The masked woman gave Ye Fan medicine again, and the latter slowly fell asleep, inside this small tent, he felt extremely safe, looking at the sleeping foreigner, the masked woman couldn't help but stare at Ye Fan, this is a resolute man, the king and the saint even had a dispute because of him, although it did not expand further, but the princely faction and the pro-saint faction in the tribe have gradually revealed.

Ye Fan woke up again, the masked woman had prepared breakfast for her, this was a bowl of black paste made of unknown crops, it looked very sticky, Ye Fan did not have any appetite, seemed to see the other party's dislike, the masked woman said with a smile, "I used to go to climb trees, naughty and naughty met a baboon, I accidentally fell down for a while, it hurt me wow wow wow cry, at this time, my brother will help me cook black rice paste, eat it I will show my smile again, you taste!"

Unable to bear to refuse the masked woman's kindness, Ye Fan opened his mouth and put a spoonful of words in, he praised it directly, "It's so fragrant! This thing is similar to our black sesame paste, but it lacks some sweetness, it's really delicious!"

"How about it, I said you would like it, come and feed you, don't stretch the wound open!" Ye Fan still felt that someone was taking care of him for the first time, after all, in the cave, he took care of other women more, but every strong man also needs a woman who can support him behind him, Ye Fan couldn't help but think of Shen Meng, and tears flowed down unconsciously.

"Why are you crying?Did you remember something unhappy?" The masked woman put down the bowl and helped Ye Fan wipe her tears, "It's not good to be treated as a slave, I want to help you too.." But..."

"No, I'm not crying because I'm a slave. Anyway, thank you, I've been really happy these two days!" Ye Fan looked directly at the masked woman, no man in the tribe dared to look at her like this, not that her appearance was not beautiful, but that her brother would kill those men at any time.

The masked woman couldn't help blushing, "Don't look at me like that, I'm not used to it!"

"Why do you keep covering your face?"

Facing Ye Fan's curiosity, the masked woman sighed and said, "It's not because I'm ugly, otherwise I wouldn't have been arranged for Ali to take care of you." After knowing that I'm ugly, don't you want me to be here, I'll leave now, you men are all face-looking animals. ”

"Don't go!" Ye Fan couldn't help but grab the masked woman's soft hand, and the two of them immediately blushed, "I'm sorry, I just don't want you to leave..."

"Whoa!"

Jiang Simeng walked in with his subordinates, and when she saw Ye Fan and the masked woman silent, she was a lot more relieved, "This man didn't cause you trouble, did he?"

"No! He was so badly wounded that he couldn't move at all. If the Holy Maiden wants to take him away, she may have to wait two days!"

Jiang Simeng frowned, although she was a little angry at the time, but she still knew the severity of her attack, what kind of injury could make Ye Fan lie down for three days in a row, but because of the identity of the other party, she couldn't say it clearly.

"This slave has offended a lot of people, I'm afraid he can't be treated for too long, at most two days, he must go back to the shack! Let's go first and say goodbye!" Jiang Simeng said and left with his men, Rachel glanced at Ye Fan deeply, he found that this man was now ruddy, obviously well-fed and warm-dressed, much thinner than his yellow face in the shack.

Who knew that as soon as Jiang Simeng left, Gu Chen came to the tent, and when he saw Ye Fan, he wanted to kill him on the spot, but he still restrained his anger, "He called you over!"

Ye Fan couldn't help but wonder, who was the masked woman? Whether it was the saint Jiang Simeng or the royal family's guard Gu Chen, they had to be respectful to her, and it was inconceivable that he could get the protection of the other party.

In the king's tent, the masked woman immediately took off her veil when she entered the house, revealing a beautiful face, her appearance was somewhat similar to the actress Da Mi Mi, but it was a little less charming and a little more pure.

"Brother, why did you let me come! Only here can I show my face! You don't know that this veil suffocates people!"

"Moli, didn't I say it! In the future, you will call me Brother Wang, the Holy Maiden said that this is what strangers call the brother of the king!"

Wang petted his sister's head dotingly, and then said, "Is the black rice paste delicious? This year's black rice harvest is not very good, except for the sacrifice to the god of the Brahma, at most I can only make three or four meals of black rice paste." ”

As soon as she heard that the harvest of her favorite food failed, Mo Li's little face was a little aggrieved, but she still understood her brother's difficulty, "Brother Wang, then do you think we can win this time? Every time between several tribes, we have to consume first, choose the strongest one, and then go to fight the Yuntu people, isn't it a fool? Why can't we gather all our Zunlu people's forces and fight in unison?"

The king was not angry at Mo Li's naivety, and explained, "The system of the Yuntu people gives them a unified voice on the surface, but the relationship between the Yuntu witch and the cloud king is actually the same as that of the kings of our major tribes, they are all mutually contained, and no one obeys anyone. Girl, you don't need to understand these things, as long as I live for one day, you don't have to worry about this!"

"But what if you're gone one day?" said this sentence in Moli's heart for no reason, but she didn't say it, her brother was the most powerful warrior in the Zunlu tribe, and no one could defeat him!

"What about that slave? Did you find any news, why did the Holy Maiden keep him?"

Mo Li was a little ashamed at this time, she and Ye Fan had a very happy conversation in the past two days, and they talked a lot about Tiannan and Haibei, and they actually forgot their task, but she still explained, "This person is very vigilant, I think he must have a big secret on him, maybe it has something to do with the saint!"

"Brother Wang, it's better for you to put him with me, and it will be convenient for me to pry his mouth open!"

Wang lowered his head and thought, at least from the level of Jiang Simeng's nervousness, that slave had not reached the point of being a close relative, could it be that the two of them did not have a deep relationship at all?

"Mo Li, that slave should be left with you for the time being, find out more information, don't let him see your identity! Remember, be careful of Bachu and the Holy Maiden, don't get too close to them!" The king asked a few more words, and Mo Li put on the veil again, and reluctantly left the tent, her brother carried the hope of the whole clan on his shoulders, naturally he couldn't give his relatives too much time, and the most worrying thing was that as the king of the tribe, he had not yet given birth to an heir!

When he saw the masked woman again, Ye Fan found that the other party's mood was a little wrong, "What's wrong with you?