Chapter 219 Ginger is still old and spicy

When Buji and all of them had gathered, the patriarch Baluru came slowly. He glanced at the crowd and found that Baden was not there. He showed a puzzled look.

"Is the patriarch looking for the Baden Warriors?" The night came out in the crowd. Since they had a bad relationship with their father and son, they naturally did not let go of any opportunity to hit each other.

Baruru did not answer, which was a knowing question.

The night took a step and deliberately raised his voice so that the 100 people present could hear: "There is no need for the participation of Baden warriors in such a small thing as hunting. What does the food and drink of the clan have to do with him? Women are still important. I just saw the Baden Warriors go out early. Maybe they have hunted Zidian by now!"

"You..." Barulu secretly hated that this outsider was so abominable that he openly provoked Baden's relationship with the tribe.

The heart of Sima Zhao is well known to passers-by.

It was difficult for him to refute, so he could only follow the words of the night: "Women's things are really very important! Our ephedra tribe has to pay one-tenth of the population as a tribute every monsoon. If we can't keep up with it, the population will become smaller and smaller. One day, this tribe will disappear.

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help nodding.

Ginger is still old and spicy. This old thing raised the woman to the height of tribal survival, but took advantage of it.

It failed to provoke everyone's hostility towards Baden, and the night did not bother to continue to fight with Baluru. He returned to the Buji team and waited for the task to be assigned.

Baruru obviously had a plan. He first assigned the tasks of the other five hunting teams and specially took care of Chu Die's father.

In the end, only Buji was left without distribution. Obviously, there was nothing good.

Seeing that he "changed his face", he immediately changed into a compassionate expression and said to the crowd heavily: "The monsoon is coming. This is the suffering of our ephedra tribe. You are the pillars of the tribe. I hope everyone can work together to get through this disaster.

The deep voice, coupled with a bitter expression, immediately won the resonance of many people.

"Bugi, you are one of the ten warriors in my family, and I have high expectations for you." Baruru said something warm abnormally.

If you have nothing to do, you will be a traitor or a thief. The night came to a conclusion in his heart, but it was difficult to interrupt.

Sure enough, just after affirming Buji, Barruru put on the cover: "The disaster of our tribe has never stopped. As a patriarch, I have never slept peacefully for a day. I have been thinking about it for so many years, and we must make a change. Even if you can't fight completely, you have to come up with a way to better protect the people.

Old and not dead is a thief, and this cunning side of Baluru is shown.

"Psm patriarch, what do you want me to do, just say it." Buji was indeed a straightforward person. After being touched, his blood immediately surged up.

It's really a pig sent to the door, and the night sighed.

Balulu quickly gave a big praise and continued, "Bouji, your wild survivability is the strongest among warriors, so I give you the most difficult and important task."

Everyone listened and couldn't take their eyes off Buji.

"A tribe is close to us along the river. Before the last monsoon, they tried to get in touch with us, but then there was no signal. Buji, your task is to find this tribe, deliver my letter, and bring back their patriarch's reply. After saying that, Barru took out a sealed sheepskin roll and a broken piece of jade, walked to Buji and solemnly handed it to him.

"The patriarch can rest assured that Buji will definitely complete the task." Buji took it with both hands solemnly and hid it carefully.

It's really worthy of the old fox. This move is equivalent to indirect exile. It's clear to think about it with your toes. I'm afraid it's a lot of bad luck.

It is hard to say whether this tribe exists. It is a great test to survive in a foggy day. Under the condition of sufficient space energy, the night is still on the line, not to mention Buji and his companions.

The night realized that there was a big trouble. Barulu learned to sell it now and immediately returned the pit digging routine to him. But what's depressing is that he has a reason to follow. But in terms of safety, it cannot be fully guaranteed. In the absence of choice, there can only be a radish and a pit.

Everyone picked up their mood and gathered in one place to prepare to set off. Unexpectedly, Baruru led people to surround the night.

"Young man, since you have made a bet with Baden, should you keep the bet?" This old man wants to forcibly leave the wind chimes in the tribe.

There is no peace of mind to let the wind chimes stay in the night. This girl has no social experience and is stared at by the old fox. There will definitely be no good results. He also reacted relatively quickly. As soon as he expressed the other party's intention, he immediately said in a bad tone, "Povereer Balulu, you are at least a person with a good face. How can you be embarrassed to cheat a woman with this kind of dirty means? I'm marrying my sister, not selling animals.

This sentence did not leave any face for Baluru, and the dissatisfaction can be heard even by a fool. Baluru's face turned red and white for a while, and he only felt angry.

Buji on one side is still too tender. He thinks he has got an important task. His blood is surging and his mind is dizzy.

Not only did he not figure out the pros and cons, but he persuaded him: "Brother Night, don't go. I'll give you some food in advance. Your brother and sister will stay in the valley and wait for me to come back after completing the task.

The night sighed in the dark and said to himself, if I don't go, you still want to come back alive. But the atmosphere at the scene is delicate, and many words can't be said directly.

The wind chime is impatient and has a trend of rampage. But this is in other people's territory, and the details are not clear. If you do it rashly, I'm afraid you can't please it. The night quickly grabbed her and secretly told her a few words.

Jiang is still old and spicy. Bruru looks quite proud, showing a look of watching the play.

The night had a conclusion in his heart. He forcibly pressed his anger and said in a stiff tone, "Bahru, my sister's wind chime can stay, but who will guarantee her safety? I need a promise."

Baluru has never seen such a difficult young man. Step by step, it is difficult to leak. But her calculation has been reached, and there is no need to care too much about small details, so she blurted out, "As long as she doesn't go out of the tribe, she doesn't have to worry about safety."

"Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just in case." The night pressed all the way to give him a chance to severe: "If something happens, who will be responsible?"

"This..." Barulu hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed: "I guard the epheozhai, and I am responsible for it." As long as you come back on time, I will definitely deliver your sister to you safe and sound.

"Okay, since the patriarch said so, I have nothing to excuse." After saying that, he bowed his hand to the Baihao people present and said seriously, "I don't think the patriarch will talk nonsense. Please bear witness it. In case my sister has an accident, I hope everyone will not be unconscience and speak a fair word.

Buji's face was slightly puzzled. He didn't understand why the night had to follow his hunting team to take risks. But this matter has been settled, and no matter how much you say, it doesn't make any sense.

The night left the wind chimes in the square and waved goodbye.

The crowd in the square dispersed one after another, leaving only the patriarch and his strong confidant Sanhe, plus the few followers left. Baruru sent a lot of people out early, and both sides went hand in hand, ready to solve the matter of the night in one fell swoop.

"Sanhe," Baruru looked at the back of Buji and the night, knocked on the animal skull scepter in his hand, glanced at the wind chime, and said with a bad smile, "Take good care of me. This woman has stayed, so she can't escape from my Five-Finger Mountain. Find a few people for me and keep an eye on them.

Sanhe, with a thief's eyebrows and mouse-eyed, looked flattered and flattered repeatedly: "The patriarch is really wise. The outsider and Buji solve it together, and the soldiers don't have blood." After saying that, he secretly glanced at Feng Ling. Seeing that the other party did not look here, he nodded a few more people and whispered.

Fengling naturally doesn't know what Baluru will do to her. Now that the night has made a decision, she naturally has to abide by it. Even if it's unreasonable, even if it's jumping into a fire pit, she must do it. This is the difference in identity and her trust in the night.

Looking at Buji's group of people climbing up the cliff like apes, she also walked away. Although Bruru left her, he did not restrict his activities near the tribe.

Sanhe stared at the figure of Fengling, with a gloomy face. Obviously, he was not thinking about something good. He was entangled between his eyebrows, and suddenly there was a flash of inspiration. He turned around and said, "The patriarch... uh!"

"It's not good, it's not good!" A panting voice came. Looking back, it was a clan responsible for daily patrols. The man obviously ran over, with a panicked face and a confused breath: "The clan, patriarch, it's not good. Chudie is missing."

"What?" Sanhe was excited, and the ghost idea that had just been offered was swallowed again. He looked at Barulu and waited for him to speak.

Barulu waved the scepter in his hand heavily, and his nostrils began to breathe: "It's really unreassuring. This first butterfly is really spoiled. What on earth do you want to do?"

Sanhe quickly came up and carefully speculated, "Will she follow Buji's team? She seems to care about the outsider. Do you want it together..." After saying that, he made a gesture to cut his neck.

Bruru shook his head resolutely and walked a few steps anxiously, which seemed to be a little difficult to decide.

Chudie's father is a warrior. Once something happens to Chudie, it is bound to cause his dissatisfaction. The marriage of his son, Baden, is small, and the stability of the tribe is big. In case he finds some clues, the sequelae are not small.

"Come here," Baruru walked away from the crowd, and Sanhe quickly followed. Barru lowered his voice and said, "Go there quickly and tell those who pretend to be sand thieves to pay attention to hiding their identities. In addition, don't touch the first butterfly unless you have to.

After the order, Barulu returned to the crowd and dispersed his followers. He put his hands behind his back and walked alone to the cliff. The back is three points of bleakness, three points of swing, and three points of determination.

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