The two primitives ran over the moment Ah Niu's words fell, and without waiting for the thief to react, they were pressed to the ground, allowing the thief's face to make close contact with the ground.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing, if you have something to say, if you have something to say, no, stop, don't pull my pants!"

The thief screamed, and the snow rushed up to push her people: "Let go of the warriors." ”

Ah Niu looked at Xue who cared about Ji Thief, and his heart was sour and annoyed: "Xue, you get out of the way, it's none of your business." ”

Ah Niu didn't speak, but as soon as he spoke, Xue said angrily: "Ah Niu, it must be that you are slandering the warrior in front of the elders again!"

Originally, Ah Niu was very unhappy, and Xue's words made him even more sad, but after this depressed mood, Ah Niu couldn't help but be happy: "Xue, you have wronged me this time, it is completely this kid who is asking for his own hardship, and everyone can't eat food, and the wizard said that he will chisel him to the top and sacrifice to the sky." ”

When the words fell, not only Xue was stunned, but even the thief who was pressed to the ground was dumbfounded.

He was a little suspicious of his ears and asked Ah Niu, "What are you talking about? The wizard said he was going to chisel me?"

Ah Niu hugged his arms and nodded proudly.

Ji Thief struggled: "Let go of me, there must be a misunderstanding here." ”

"What's the misunderstanding?"

A voice full of majesty sounded in the crowd, and everyone looked back and saw that the witch led the fat and thin elder out in front of the people, looking condescendingly at the thief crawling on the ground, and a trace of pain flashed on her face.

All the primitives bowed their heads and shouted respectfully, "Master Sorcerer." ”

The witch snorted, and before she could speak, the thief on the ground shouted, "Wizard, what the hell is going on?"

The witch snorted coldly, gritted her teeth, and said, "You still dare to ask, look at the good deeds you have done." ”

Ji Thief was a little confused: "No, what did I do?"

The witch glanced at the freshly mixed clay in the cave, sneered and pointed over, "You told me that collecting clay is useful, and this is your use?"

Ji Thief hurriedly explained: "No, you listen to me..."

"What do you say? Listen to you tell me how to play with the mud? Ji thief, I believe in you so much, and the clansmen support you so much, and as a result, the clansmen who have endured starvation for two days have collected the clay for you, and you are used to play?"

The more the witch spoke, the louder it became, and by the end, it was almost a roaring sound.

"He is not worthy to be a warrior of the Frost Valley Tribe, kill him!"

"Yes, kill him, such a liar is damned!"

The crowd was instigated, and they all shouted, but if you listen carefully, it is nothing more than the sound of the thief being executed.

At first, there were some primitive people with a steady personality who wanted to hear what Ji Thief had to explain, but with the mood of most people, they also became manic.

The sound of killing the thief was higher and higher, like a tsunami, and there was no power to stop it.

Even, these primitive people slowly forced Ji Thief, and if they didn't agree with him, they killed him.

In the crowd, the thin elder and Ah Niu breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, it seemed that the two of them were very satisfied with the current situation.

"Enough, have you shouted enough, can you let me say a few words?"

There was a loud shout, faintly overshadowing the sound of everyone's shouts.

The witch waved her hand to signal everyone to stop, and then looked at the thief with a blank face: "What do you want to say?"

The thief looked at the two primitive people who were pressing him, and the witch waved her hand, and the two retreated.

"Thank you. Rubbing his wrists, Ji Thief stood up, then looked at everyone, and said, "I didn't play with mud, and I didn't deceive everyone. ”

The thin elder sneered and pointed to the pile of mud: "When we are all blind, can't we?"

Ji Thief just stared at the witch, and looked at the thin elder, and his eyes were gone: "Adults and children shut up." ”

The thin elder choked the thief at once, and he didn't say anything for a while.

The thief stared at the witch: "I didn't play with the mud, the clay I used to improve the tribe." ”

"Don't trust this liar, Lord Wizard. ”

Someone in the crowd shouted.

If at the beginning, when the witch first came, she was just angry, then now, she is disappointed, she made a mistake and didn't dare to admit it, how could such a person make him the first warrior of the tribe?

Thinking about it, the witch's face couldn't help but show a look of disappointment.

Ji Thief sighed in his heart, and hurriedly pointed to the crockpot on the stove that was still boiling mushroom soup, and said, "Look at this, look at this, I collect clay for this thing." ”

People all looked in the direction of the thief's finger, and when they saw the strangely shaped crockpot, they couldn't help but be stunned.

In the impression of these primitive people, there has never been a crockpot, and they naturally do not know what this kind of thing is for.

Even witches.

After a little stunned, the witch was stunned and asked, "What is that?"

Seeing that the witch finally had a hint of interest, Ji Thief breathed a sigh of relief, not afraid that you didn't know, but afraid that you would deliberately ignore it.

He said, "Master Wizard, please allow me to introduce me solemnly. ”

As he spoke, he walked up to the clay pot, pointed to it, and said, "This is called a clay pot, and I made it out of clay." ”

The crowd began to whisper.

"A crockpot?

"I don't know, it's weird to look at. ”

"What's the use of this?"

Hearing people's words in his ears, Ji Thief felt a little sure in his heart, looked at the witch again, and then said: "Lord Wizard, this crockpot can be very useful, it can hold water, it can store food, and most importantly, it can be used to make soup!"

"Soup!" the crowd was in an uproar.

Immediately, these dirt buns wanted Ji Thief to show what is called a hard injury in IQ.

"What's the soup?"

The thief was speechless, ignoring these primitive people, but looking at the witch, however, our noble wizard also had the same curious expression as the big guy.

slapped his forehead with his hand, and Ji Thief said I'd better do it for them, otherwise let these guys guess by themselves, I don't know when to guess.

Thinking about it, he picked up a bowl, filled a bowl of mushroom broth with a wooden spoon made in the afternoon, blew it cold, and handed it to the witch.

The witch looked a little cautious: "What are you doing!"

Ji Thief rolled his eyes, but he didn't dare to attack: "Tang, Lord Wizard." ”

The witch took a step back, and the thin elder shouted loudly, "You are bold, dare to murder the wizard! ”

Four or five primitives rushed up when they heard the sound.

Ji Thief hurriedly took the soup and explained: "No, no, this is soup, you can drink it." ”

As he spoke, he didn't care about the heat, held the bowl, and tilted his neck dry.

Yes.

Wiping his mouth, Ji Thief deliberately smacked his mouth: "Look, you can drink it." ”

The witch then came up: "Can you drink?"

Ji Thief nodded hurriedly: "It's like this, Lord Wizard, I wonder if it's not common to start a fire, but you can't eat baked things every day, so I beg you to let everyone collect clay and make a clay pot out, with this, everyone can make soup and drink when they are tired of eating barbecue, and I guarantee that the taste of this soup is no worse than that of barbecue." ”

Seeing the witch groaning, the thief hurriedly filled her a bowl and handed it over.

The witch held the bowl, still a little hesitant.

"Wizard, don't worry, it's fine, it tastes delicious. Ji Thief patted his chest and said.

First, it was the thief's assurance, and second, it was indeed the same as he said, this soup was indeed delicious, and just smelling the smell made people can't help but swallow their saliva.

The witch tried to put the bowl to her lips, and after taking a bite, the witch's eyes widened.

She quickly poured mushroom broth into her stomach, and although she was whining, it couldn't hinder her movements.

Seeing the witch drinking the soup while turning the bowl, the thief sighed, this way of drinking, there is a professional term, that is, the dog licks the grinding plate, and turns in a circle.

"This soup is delicious!" cried the witch as she drank the soup from her bowl.

Ji Thief came back to his senses and smiled: "Yes, Lord Wizard, I'll serve you another bowl?"

The witch nodded.

The thief said yes, took the bowl, and filled it with a bowl.

The witch drank four bowls in a row, still a little unsatisfied.

She rubbed her slightly swollen belly, closed her eyes, smacked her mouth, and kept remembering the deliciousness of the soup.

The way this food is eaten is indeed different from barbecue.

It's more fragrant, more tender, and more delicious.