my angel

Chapter 27 The most beautiful man

Hee hee, it is a rare blessing to see you.

Yeah, yeah, the patriarch never let him out.

But it is said that he has a hundred women.

One hundred is also less, just when they go to their caves to spend the winter every winter, there are not only one hundred women from each tribe.

You have to get rid of the dead ones.

Stop it, stop it, come on.

He Qinghuan sprinkled the seasonings and watched a group of people coming over in a mighty manner.

It turned out to be a flat bed that looked like a small bed, and a young man was sitting on it.

On the head is a crown made of colorful feathers, the upper body is bare, and the ornaments hanging around the neck hang down to the chest.

There are animal teeth, beautiful shells, feathers, and colored stones.

Underneath is the animal skin skirt of a saber-toothed tiger.

Sure enough, the most beautiful primitive people I have ever seen.

The people who carried the bed for him were four strong men, but there was a burn on their faces, on the forehead.

There are also people with such burn scars in the crowd behind.

How is this going?

Passing by the barbecue stand, the scent and the crowd attracted the pace, and the beauty said: "What is this?"

Sister Meihua hurriedly replied: "It's kebabs, very delicious."

The beauty said: "I can smell the fragrance from a long distance, first give me two skewers to taste."

He Qinghuan turned over the skewers without looking up.

Sister Plum Blossom said, "These fifty strings have already been sold to this brave man. I have to ask him first."

Turn around and ask the warrior next to him, the warrior looks at the beauty with superior looks and bows

"It's our honor to invite the distinguished Master Luan Xi to eat mutton skewers. Our patriarch will be happy when he finds out."

Luan Xi nodded in satisfaction: "Which tribe do you belong to?"

The warrior replied: 'We are from the deer tribe. "

He Qinghuan listened to the conversation between the two, wishing he could get goose bumps all over his body, primitive people also know how to flatter?

What he didn't know was that all the nearby tribes would go to Luan Xi's tribe's cave to spend the winter in winter.

Otherwise, the only result is freezing to death in the tent.

Therefore, any tribe would flatter Luan Xi's Aruguya tribe, let alone Luan Xi.

Luan Xi asked He Qinghuan: "Are you ready? I'm hungry." With a noble, lazy and coquettish look.

With a smug face, He Qinghuan picked up two skewers of roasted fragrant and flowing oil, fat and thin meat skewers, and handed them to his attendants.

Luan Xi looked at him and suddenly laughed: "What an interesting person." "

He took a bite of the skewered meat and chewed it gracefully, which was really different from those primitive people who jumped at the sight of eating.

This is the grace of someone who has never been hungry since childhood.

He hummed in his nose: "Sure enough, it's delicious, I'll eat this at night."

The entourage came over immediately and made an appointment with Sister Meihua for twenty skewers of mutton skewers for the evening.

What was thrown to her was a sky blue stone.

He Qinghuan stretched out his head and saw that it turned out to be a turquoise that Luan Xi was also wearing!

If the turquoise is perforated, there must be something hard, such as iron, isn't it?

Aluguya tribe already have iron?

Immediately ask someone to bring Bai Fucheng back, show him the turquoise, and tell him that the turquoise Luan Xi is wearing has holes.

Bai Fucheng only felt a burst of cold sweat on his back, if Aruguya had iron tools, that would be fine. . . . . .

It felt horrible.

Of course they wouldn't use the iron pan first when they had iron like He Qinghuan did.

They will make weapons, such as spears, such as machetes, and turn all stone weapons into iron!

That means that if someone is restless this winter, they will be killed by the top!

Bai Fucheng's expression was serious and dignified, He Qinghuan was a little uncomfortable, he had never seen him like this before.

However, because of his leadership, the Big Bear tribe has developed too fast in the past few years. This year, it merged with the Alpine tribe and eliminated the cannibals.

I'm afraid it has aroused the fear of Ojid, the hardline patriarch of Aluguaya.

The cost of going into the cave this winter may make the lion open his mouth. Although I have prepared enough food, I am afraid that even if I offer it to him, it will not satisfy him.

He Qinghuan asked him worriedly, "What's wrong?"

Bai Fucheng forced a smile: "It's okay, I'll talk to you in detail tonight. Look at your pretty face, take a break. I'll come."

The warrior's fifty mutton kebabs were taken away, and many more orders came.

Sister Meihua sent someone to change the clay pot and came back to cook haggis soup for the God Envoy.

In the evening, Luan Xi's attendants came to pick up the ordered twenty skewers of mutton skewers and sent them back to the camp they had reserved for them in the Dajiang Tribe.

He Qinghuan asked Bai Fucheng: "Why do they have burn scars on their faces?"

Bai Fucheng took the food: "Go back to the tent and talk with you in detail."

The two chatted while drinking mutton soup, and Bai Fucheng told He Qinghuan all his analysis,

Finally, he said: 'The Aruguya tribe has entered the slave society, and those with scars on their faces are slaves. "

He Qinghuan said in surprise, "Slave society?"

Bai Fucheng said: "Yes, in any social system, people always have a selfish, greedy, dark side, such as the cannibal Feis.

He is murderous, killing for the sake of killing.

And Ojid in Arugula is a dark person with a particularly strong desire, because a person with a strong desire has to work hard to realize his wish, so he has a particularly strong ability to act.

He kept attacking other tribes, and all the old people over 35 years old who were not dead were released into the mountains.

Women and children had no allotment of food, and only the warriors were fed.

And this is not counted, he later discovered that a more food-saving way is to be a slave.

The defeated tribes were all reduced to slaves, and their faces were scalded to show the difference from the common people in the tribe.

The slaves couldn't eat enough, couldn't wear warm clothes, and had to do the hardest, most tiring, and most dangerous work.

Those followers who can follow Luan Xi are lucky, at least they don't have to worry about their lives.

The other slaves were at the forefront of the war.

Now that they have iron tools, I'm afraid our tribe is no match for them.

Because of the warriors and old women in our tribe, the proportion of children is too small!

Seventy to eighty percent of their tribes and slaves are warriors. "

He Qinghuan was also a little anxious: "Then why don't we go to that cave for the winter?"

"Do you know how cold it is here in winter? Thirty degrees below zero. How do you survive the winter with a tent? Even if you barely pass, there will be a lot of natural losses!"

He Qinghuan gritted his teeth: "I have a way to keep warm in winter. I guarantee that no one will freeze to death."

Bai Fucheng looked at him, his handsome face showed resolute determination in the faint light of the fire.

She stepped forward and hugged him regardless of the heat: "Thank you, Qing'er, you are really a lucky star given to me by the gods."

The two of them were getting tired, and someone outside said: "Patriarch, Luan Xi, please come and ask your younger brother to talk."

"What are you talking about?"

"It is said that I have never eaten such a delicious thing and I want to reward it."

Bai and He looked at each other.

He Qinghuan said: "If I don't go, it will arouse his suspicion." "

"I'll protect you secretly." Bai Fucheng touched the Swiss Army knife under his skirt.

He sent four people to clearly follow He Qinghuan, and followed behind him from a distance.

When they arrived at Luan Xi's big tent, someone announced: "Lord Luan Xi, someone is here."

Then someone raised the curtain of the tent, and He Qinghuan stepped in.

Luan Xi leaned on the leather pillow and looked at the person lazily: "What's your name?"

"My name is Qing'er." He Qinghuan replied, she didn't have a surname at this time, so she only told him her first name.

"What a good name, who gave it to you?"

"My brother."

"It's the patriarch of the Big Bear Tribe,"

"Yes, Master Luan Xi really knows everything."

"Hehe, you really know how to talk." Luan Xi smiled, and she was really bright and charming, even more touching than the women in the tribe.

"What did you get on your body? I like clean people, go and wash him." Luan Xi ordered the slave to fetch water without asking for He Qinghuan's opinion.

He Qinghuan panicked, and hurriedly said, "Lord Luan Xi, I have a disease, which is a disease that grows on the skin. This is ointment, not mud."

When Luan Xi heard what he said, she became more interested: "Oh, is that so? Call the witch doctor to come over and show Qing'er what the disease is."

After a while, a middle-aged woman came in with a bowed body; "Master Luan Xi, what are your orders?"

Luan Xi pointed to He Qinghuan: "Show him, what disease he has, the witch doctor of their tribe said it was a disease on the skin.

The witch doctor of the small tribe has no experience, maybe you can show him. "

The witch doctor came and smelled it: "It's ointment." He smelled turmeric.

Luan Xi said, "Wash him up and take a good look at him."

He Qinghuan declined and said, "Don't bother the witch doctor, my medicine can still help."

While speaking, Luan Xi gave a look, the slave came over and grabbed He Qinghuan, and the witch doctor was holding a pottery basin, picked up the skin and had already washed his face.

In an instant, a handsome and flawless face appeared in front of everyone.

He Qinghuan yelled: "Don't wash it, don't wash it. I have a skin disease and it's contagious. It's called vitiligo."