Chapter 154: Primitive tribe (1) Happy Valentine's Day ~?

Ajin took Sanqi to the mission world. Sanqi looked at the towering giant trees

around him, and then looked at Ajin's dress, animal skin and fur coat, and a

pendant made of unknown beast teeth around his neck. He also wore a grass

weave made of weeds, wheat-colored skin, and slightly raised muscles on his

exposed arms.

Sanqi was a little scared and swallowed a sip of water. He gasped for a while

and ordered one to Ajin without looking at any task.

He licked his skin and said haha,

"Hey, man, where is this?"

Ajin looked up to the sky, the dense woods covered the sky, and only a little

blue could be seen from the cracks of the trees,

"Isn't this the task you are looking for?"

Sanqi kneeled, didn’t he dig his own hole and jumped on his own

"I...I didn't watch..."

"Prime society."

Sanqi widened his eyes, primitive society? ? At this time, all creatures can

only be divided into edible and inedible ones. He must be the weak bird.

He didn't hold his breath anymore and started to spoil Ajin's thigh,

"I'm wrong. I don't understand. You don't know me in general. Brother is the

best. From now on, what you say is what you want. If you want to die, I will

definitely not interfere. I beg you to save me Bird life!!!"

Ajin kicked twice and shook away Sanqi,

"Aren't you very brave? Solve it yourself."

What is guts? I do not know!

Sanqi flew again to hug A Jin’s thigh,

"It's my unreasonable trouble, I'm wrong. I'm a system, not a human, where is

the guts, sir, save me!"

Sanqi raised his head to look at Ajin, and tried to widen his bird's eyes, and

even tears began to appear in his eyes.

Ajin kicked him off,

"Go on one side and come here."

There was a rustling sound in the jungle, and a few children who were about

the same age as the original master jumped out after a while.

The little boy headed by is about one meter seven or five meters tall, with

his upper body bare and wearing only a pair of leather shorts. His chest

muscles are raised high and his limbs are strong and strong.

"Jin, we have found the herb. Let's go back."

A Jin's cold "en" sound, the little boy didn't care about her attitude, they

were used to it.

The original master Jin, living in primitive society, her mother is the leader

of the entire tribe.

is still a matriarchal society, with women in power and men in charge of

hunting and guarding. As men became stronger and stronger, their ambitions

also began to expand. They were reluctant to succumb to the ranks of men, and

they seized power and became independent. So the nature of society changed,

and the matriarchal society began to change to the patriarchal society.

It is in this large environment that the original owner's tribe was attacked

by a patriarchal tribe. The original owner's mother died in battle, the tribe

was defeated, and the original owner was arrested.

The original owner, who was only 12 years old, was like a little chicken cub.

There was no resistance. The more resistance he was beaten, the worse it was.

The original owner grew up wounded in violence.

She has a low status in the tribe, she has no personal freedom, and is even

used as a tool for childbirth, and finally bleeds and dies when she gives

birth to a child.

The original owner's character is reticent and his physical fitness is weak.

The election leader in the tribe is not hereditary, but the strong is the

king.

Her wish is to live and save her tribe.

When Ajin arrived, the original mother had been seriously injured and they

came out this time to find herbs.

The mother of the lead boy was the biggest popular candidate for this

election. After the death of the original mother, the boy’s mother took

office. Unfortunately, the tribe was still defeated.

Several people returned to the tribe, the boy gave the herbs in the rattan

basket to the tribe's witch,

"Witch, we have found the herbs. Are these useful for the injury of the boss?"

Wu picked the herbs in the basket, and said to him kindly,

"Good job, Ann. It should be useful, rest assured."

She looked at A Jin who was standing behind her again,

"Jin, go and see your mother, she misses you very much."

Ajin nodded, placed a respectful tribal ceremony with one hand on her chest,

and turned out of the house.

Wu looked at A Jin's back slightly fascinated. It seemed that something was

different.

Ajin came to the treatment room of the original owner's mother and she looked

at the woman who had weak breath in bed. In the memory of the original owner,

the mother is tall and muscular, always elated, and seems to have endless

strength.

Ajin looked at her thick death air and knew she would not live long,

"Is it brocade?"

Ajin stepped forward and knelt in front of the woman,

"Mother, it's me."

The woman smiled happily,

"Grandma misses you so much, Jin. Grandma can't be with you anymore, you have

to protect yourself in the future!"

Ajin took her hand,

"I will, grandma. Granny Witch's healing technique is very good, you will be

fine."

The woman touched Ajin’s head,

"Well. You go out, my mother is tired, I want to sleep."

Ajin tucked the animal's hide for the woman and opened the door and went out.

Outside the door was a busy scene, the leader fell, but the tribe could not

give up, the enemy was still moving in the dark, and it was possible to launch

the next attack at any time.

The witch came out of the house, the crutches knocked on the ground, the sound

was not loud, but all the people stopped the movements in their hands and

focused on her,

"Tonight's election of a new leader."

The word aroused thousands of waves, and people chattered about it.

Wu walked slowly to Ajin, his face sad,

"I tried my best, her injury is too heavy."

"Ok."

Ajin responded lightly.

Every tribe will have a witch~www.mtlnovel.com~ Their abilities are different.

Some can predict natural disasters and man-made disasters, and some can call

the wind and rain. The stronger the ability, the more sacrifices are needed.

The witch's ability in front of him is a very powerful treatment technique. If

even she can't be cured, there will be no one in this world.

The witch looked at Ajin, and she reached out tremblingly to touch Ajin's

face. Ajin didn't hide.

"Jin, what's wrong with you?"

Ajin looked directly at her eyes,

"Grandma Witch, I'm going to participate in the leader selection tonight."

Wu's eyes were clear and clear, and there was no turbidity that an old man

should have. She withdrew her hand and looked at the busy crowd,

"Can you do it? The lives of more than one hundred people of our tribe are in

your hands, can you bear it?"

A Jin put his hands behind his back and straightened his back,

"Yes."

Wu looked at Ajin again, her profile face seemed more determined, her eyes

looked straight ahead, no confusion, no fear, it seemed to grow up a lot

overnight.

"May God bless you, my child."

The election leader is the biggest event of the entire tribe. Even if there is

a great threat and the ceremony is simple, but there should still be some.

The night came, and all the tribes gathered on the open space in the center of

the tribe, and a huge bonfire was lit in the middle of the open space.

There was a big stone not far from the campfire, and Ann’s mother was standing

on the stone.

"I am Kang Ming. Today I preside over the conference. Whoever wants to be the

leader will challenge it! If I defeat all the challengers, then I will be the

new leader of the tribe!"

Everyone's eyes fell on the witch sitting on the side. The witch knocked the

cane heavily on the ground. With a "bang" sound, everyone's spirit began to

inspire.

"I announced that the selection ceremony for the leader has officially

started!"