Chapter 22

Yan Mo retracted his thoughts and sat up, so Lord Qiushi is likely to check my injury? "

You are the first person in this clan to use the big thistle leaves. In order to ensure that you will not harm others, and to see the effect, Mr. Qiushi will definitely examine your wounds. What's more..." Yuan Zhan paused, he didn't like your master well."

So...I want to make the priest who is not pleasing to your eyes not suspicious of me, I have to break and cut the long legs again? "Yan Mo's expression cracked for the second time after he came here.

Yuan Zhan pretended to nod his head in pain. Dahe, as a potential warrior in the clan, could remove the excuse that the herbs on the surface would affect the recovery of the injury and prevent Lord Qiushi from taking a closer look at his wounds, but you are only a slave, or mine. slave. "

So am I being implicated by your kid? Yan Mo managed to hold back the words "You are really useless", because he also knew that this matter had nothing to do with Yuan Zhan, and if he was like other slaves, the priest wouldn't have noticed him.

Dear Master, is it too late for me to escape now? If you are willing to let me go, I swear I will repay you in the future. "He was originally happy that God finally gave him some preferential treatment, but now he can only wish that God would give him a vivisection.

Yuan Zhan didn't understand the meaning of "Dear", but he also understood that the boy was expressing his indignation and dissatisfaction in his unique way.

The young man poked the boy's face and sneered: How far can you run? Not to mention whether you can survive alone outside in winter, only the wild shòu who is waiting outside for the winter will not let you go. Cut it, anyway, your healing ability is better than others. "

Niang Xipi! Anyway, it's not your flesh and bones that are chopped, it's not you that hurts, right?

There is a big difference between fresh wounds and old wounds, and the priest can't see it? "

At night, there are only torches for lighting, and Mr. Qiushi is old. If you put some mud on the wound and do some hands and feet, there is a good chance that you can get through. "

Slashes are not the same as animal bites. "There's a big difference between the two.

Yuan Zhan brightened his snow-white teeth, indicating that he wouldn't mind taking two bites for him.

Yan Mo looked at the young man's well-developed canine teeth, and suddenly felt that his right leg was very painful.

Hurry up! The chiefs and priests cannot be kept waiting for long. "

Yan Mo stared at the young man so depressed that he wanted to kill, but he didn't want to be targeted by the priests of this tribe because of his healing ability. Damn, what's so bad about this? Why let him meet?

Taking a deep breath, Yan Mo finally stretched out his hand: Please pass me the stone knife. "

With a little bit of urgency, he confirmed it again: If Lord Qiushi finds that my healing ability is better, he will..."

Yuan Zhan pulled out the stone knife, licked the edge of the knife, and handed it to him, and opened his mouth to dispel his fluke: Lord Qiushi has always coveted the bone meal in the hands of the priests of the Red Earth Tribe, but the price of the Red Earth Tribe was too high, which made him Lord Qiushi has been lamenting why the divine envoy did not come near the Yuanji tribe at first. "

After Yan Mo heard nothing, he took the stone knife and slashed it towards his thigh.

The blood flowed out, Yan Mo handed the stone knife back to Yuan Zhan with a pale face. You are stronger than me. Please cut off my bones. Please cut it neatly. "After he finished speaking, he grabbed the rotten skin and stuffed it into his mouth, biting it.

...he's so stupid! If the owner of Maotou accidentally cuts off his aorta, he can draw a line on his leg, and he doesn't need to draw himself first! Maybe that guide made him stupid?

Seeing that the young man did not hesitate to stab him, Yuan Zhan expressed some appreciation and respect for the young man for the first time in his eyes.

If this child hadn't been bitten by the wild shòu and abandoned by his clan, he would have become a very good warrior, right?

But since he can heal his wounds, why would his clan abandon him? Or did he and his clan accidentally get separated?

The young man touched the young man's face and waved his hand holding the stone knife down!

Woo-! "

The moon has risen to the treetops, the square is still very lively, and the aroma of barbecue can be smelled from far away.

In the tent, on the roadside, and on the square, people were entangled in a pile everywhere. The roars of men, the cries of women, and all kinds of voices were woven together. Tonight is also the continuation of this race.

Unlike the riots inside the tribe, at the entrance of the tribe that Yan Mo had never seen before, the soldiers in charge of tonight's rotation seemed not to be affected by the fiery atmosphere at all. With a wary expression, he observed the front of the tribe and the sky, respectively.

Yuan Zhan came to the chief's tent with Yan Mo in his arms.

The curtain of the big tent was open, and the two guards were fighting outside the tent, not squinting at the two of Yuan Zhan.

How could such a primitive tribe develop such a disciplined army? Why is the patriarch of the Red Earth Tribe called the Patriarch, while the leader of the Primordial Tribe is called the Chief? Are they yelling, or is there a meaning to it?

Yan Mo couldn't figure it out, so he could only put it down temporarily.

After Yuan Zhan entered, he threw Yan Mo on the ground.

Yan Mo rolled around on the ground, involving his newly severed leg injury.

Angry and cursed.

This dog X tribe! Careful priests! When he leaves this tribe, he must get back all the grievances and pains he suffered in this tribe.

The tent is quite wide. In addition to the talking chief and the old priest, there are also several warriors standing in it. Among them, there is Yuan Xie, the first member of the tribe whose force value is only below the chief, and there are four other warriors, namely Yuan Shan, The original eagle, the red jujube man, and a young soldier Yan Mo had never seen before.

After Yuan Zhan came in, he raised his right hand into a fist, bowed his head, and beat his left chest to the chief and priest. After the salute, he stood up straight, looked straight ahead, and did not speak.

Yan Mo found that the soldiers in this tent were all the same as Yuan Zhan, and even their expressions were similar. Yuan Zhan brought him in, but no one even gave him a second look. The chief and the old priest sat cross-legged and talked on a stone platform about one meter high. The stone platform was padded with flat stones and covered with thick shòu leather.

war. "The chief looked at the original battle.

The original battle took a step forward.

Is that your slave? "

Yes. "

where do you come from? "

A runaway from the Yanshan tribe. "

Why hasn't the slave mark been tattooed yet? "

hunting. Thorn tomorrow. "

Yuan Zhan's words were simple, but the chief understood it, and he looked at the old priest Qiushi on the side.

Qiu Shi nodded and asked: Do you know Daji? "

knowledge. "

Is this slave a disciple of the Yanshan tribe priest? "

no. "

Qiu Shi didn't ask any further questions. He had also seen the Yanshan priest and his disciple. Judging by the appearance of the slave, he was indeed not the same person as the disciple.

I have something to ask your slave. "

Yes. Yuan Zhan bent down and grabbed Yan Mo, who was lying on the ground, and dragged him to the stone platform.

Qiu Shi glanced at the injured leg of the young man and asked: How do you know that the weed is called Daji, and it can stop bleeding and heal wounds? Can it be eaten as food? "

Yan Mo didn't dare to raise his head and answered tremblingly, "Report to the priest, this kind of weed was taught to me by my father. "

Where's your father? "

Me, me and the clan fled, I don't know where they went. "The boy shrank a lot.

You are hurt? ' Qiu Shi asked knowingly.

Yes. "

Also used thistle? "

Yes. "

Qiushi waved and ordered Yuan Zhan: Take it apart and see. "

Yuan Zhan immediately squatted down and reached out his hand to wipe off all the gān grass wrapped around the boy's right thigh and the big thistle slag on the wound.

Blood flowed down the boy's legs immediately, and the boy trembled in pain, but he didn't dare to resist.

Qiushi got off the stone platform, walked to the boy's side and looked down, a strange smell rushed into his nostrils.

There were only four torches lit in the tent, which was not bright enough, but it was enough for him to check the wound, and he only needed to have a rough look.

The old priest covered his nose slightly, and saw that the wounds on the young man's legs were uneven and bitten-like, and the broken bones inside were barely joined together, but the broken cross-section was still very clear, and it was obvious that it had not begun to heal. These states are consistent with the fat dog.

The wound was a little dirty, but it was basically fresh, and there was no obvious decay. Moreover, the herbs did not bleed when the herbs were applied to the wound just now, and the blood did not flow out again until the herbs were wiped away, indicating that the big thistle leaves did have some effect.

Qiushi suddenly stretched out his fingers and stirred in the wound.

The boy screamed in pain.

The original battle did not respond.

Qiu Shi straightened up and said to Yuan Zhan: Cut off his leg, this injury will not grow long, winter is coming, don't raise a waste. "

Kill your mother! Yan Mo gritted his teeth in hatred. He was very careful when he scratched himself. As a result, the old bastard not only stretched his fingers and stirred in it, but his fingernails were old and dirty. If he was just an ordinary slave, this leg could grow well and cause him inflammation and infection.

Wait for winter. Yuan Zhan's words are simple, but everyone in the tent understands what he means. He means that if the young man's leg injury has not improved after the winter, he will do it.

Qiu Shi kicked the young man's injured leg, looked down at the young man's face, and asked suddenly, "Why don't you use a wooden board to fix the broken bone?" "

Yuan Zhan didn't understand what he meant, Yan Mo felt a chill in his heart, bad!

Chapter 17: The Chance to Escape the Horde

He deliberately didn't put a splint on himself, just because he was afraid that the priest would be suspicious when he saw it, but there was still a problem!

Is it because the old guy didn't cover it up the day he passed by, so that the other party could see it?

If it was true that he didn't cover it up that day, the old guy couldn't bear to mention it until today.

So is someone a whistleblower?

Yan Mo didn't believe anyone, even the master and servant of Cao Ding and the Cyan Tu family expressed their goodwill towards him, and he also had a certain kind of kindness to them.

But if it was Kusamachi and others who informed, why didn't they say it sooner rather than later, and had to wait for Yuan Zhan to come back?

Why did the original mountain and the original sculpture appear in the tent at this time? Are they really friends of the original war?