Chapter 218 Night Conspiracy

However, it's okay to make such a scene. First, the matter of Chu Die is temporarily put aside. Second, the camp has been completely divided with the patriarch. It's better to use some more means to support a leader who is kind to himself in this tribe. For example, Buji is a very good choice.

After returning to the lighthouse, the night wanted to think calmly about how to deal with it next. Who knew that as soon as he climbed to the top floor, he saw that the first butterfly had fallen asleep on the bed.

This woman is also stubborn!

Seeing the return of the night, the first butterfly held up half of her body affectionately and put on the posture of water hibiscus. A pair of big eyes kept staring at the night.

The night's hand stiffened, his feet were unstable, and he almost slid down the bamboo pole.

The woman here is really, at least she covers her lower body. How can she not cover her upper body? Young people are full of vigor. Isn't this a crime? People here don't know what's going on. There is no sun in the sky tomorrow, but they are all dark-skinned. At first glance, they look like African refugees.

When the wind bell below saw the night froze on the ladder, he couldn't help leaning out his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Ah," the night panicked. Just now, the two women had made a lot of trouble. If they tossed around again, I'm afraid no one in the "night" tribe would want to sleep. In case you are caught by Baluru, the condom you just put down will be in vain.

"Fengling," the black clothes ignored the existence of the first butterfly and climbed down the bamboo pole. "There are a lot of things to do today. I really can't sleep. Why don't I sit on your side for a while?"

"Okay, okay!" Fengling is very happy.

The night climbed to the second floor of the lantern tower and sat by the wind bell bed with a dejected face. He was defeated by the perseverance Chudie on the top floor. Fengling's face was puzzled and showed a puzzled look.

The night did not answer, and he pointed to the top of his head. Then he put his finger to his mouth, made a silent gesture, and whispered, "That butterfly is upstairs. Let's sleep together. Don't pay attention to her."

"Yeah!" Fengling was very happy and posed as a pair of scissors. This is what I learned from the dark night when I was in Baicao Valley.

"Yeah, you head," Hei Ye gently tapped her on the head and climbed into bed.

The night here is really long. Three days, a full seven-two hours.

There is a first butterfly on the top of his head, and there is a wind chime around him who is naughty. Maybe someone outside is watching in the dark and live like a year.

The night can neither absorb the fog to practice, nor can it close your eyes. In the torment, wait until the fog dissipates.

Of course, there are many people in the tribe who are difficult to close their eyes, such as Buji, such as the patriarch Baluru, and his youngest son Baden.

The lamp tower of the patriarch Balulu is the largest in the whole tribe. Tonight's lights are particularly bright, with people coming and going, and there is almost no rest. Thinking with his toes, he must be making some special arrangements for the night.

The light came out of the window, and two shadows were lengthen.

"Baden, you idiot!" The patriarch Balulu showed no mercy and directly scolded his youngest son.

"Didn't it come from you!" Baden lowered his head and muttered in a low voice.

"I'm so angry," Baruru almost choked. He stagged around impatiently, "Why did I give birth to such a stupid thing like you? Can you use your brain before doing something? Don't rely on your lower body to think. Tell me what's going on with that coquettish widow?"

The coquettish widow had no big problem, but Baden gave her the fur of purple electricity, which took advantage of the night and caused Buji's extreme dissatisfaction.

"What's wrong with the coquettish widow," Baden said unhapproarly. "The buttocks are so big. Isn't it easy to have a child? You have been encouraging our brothers to have more women, isn't that just right?

"You..." Barulu poked Baden with his finger and almost didn't answer it in one breath. "I'm so angry. I'm asking you how the fur of purple electricity fell into her hand."

"Oh, this is the matter." Baden said indifferently, "It's not a few women who want to quarrel, and finally get up with each other. The coquettish widow was so strong that she won in the end.

"Go, go, go," Barruru really didn't want to see this embarrassing guy. He directly drove Baden away. Finally, he told him, "That outsider is a little calculating. You have to be careful. In addition to bringing your team, I will give you ten more elites tomorrow. Get the matter done beautifully. If you are empty-handed, the position of patriarch will fall into the hands of others.

"I know!" With an impatient face, Baden turned around and walked away.

When Baden went far away, Barruru called his most powerful men over again.

"Sanhe, you have to help me figure it out together. Don't let that outsider incite the emotions in the clan." Baruru really wants to do it secretly.

"Psagall, it's easy." Sanhe is a short and tough guy with some thieves. He said seriously, "I have secretly paid attention to the outsider. My nephew Hay also sent me a message. The man did not perform well in hunting, and his force should not be strong."

This is the best news Barruru heard tonight. He began to feel better: "Your nephew is good. Let him plan well around Buji. If Baden succeeds to the throne in the future, there will definitely be no less benefits for him."

"Then thank the patriarch first. I heard from my nephew that Buji has been a little restless recently. Do you think it will be too suppressed?" Sanhe's thinking jumped quickly and got involved in other things.

"That young man in Buji is actually good. Unfortunately, he is too stubborn and doesn't understand the world. He insists on working with Baden, so I can only be cruel." Baruru sighed. After that, there was a burst of silence, as if recalling something. He only heard him say, "Budge's father robbed the most watery woman in our stockade. That woman is really good, but she has to die with him. Why bother?"

"Yes," Sanhe echoed, "If you say that woman's brain is not good, it would be great if she had followed you in those years."

"Alas! No more, no more. Baruru also seemed to have some emotion. He walked to the window, looked in the direction of the night living light tower, and said, "Do you think Chudie will be as desperate as that woman? She is the best candidate for Baden's wife. If you tie her up, you can win a warrior for Baden.

It's not easy for Sanhe to answer. It's difficult for him to judge this matter.

Seeing that Sanhe was silent, Baluru pulled back the topic and talked about his next plan: "Tomorrow, you must find a difficult task for Buji, and the outsider will also follow. It's better to die in an accident. But I'm still worried about this operation. You are secretly sending some people to pretend to be sand thieves. If they are safe and sound, they will sneak up and at least kill the outsider.

"Pyaler, this is not appropriate." Although Sanhe obeyed Baruru, it did not mean that he did not have his own opinion, because the order of the patriarch did embarras him: "The rules set by the ancestors of the epheedo tribe are not to secretly attack their own people. You and I have swore."

"Swear, fuck swear." When Barru became irritable, he suddenly turned over, waved his hand and patted heavily on the bamboo chair, which immediately fell off. He suppressed his voice and almost roared, "You and I have swore that you must take the initiative to become a tribute when you are old. I'm the patriarch. I'm 60 years old, and I'll be on the road in a few days. You are a member of the clan, and you should go at the age of 40. If you want to be a tribute, you don't want to live two more years.

"This is our tribe. Why don't I count? Those who die must set the rules. I'm not convinced. I'm going to change the rules. Baruru accumulated a lot of resentment, and it all broke out tonight.

Sanhe had some opinions, but when he heard the patriarch say this, he was silent. Life is precious. Who doesn't want to live two more years? He hesitated for a moment and finally made up his mind: "Okay, I'll go. I hope the patriarch will not let me live for a few more years.

A bowl of water is flat, but it's still a joke in the end. Whoever doesn't have a little selfishness, who doesn't have Xiao Jiujiu in his heart. As long as you can live, what rules can't be changed? Baruru sent Sanhe away and began to think about the tribute. He must make a change. Maybe this outsider's incident is just an opportunity.

Naturally, the night didn't expect that there was such a complicated thing in this stockade, and I couldn't guess how Balu would deal with himself. He managed to survive the foggy day, took the wind chime, sneaked out of the bamboo building, and went to the square to find Buji.

As for the Chudie, if he wants to occupy the bamboo building, let her go. There are not many people coming to the square. It should be time to gather yet. At night, I walked around the square with great interest to watch the tall windmills.

The blades of the windmill are still rotating slowly, but the night noticed that the speed of rotation showed obvious signs of increasing. If the information revealed to the wind chime is true, then the monsoon is coming. The water of the river is about to go against the current, and the ephedra tribe should prepare tributes.

Baden came earlier than Buji. He saw the night and the wind chimes from afar, so he came with him arrogantly.

"Outsiders," Baden pointed to the night with a stick in his hand and said contemptuously, "What are you doing here? You should go back to the house and prepare your sister's dowry. Tonight, she belongs to me.

"Bah! Have your great dreams." Fengling was not polite. She didn't like Baden at all.

This guy is not far from death. Why are you polite to him?

The night smiled and hugged his fist and said, "Baden Warrior, I hope you have a smooth day today. Don't overturn the boat in the ditch. If you come back empty-handed, I'm afraid you can't stuff your skin in your crotch. Do you think so?"

"Well, let's wait and see." Baden left a harsh word and left with his men. Being sneered at by the dark night and the wind bell, he felt uncomfortable and difficult to attack. He was upset and left the ephedra tribe with a group of men.

I saw Baden go far away, and the night and the wind chime would smile.