Vol 2 Chapter 495: -Tianxia

Facing a cold wind, Ji Zei couldn't help feeling refreshed.
After sighing, the thief stretched his voice and said: "This has been held in the house for dozens of days. I didn't even make a loom, Usma, fortunately, we are still known as the pillar of the Lihuo tribe's IQ. It."
Usma, who was following Ji Zei's body, rolled his eyes: "If A Jie also comes to help, we will have made the loom early in the morning."
Jiye kept shook his head: "No, this kid A Jie rarely knows how to work. You haven't watched him for more than two months. The logistics department is stupefied by keeping his management in order, and he didn’t make a single mistake. It made me want to deduct his salary, but I couldn't find a reason."
Listening to Ji Thief's words, Usma couldn't help but shook her head, saying: "The patriarch, next time you speak harsh words, it will be even more like that you can have a sullen face."
Ji thief laughed, with his hands behind his back, and his face was full of vicissitudes: "A Jie, this child is a rare growth, so talented, how can I be willing to let him be 97."
Usma pointed to her nose: "So, Lord Patriarch, you are willing to let me..."
Before the words were finished, a group of patrolling clansmen passed by and bowed their heads after seeing the Ji thief and said hello: "My patriarch."
Ji Zei gave a hum. After the tribesmen passed by, Ji Zei immediately put his hands down, and then tightened his clothes and muttered: "Damn it is getting colder and colder this day. It was this gloomy look four or five days ago. It’s going to snow but not snow, it’s dry and cold, and the face is cracked.
While complaining, Ji Pirate suddenly turned to look at Usma: "What did you want to say just now?"
"Oh no, nothing."
The thief suddenly laughed and said: "Speaking of Usma, when you were exchanged from the Black Mountain Tribe, why did you become thin like that? I also saw the other prisoners. Although thin, they are not as exaggerated as you. What's the matter?"
Usma looked straight at the thief: "Master Patriarch, have you been asking this for a long time?"
The thief nodded shyly: "Yes."
Usma sighed: "Actually, Lord Patriarch, if you don’t ask, I’m not going to say it. Don’t think I am so thin, but because of my thinness, I have saved my life, otherwise, You can't see me now."
Ji thief opened his eyes: "?? Usma, are you kidding me?"
Usma nodded and said with a serious face: "This is true. You know that I am not good at hunting the patriarch. It is because of this, that the tribe before me, I have no food at all."
Ji Zei nodded, he still understood this. Before he appeared in the Frost Valley Tribe, primitive people always adhered to the principle of being able to work and eating more.
If you hunt more, you will get more food.
"Because I can't get food, I'm even thinner, and because I'm thin, I can't catch prey."
Ji Thief interrupted and said: "It's like saying it's an endless loop."
"Yes." Usma said, and then said: "Later, when I was out hunting with the tribe, I met the hunting team of the Black Mountain tribe. Because I was too thin and didn't run away, I let the people of the Black Mountain tribe. I was caught. There were probably more than 100 prisoners with me."
Ji thief: "???? I remember that I obviously changed back 37 people."
Usma shrugged: "I've let it all."
Although Usma said it was easy and freehand, the thief still saw the panic that flashed across Usma's face.
It seems that the trauma left to everyone by the Heishan tribe at the time was too deep.
Thinking about it this way, I can't blame myself for his prestige after eliminating the Heishan tribe, mainly because the Heishan tribe is too inhuman.
"Then you just said that you saved your life because of your thinness, what's the matter?" Ji Thief asked.
Said this, Usma was a little embarrassed: "Well, I forgot the eighth or tenth day that the Black Mountain Tribe caught. At that time, the old male prisoners had almost eaten, so it was his turn. I···"
Before Usma finished speaking, the thief interrupted him directly: "What does it mean that the old male prisoner is almost eaten?"
Usma looked at the thief suspiciously: "Don't you know the patriarch? The Black Mountain tribe always eats old men first, then old women, then healthy men, children, and finally women. "
Seeing the confused look of the thief, Usma said: "They think that healthy male captives are better to feed than old captives and are not easy to die. Therefore, they eat old captives first."
The corners of Ji's mouth twitched: "This, this group of extinct beasts still know how to pay attention."
Usma followed with a long sigh: "I'm not the youngest one. The beasts treated me as an old prisoner. They originally planned to eat me, but later, later."
With that, Usma ran in tears.
The thief was taken aback, but thought that Usma was humiliated by the Black Mountain Tribe. When she was about to persuade, Usma cried out: "The said that I was too skinny. I was not hungry, so I threw me away for another prisoner~"
The thief who had already raised his arms and planned to persuade Usma to put down his hand, cursed and said in a low voice, "Go on, waste my feelings."
The thief cursed here, Usma stopped crying, flashing a pair of wretched eyes at the thief: "My patriarch, you said, I was so thin before, did you save my life? Or else, you now How can you see me."
For a time, Ji Thief really couldn't find a reason.
It seems that there is nothing wrong with it.
"By the way, Usma, no matter how thin you were at that time, you were still a male tribe. You followed the team to hunt, and you wouldn't get nothing." Ji Thief said.
When the words fell, I saw Usma's sullen expression.
Ji Zei stopped and looked back at him: "What's the matter?"
I only saw that Usma was a little embarrassed: "Well, it's such a patriarch. I was too thin and stupid, which broke the tribe's hunting plan many times. Finally, when the patriarch was angry, he threw me at the female tribe. In the pile, let me go out with them to pick fruit."
Ji thief: "···"
"In the Frost Valley tribe, Xue could catch the prey by himself, Usma, you are a little too thin." Ji thief screamed, some don't know how to say it.
Usma just smiled.
The two of them talked all the way, and unconsciously, they came to the northwest mountain wall in the valley.
The thief looked at Usma and asked, "Climb up?"
"Hmm!" Usma nodded.
Ever since, the two climbed the mountain all the way.
"By the way, Lord Patriarch, what was your life like before? I heard Master Xue said that when she first met you, you were caught by the Black Mountain Tribe? Is it true?" Climbing, Wu Sima asked suddenly.
The thief nodded: "Yes."
Usma said in surprise: "Then how did you escape? You are so... uh... so..."
Usma originally wanted to say how the Ji thief had such a low force and escaped from the sturdy Black Mountain cannibals, but when she thought that she would definitely suffer from such a question, she didn't know how to say it.
On the contrary, Ji Thief’s eyes turned melancholy: "Me? I was just a muddle-headed kid this year ago. I can't afford a house or a car. In our words, it's poor. Cock wire."
Usma was taken aback and looked at the thief in surprise.
After such a meeting, the two had already reached the top of the mountain. Ji thief stopped, looked up into the distance, sighed faintly, and then said: "It is hard to send a cruel heart. I want to go to the suburbs to relax. I am still confused. I came here, and, on the first day, I almost got a gouge. Speaking of which, the degree of hardship we both suffered was half a catty."
Usma pointed to her feet, and asked the weak: "Master Patriarch, do you mean a large mountain range here?"
Ji Thief thought for a while, and said that this primitive era is essentially the same as the large mountain range, and it is almost the same, so he nodded.
At this moment, a piece of ice fell in the sky.
Ji Zei raised his head and watched, a snowflake fell on his forehead, instantly melted into water by his body temperature, and rolled down his forehead.
"It's snowing." Ji Thief sighed.
Usma nodded and said, "Yes."
Ji Zei carried his hands on his back and squinted at the distance.
Usma looked around, broke a dry tree branch from the ground, took off the animal skin robe, and used the tree branch to hold it as an umbrella, and propped it over the head of the thief.
Snow flopped down, but in about twenty minutes, it covered the earth with a layer of silver.
Ji Zei pointed to the piece of silvery white, then turned around and asked Usma: "What did you see?"
Usma: "What what?"
The thief laughed loudly and said the pretending lines that he had thought about for twenty minutes.
"The world!"