Hearing Kun Mu talk about the food problem, a kind of high-level warriors pricked up their ears one after another, after all, this is a key problem of eating less, no one dares to be careless, the holy woman Jiang Simeng took the lead in speaking: "Please tell the envoy of the Yanhu tribe, if we marry the royal sister of the Qilong tribe, how much food can you give us? You must know that the problem of eating more than 1,000 people is not a trivial matter!"

Kun Mu smiled contemptuously, the Yanhu tribe is also a nomadic race, how can there be food for the Qilong tribe, these are just means to weaken the other party, "We will give 500 pheasants to the Qilong tribe as a gift, these are enough for you to eat for a while!"

"500 pheasants! That's not a small number!"

"That's right, with these, we can at least carry it for a while, even if the war season starts, we won't be afraid of those small tribes!"

"Sister Wang's marriage is worth it!"

Listening to the discussion of the other people in the tent, Kun Mu and Sabi looked at each other and smiled, they just dealt with the Qilong tribe according to Wang Jiao's words, and sure enough, these fools took the bait, and when Wang Mei went to the Yanhu tribe, 500 chickens were just a cover, do you really dare to declare war on the Qilong tribe?

"The Yanhu tribe is really sincere this time, and 500 pheasants is also a large number, Wang, I think it is feasible!" As soon as Jiang Simeng spoke, the other high-ranking warriors half-knelt on the ground.

"Please marry the king to the Yanhu tribe!"

This is no longer a discussion, but a direct force to the palace, Wang coldly watched everything that happened in front of him, "Okay, you guys are good, now you have begun to learn to threaten, right?"

"Wang, we don't dare to threaten, it's just that the Yanhu tribe has indeed shown great sincerity, and we should..." Jiang Simeng stopped talking, she looked at Ye Fan and said, "Do you think Ye Fan can really help you solve the problem?"

"Hehe, I've heard a long time ago that there is a slave in your dragon tribe who claims to be a warrior of the Brahman God, and in my opinion, this person is pretending to be a god and playing ghosts. Sabi looked at Ye Fan contemptuously, constantly shaking his legs, looking very arrogant.

Although Kun Mu's performance was not obvious, in his heart, except for Wang and Bachu, the others of the Qilong tribe were useless, "Brahma God Warrior, even the survival problem of the tribe can't be solved, hehe!"

"Actually, I heard that the Qilong tribe has recently encountered a famine envoy, if your tribe is friendly with us, the famine envoy will be handed over to us to solve it!"

Speaking of devil frogs, the people of Zunlu may not know what it is, but when it comes to the messenger of famine, this thing has a great deterrent effect on the people of Zunlu.

"What? No wonder there is no prey in our territory, it's the Faminebringer!"

"It's over, it's over! Even the Brahman God doesn't protect the dragon tribe! It's really over now!"

"What should I do, quickly agree to the request of the Yanhu tribe!"

The high-ranking warriors no longer had the so-called warrior honor, and they all looked at the king with begging eyes, hoping that the latter would agree to all the conditions of the Yanhu tribe in one go.

"Actually, if the two families get along, it's understandable to help you, but to deal with the famine envoy, even the Yanhu tribe will have to pay a great price, so it's better to compensate us for three hundred civilians, right?" Kun Mu looked at Wang with a smile, negotiating is to test the other party's bottom line step by step.

Wang sneered, he took a sip of water, and said calmly, "You guys are eating me, right?"

"Kun Mu doesn't dare, but Wang you have no other choice than to make peace with your relatives and cooperate with our Yanhu tribe? Unless the god goes down to earth in person, you can solve the famine messenger!" Kun Mu waved his hand, not caring about the king's attitude, as long as the other party dared to kill them, the Yanhu tribe also achieved the goal of starting a war.

"Hahahaha! Laugh at me!500 chickens, are you the one who opened a chicken farm?" Ye Fan spoke again, but his voice was so discordant in the eyes of others, he originally felt that Wang was already going to agree to the other party's conditions, but now there were variables.

"Hehe, what kind of chicken farm? I don't understand!" Kun Mu felt that the man in front of him was very annoying to speak, he thought that he was knowledgeable and talented in the Yanhu tribe, but he couldn't understand many words said by the other party, "You just need to know that only our Yanhu tribe can solve your food problem!"

"That's not necessary!" Ye Fan snapped his fingers directly, and Aqing took a group of clansmen to bring in baskets of sweet potatoes, "I'm sorry, did you catch those 500 chickens?"

Looking at the sweet potato in front of him, Wang finally smiled, he didn't expect Ye Fan's kid to hide so deeply, "Yes, Kunmu, did you really catch the 500 chickens of your Yanhu tribe?

500 pheasants? What are you kidding? Whether there are 500 pheasants in the territory of the Yanhu tribe is a question! How could he catch them? Just now, Kunmu was completely the boss of one small company in the city who went to find investors with a PPT, and he completely relied on fooling.

Ye Fan is not such an easily deceived person, and directly exposed the key question, that is, where are the 500 chickens now, and when can they be handed over, otherwise hand over Wang Mei, if you don't give the chickens, what should the Qilong tribe do?

"Can't you say it?" Ye Fan stepped forward and patted Kun Mu's shoulder, who couldn't help but tremble, "Don't be nervous, we don't need you to solve our food problem at all!

"Obey!" Ah Qing stepped forward and put the two roasted sweet potatoes in front of Sabi and Kunmu, but unfortunately both of them saw this thing for the first time, so they took it directly with their hands, but it was hot and painful, and they even shouted loudly.

"Damn, what do you dragon tribe mean, you actually use this kind of thing to plot against us!"

"The envoy of my Yanhu tribe must not be dishonored!"

Kun Mu and the others behaved like Grandma Liu who entered the Grand View Garden for the first time, like a turtle, and the clansmen who already knew the taste of sweet potatoes had begun to whisper.

"I thought that the people in the big tribe were so powerful, I didn't even know the sweet potato!"

"That Kun Mu also said that he is erudite and talented, and compared to our Brahma God warriors, he is not worthy of carrying shoes!"

"Haven't you ever eaten roasted sweet potatoes? We kids know how to eat them!"

Kunmu and Sabi were ridiculed by the civilians of the Qilong tribe, and their faces immediately turned red, but they had never seen sweet potatoes at all, and they didn't know how to put their mouths, especially if this roasted black thing could really be eaten?

Sabi took a bite of the skin, and felt so bitter in his mouth that he almost spit it out, but when he ate the golden inside, it was extremely fragrant!

"It's delicious! What is this, although the skin is bitter on the outside, but the meat inside is so delicious!"

Are you your own person, or are you a spy of the Dragon Tribe? Looking at Sabi's stupid look, Kun Mu was much calmer, "Uncle, sweet potatoes are eaten like this, I'll teach you." ”

Ah Gou walked over at this time, he gently peeled off the appearance of the sweet potato, and handed it to Kun Mu, "There are sweet potatoes in our tribe, even if you don't hunt, you can last for a long time, your 500 chickens, let's keep them and eat them by yourself!"

Kun Mu only felt that he had been humiliated, and he was humiliated by a civilian child, and the meaning of the people was obvious, you Kun Mu didn't know sweet potatoes at all, and there were no so-called 500 chickens.

"Does the Qilong tribe think that our Yanhu tribe is deceiving people?" Kun Mu was so angry that he had lost his mind at this time, "** cub, do you mean that?"

Ah Gou dared to step forward to provoke Kun Mu, naturally he was "instigated" by Ye Fan, and his little face turned pale, but he still said according to Ye Fan's instructions: "Yes, if you have the ability, you really give us 500 chickens, otherwise you will all brag!"

"I, Kun Mu, swear now in the name of the Yanhu tribe that we will definitely prepare 500 chickens!"

"Kunmu, are you stupid? The problem is not these 500 chickens at all!" Sabi finally broke free from the delicious sweet potatoes at this time, "You don't want to be a fool of yourself!"

"Bang!" Ye Fan applauded and looked at Kun Mu, "This Sabi envoy, your name is in my hometown, which makes me feel more intimate!"

"What do you mean?" asked Sabi, a little puzzled, not knowing what this man was trying to do.

"Our hometown praises people for being smart, and they usually call them stupid B!"