Chapter 107: Times 107

"Nine winds, you can help me a lot." Strictly put all the praise words into the nine winds.
Even if the nine winds don't understand much, I know that its little two-legged monster is praising it. He happily kneels down and puts his head on the backrest of the soil chair, and makes a pleasant sound in his throat.
"After a while, you can play around here, but be careful of human attacks, don't worry about me, what do you want to do."
"Oh." The two tender meats are for you. Don't eat the other two feet.
"Okay, but the two are too much. I eat the most tender part and throw the other scraps to them."
Nine winds turned to the head, listened to silently explain the meaning of the scraps, understand, it is the part that it does not like to eat silently. And it often keeps the parts that you don't like to leave, letting other beasts and birds feed.
"Oh." Yes, we don't eat them and throw them at them.
Strictly laughed, and the accident happened at this moment.
Next, squatting at the big river, the big river and another soldier stepped forward to grab the arm of the old priest.
"Autumn adults were angered by the mountain and took him to the tent to recover."
"Yes."
"Oh!" The old priest glared at him and angered the two men at the same time: "How dare you? Let me go!"
The river and the soldier did not change their movements or expressions. The four hands clung to the arms of the old priest.
What Qiu Ning wanted to shout, was dragged to the side by a soldier behind him.
Several elders wanted to open their mouths and watched them coldly and closed their mouths.
The old priest was so angry that he was shaking. Sure enough, once the chieftain was absent, he was unable to control as he expected. His prestige in the warrior was too high, even surpassing him. Maybe, he really can't let the chiefs die, at least the current chief can still listen to him, and it is still the black people.
The idea that the old priest did not want his priest to touch his own chief had been shaken, and at this time, he walked up to him and said a word in his ear.
The ear of the original battle was fretting, looking up at the sneak whispering on the soil and the nine winds, and it seemed to feel a sense of urgency, and looked down at him.
The two eyes met and they seemed to understand each other.
The old priest suddenly snorted.
He stared at the old priest for a while, making sure that he had defaulted permission, and immediately signaled to the big river, the two soldiers immediately let go of the old priest and retreated to the side.
The river looked up at the white-headed boy on the soil platform and looked complicated. He had heard that the little slave was silent, and the ancestor of the ancestors was just a little like a little slave, but he couldn't help but wonder if the two would be the same person. Is that little slave not a priest disciple of the Yanshan people? He will also cure the disease and save people. Maybe the battle is lying, maybe...
The river is headless. If it is not a small silence, he can't be a warrior anymore, and it is even more impossible to survive this winter.
The old priest clenched his scepter and turned away, but turned back when he turned. He wanted to use the scepter to refer to the strictness on the soil platform. After seeing the nine winds, the scepter drooped, pointing to the sly, gloomy face. Said: "If the priest can't save the chief, how do you say it?"
"What to say?" The narrow eyes of the original battle were lifted, and the whole face became very fierce. "If it wasn't for me, I wouldn't come here. You can see it. You can see it. I left silently! Do you want to save the chieftain? You ask if you can't save the chief how to say, then what about you?"
I didn’t say anything, only approached the old priest. The river and another soldier immediately followed the old priest.
"You! Good! Good!" The old priest was so angry that he trembled again, look at the cockroach, then turned his head and looked at the two warriors with the same bad face behind him, and took a scepter and turned away.
He made a glance at the river, and the river would like to meet the old priest with the soldier around him.
The soldiers separated the road silently and watched the old priest strid back to the valley, and Qiu Ning also chased it up.
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The original warrior stroked the soil platform, and the soil platform was lowered a little. When the feet stepped on the ground, they stood up from the soil chair. "I speak, it is your people who don't want me to save your chieftain."
"This problem has been solved, the silent, our chief is already waiting for you!" 狰 let the road open.
Nine winds did not know that the situation was urgent. It looked down on the soil platform, and it vomited a wind blade to the original battle. It now knows that this strange thing is definitely the two-legged blame.
The original war stepped out of the wind blade, the wind blade landed, and a long crack in the ground was cut.
The soldiers didn't know what was going on at first.
Until the nine winds "噗噗噗" to the original battle, spit a few wind blades.
The original battle was dodged, and the patience did not rush to attack the stinky bird.
The soldiers looked at the roads that fell on the ground, and they were deeply scratched, and they were shocked.
I knew that the nine winds were playing around, and I smiled back at it. If the nine winds really want to hurt people, the old priests have already died, and the original war will not be so easily.
When the nine winds looked at him silently, he thought that he was so happy that he did so. He became more proud and directly killed the original war.
"Hey!"
After a volley in the original battle, he barely escaped the wind blade. He was also angry. The soil on the soil platform arched and grabbed the claws of the nine winds.
"Hey!" The nine winds broke free from the soil, and the brushed sky flew up. Its shape was too large, and it was empty, and there was no way to stand around.
The soldiers have evaded.
Oh, it’s fun! Come to battle, fight again! See how you caught my feet this time!
"A war, you play with the nine winds for a while, I am going to save people." Yan smiled.
The word "I don't think about it" has just been learned from the refusal of his priests to change his tribal rules in these few days - he asked the tribal rules to include the priest must be married to the leader.
I am helpless and look at them anxiously.
Strictly know that saving people is like a fire. If the chief is really breathing, he can't really get back to life. When the chief is dead, it is not impossible for some of his plans to go on, but it will become a lot of trouble. After all, even if it is saved. One hundred original tribal warriors may not be as useful as saving a chief.
"Nine winds!" Strictly pointed to the sky.
Nine winds and hoes, "桀" flew up to the top of the valley, silently promised it, tomorrow will let it linger.
Jiufeng stands on the top tree in the highest peak of the valley. He looks down at the little two-legged geeks in the valley. He then licks his huge body and suddenly thinks that if it can grow bigger, it will become bigger. It will be smaller if it gets smaller, so that it can stop at the top of the silent head and want to go with him wherever he goes.
The sky was dark, and with a slam, the soldiers ignited a torch.
Strictly let the eater bee also leave to find food, only the red wings and the thorns still stay on his shoulders.
Seeing that the eater was flying fast, everyone in the valley exhaled a breath.
The white-headed teenagers who don’t have those eater bees are not as terrible as they were.
In a short while, other non-war fighters hidden deep in the valley saw the soldiers’ heads clutching the torches and surrounded them to walk quickly.
The old priest has returned to this place, standing next to the chieftain, and he is cold-faced and wondering what he is thinking.
There are already a lot of fires on this open space, and the chieftains have inserted several torches in the open space not far from the week.
Qiu Ning was depressed. He was just stunned by the old priest. In a bad mood, he also sang a few words to the female slave who took care of the chieftain: "Where did you go? Didn’t you take care of the chieftain? If the chief Something, you have to die!"
The river looked cold and cold and watched the two play against the slaves.
Caomachi did not care about Qiu Ning, she was going crazy, many injured people need her care, there are so few people in the valley, she is simply too busy, although she focuses on caring for the chief, but watching so many people suffering, She couldn't bear to look at it and didn't help, so she helped wipe and wash, and didn't let the wound continue to infect like a small silence.
In the past, she had absolutely no chance to approach the chieftain, but now the slaves in the tribe are not enough, and the people who are careful, caring for people, and knowing a little herbal medicine are counted to count only her. At the beginning, the old priest did not agree to let her take care of the chieftain, but the old priest and Qiu Ning were also busy with many other things. There was no time to take care of the chieftain, and the chieftain had already... Finally she was sent The chieftain is around.
She also heard that the war was coming back, but she couldn't leave the chieftain and ran to the front to see it. She could only keep thinking when she was busy: the warrior is still alive, so what about the silence?
Strictly, I saw the grass town that is wiping the body.
Seeing this gentle and kind woman, the gentle lips floated a gentle smile. If there are still people in the original tribe to let him worry, the number is probably only one in Caomachi.
The carvings are good, the two brothers, the mountain and the river, they are all because they are useful to be kind to him, and Caomachi is really good for him, although she was only asked by her master to ask for care, but care The degree of people can be divided from one to ten. Caomachi can only do 10% for him, but in fact people have paid 12% sincerity.
I don’t know the strict default celestre, see him staring at the female slave, and said directly: "She is called Caomachi, and she will take care of people. I have seen that the wounded and sick who have been taken care of by her have recovered faster than others. And she died too little. She knows a lot, no worse than the priest disciple Qiu Ning."
Of course, I taught it! Smiled slowly. Although he did not teach much to Caomachi because of time, the knowledge made Caomachi a no-brainer in this primitive world. There may be no problem with Caomachi sometimes than some chaotic priests. He has some pieces of scum that have been lost, many of which are probably contributed by Caomachi.
When the carving stepped, he felt the meaning of the cockroach. If the white-headed boy looked at the grass, he would give the grass to the other party. However, he did not want to, Caomachi is his woman, he has not seen Caomachi as a slave, if you must give Caomachi to the white-headed boy, then he will follow Caomachi.
Caomachi heard the sound of the pace and raised his head subconsciously.
Drink! What happened? How come all the warriors' heads come?
The sight of Caomachi naturally falls on the two people who are led by the warriors.
That is……? !
Caomachi stood up and fell down with tears.
Everyone thinks that Caomachi is the only way to see the war, but the carvings, the big rivers, and the hunting all know who the grass-roots really look at. They also know that some of the herbs and caregiving knowledge that Caomachi now has. Where is it, because of this, Caomachi will be valued, as a slave, she can also be taken away with the tribe when it is occupied.
Strictly walked to the front of the animal skin with the hay underneath, ignoring the old priests and other people who were also standing next to the chieftain, looking down at the chieftain's situation, laughing at Caomachi: "You take good care of you."
Strictly speaking, there is no lie, the face of the chieftain and the naked/exposed wounds. This is obviously at the time of dying, but he has neither unpleasant purulent smell nor a lot of flies. He fluttered, indicating that the person caring for him was very diligent and that the wounds were handled properly.
Kusama's lips trembled, and she wanted to call her name.
The white-headed boy put his finger on his lips, and Cao-cho understood the meaning of the gesture and smiled with tears. Xiao Mo is still alive, so good!
Strictly turned to the original battle: "Don't let anyone approach me."
The original battle looked at you, nodded, and a circle of warriors came up and surrounded the open space.
Looking at the old priest again, the old priest only stepped back two steps. "I have to look here!"
The original battle was standing near the stern, and he would not let anyone close to him.
All the warriors’ heads and elders did not leave, and the chief’s wife and children came out. The chief’s woman was a very quiet and seldom-talking person. She was holding a child who would only lick her fingers and only stood by the elders. The man on the animal skin was tired and sad.
Others may be proud of their man being a chief, and she only feels tired.
Because her man is a chief, when the tribe lacks food, their child is always the first to be eaten, the first time she pleads, the second time she struggles, the third, fourth... she Gradually numb, she didn't want to regenerate her children, but she still had her fifth child.
She sometimes looks at the man who is about to die. If he dies, will this child live?
No one knows what the chieftain’s wife is thinking, and sits side by side with the chieftain.
Caomachi was shocked, she found it wrong now. Why do the soldiers’ heads look at Xiaomo with awesome eyes? Do they know that Xiaomo will have some magical ways to save people?
And... how did Xiaomo’s hair turn white?
Caomachi is not very concerned about the sorrow of the slightest vicissitudes of life. People here are like this, life is exhausted, food is not enough, people will easily get old.
"He is very hurt, and he is almost dying. It is probably the last two days." Yan said sideways.
The old priest disdainfully sneered, and everyone knows this kind of thing, I don't believe it, the chiefs are like this, you can save people back!
I was not disappointed, he just asked: "Can you save?"
Strictly only answered one word: "Can."
All warriors are ecstatic!
The old priest has wide eyes, impossible, this person is lying!
"I said that I have to pay a great price to save people, and your chieftain is too wounded and has a vital life. I can't cure him all at once."
"Of course." He said immediately, he did not expect the white-headed boy to return the chieftain to the state before the injury. "As long as you can let our chiefs live, as long as he can stand up again, I will give you slave."
Speaking with a stern smile, "I like to say the conditions well before doing things, lest everyone be mad afterwards."
He can ask the slaves of the original tribe to give him a slave, but he feels unnecessary, so that the clear transaction is better, saving him a lot of thoughts that he is not good at it. Intrigue on the corner.
Hey, understand, ask: "How many slaves do you want?"
"For the first time, I want a hundred healthy warriors and a hundred healthy women."
"No!" The old priest categorically refused before he opened his mouth: "You are a greedy hyena, the tribe does not have so many warriors and women to give you."
Strictly and not angry, just ask: "So, do you think your chiefs are not worthy of exchange for two hundred people?"
Can the old priest say that it is not worth it? He couldn't say that he could only look at the heads of other elders and warriors, and he said with a gloomy face: "Do you agree with this exchange?"
Finally, I asked him once and for all: "Can you really save our chieftain?"
If it was the sternness of past lives, he was repeatedly suspected and questioned by the patient's family. He had already turned his face and left, but now he was patient, and he could reply with a smile again: "Yes."
"Good!" He promised: "I will give you one hundred soldiers and one hundred women!"
"Very good, the second rescue, if you need it, let's talk again." Yan is simply satisfied with the sly, he hates bargaining, the old priest obviously wants to press the "price", but he does not cooperate with him. ,This is good.
The transaction price was negotiated, and there was no such thing as a sneak peek. He directly held the right hand of the chieftain.
Seeing the white-headed boy holding the chief's hand, he closed his eyes and stopped talking, and the scene became very quiet.
Can be quickly, some people exclaimed, is close to Qiu Ning.
This young boy is unable to control his emotions. He has been staring at the white-headed boy, and his eyes have seen his face become a little old.
Strict changes, people who stand around him have seen it. Even if someone can't see his face, the body that the teenager is gradually dying is also indicating that he is consuming.
The original battle was very difficult, so uncomfortable that he did not want to stare at it again, but he forced himself to look at it.
Every time he blesses others, he feels that the heart is constantly being stabbed by something sharp. He is not willing to bless others, including him.
Strictly at this time, I also shed tears in my heart.
If the life of a person is calculated in accordance with one hundred, the chieftain will probably only have o.1, and he will "bless" him, not the same as blessing others. Although he is blessed, many people I can't use how much vitality he uses, but he actually spends 5% of his life limit on the ground.
Such a blessing does not say that five times a day, that is, once a day can make him suffer a whole day, but this consumes half of vitality, although it is not real consumption, but the pain actually exists on the ground.
"God! The chief, he, he..." The carving pointed to the chief's body and was incoherent.
Not only the carvings, including the old priests, all the people who stared at the chiefs found magical sights that they could not imagine.
The wounds of the chieftain are healed. Although the light of the torch is not as good as the white, they can still see that the color of the black and rotted wounds is changing rapidly. They also see the black liquid like the dirt flowing out of the wound and gradually becoming bright. red.
When the blood turns red, the wounds gather more quickly, as if the snow surface that had been slashed with a knife was suddenly smoothed by hand, and the wounds became a red mark when they were gathered, and the red marks faded a little. Soon even the red marks could not be seen, and the wounds were like never existed.
The part of the bruising and purple bleeding is swollen in the disappearance, and the blue-violet marks are quickly dissipated.
It is wonderful that all the new injuries that will cause damage to the cockroaches disappear, but the old scars on his body still exist, just as the healers know not to waste vitality on the old wounds that are harmless.
The actions done in a strict manner have completely exceeded the imagination of these people. They thought that the white-headed teenager could make the chieftain wake up at most, but they didn't think he could do this!
This is not the power of mortals at all, this is the true power of God!
The old priest dropped his head. He didn't want to admit it, but the power of the other side was clearly the power of God.
Caomachi is confused. Is this person really silent?
The heads of the warriors almost put their right fists on the left chest at the same time. They didn't think so much about the old priests. They just saw the white-headed teenagers exchange their lives with their own lives! They even thought that such a force, such a price, two hundred slaves really is not much.
"Call-!" The chieftain suddenly gave a long burst of exhalation.
"Emirates!" A dozen screams rang at the same time.
The people outside are not aware of the changes in the situation. Many people even heard the shouting and even thought that the chieftain had gone to see the mother god.
But soon they heard a huge cheer.
"The chieftain woke up! The chieftain came alive!" The excitement and excitement cheered like a wave spread throughout the valley.
The people of the original tribe were happy and crazy. Many of the soldiers shouted and yelled. The women cried on the spot and the valley was full of joy.
Open your eyes and see the white-haired man holding his hand at a glance.
"Are you awake? Very good." The white-haired man gave him a hoarse laugh.
He slowly sat up and the old priest wanted to come over and was stopped by the river.
He walked to the front of the donkey, kneeling on one knee, his eyes flushed and said: "Emirates!"
"I just thought that I saw the of Gamma." He gave a bold laugh, and he did not open the white-haired hand, but clenched it.
Very comfortable, let him be full of strength, he is like being soaked in the warm, gentle, powerful power of God. Although he never experienced the power of the power of God, he felt that what he now feels is the power of God.
"Who are you?" He couldn't help but lower his voice and ask the white-haired person.
The white-haired man smiled at him and his body suddenly fell backwards.
The original battle hugged him tightly, holding him in his arms like a child, and letting his head rest on his shoulder. In this way, he has to bless him once and for all, but he does not spend much energy today. Instead of letting someone lie on the cold ground, or let others accidentally touch him, it is better to hold him. .
Picking up, facing the silence, using a wooden spear to slam the ground, and drinking at the same time: "Hey!"
"Hey!" At the same time, the heads of other warriors screamed at the same time and slammed the wooden spears to the ground.
"Hey! Hey! Hey!"
"Hey! Hey! Hey!"
The same drink, the same movement in the row of soldiers in the infection, until the soldiers of the whole valley all joined this behavior.
The original war was watching the soldiers with rigor, and he knew that the soldiers of the original tribes expressed their greatest respect to them.
Strictly squatting on the shoulders of the original battle, he was weak and said: "Let them not smash, and with that strength, they will bake the scorpion sent by the nine winds, starving me!"