that Three Claws brought back? Fifty blood slaves can kill more than one hundred Sang warriors, and the number of warriors in the tribe is not enough. If you want to flatten the tribe, you just need to wait ten years, I don't have ten years to wait, do you want to pick out a part of Servant Qi … "

Black Claw and the Second Elder's thoughts went further and further away. They left behind the peak blood loss and fainted among the women. Everything was hot and strange … Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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