The old patriarch's residence was cleaned up by Songtsam.

The skins on his hands and feet were dismantled and re-medicated, and Songtsen was sitting triumphantly in the cave, waiting for the witch to arrive.

About ten minutes later, the hairy monkey led two Qingfeng people to bring the witch to him.

When it arrived, the witch couldn't stop struggling: "Let go of me!"

In front of Songtsam, the hairy monkey didn't dare to teach the witch a lesson, but he could still clear the difference between himself and the witch in Songtsam's heart.

"Go out first. Songtsam waved his hand.

Hearing this, the hairy monkey and the others nodded, and the two Qingfeng clansmen turned around and left, but the hairy monkey bent his waist and walked out step by step.

"Sister Hazel. ”

As soon as the man left, Songtsam could not contain the excitement in his heart, stood up with a wooden spear and shouted at the witch.

When he shouted this, the whole person took a step forward and reached out to catch the witch.

Only he moved, but the witch took a few steps back.

Watching the witch's movements, Songtsan was stunned, and then his face showed a look of annoyance, and he looked at the witch with a sigh: "Sister Hazel, what are you doing here?"

The witch was silent.

Songtsan continued: "From today onwards, I will be the patriarch of the Frost Valley, Sister Hazel, as long as you want, I can give you this patriarch, really. ”

"You're not the patriarch of Frost Valley, you're just a beast who killed your father!"

"You!" Songtsam furious.

He raised the wooden spear to smash the witch, but when the wooden spear was in the air, Songtsan stopped his hand and sighed: "Sister Hazel, I really like you." ”

The witch's face was full of disgust: "So you killed your own father and killed the patriarch?"

Songtsen was silent for a moment: "For me, he is no longer useful. ”

The witch snorted: "Is it that after I am useless, you will also kill me?"

Songzan was stunned when he heard this, from the witch's words, he felt that things still had a turnaround, and hurriedly said: "No, different sister Zhen, you are different from them, I like you, no matter when, I will not hurt you, really!"

"You think I'm going to believe you?"

"And how can you trust me?"

The witch pursed her lips, "Do you know what is the biggest difference between you and the Warrior?"

When she asked this sentence, the witch suddenly remembered the last time the White Fox Alliance attacked the Frost Valley tribe, and the thief brought someone to rescue her, Ah Zai asked herself.

Do you know the biggest difference between you and snow?

In the same vein, the witch asked Songtsam.

An angry look appeared on Songtsen's face, and he roared violently and shouted, "Don't compare me to a thief!!!

The witch looked at Songtsan with pity: "You are not worthy, right?"

Songtsan was furious, and limped forward to the witch with a wooden spear, at this time, when the witch wanted to retreat again, Songtsan suddenly reached out and grabbed her neck and pinched it, and the whole person looked at the witch as if crazy: "I am the patriarch of the Frost Valley, I have the help of the Qingfeng tribe, and the thief is worthy of comparing with me?"

Every time a sentence fell, the strength of Songtsam's hand involuntarily increased by a point.

Soon, the witch's face was pinched red by Songzan, and she said several times in her mouth, and she couldn't say a word.

Seeing Songtsam's mad expression, and his pupils that were gradually losing focus, it was really possible for him to strangle the witch alive.

The witch who was pinched by Songtsam's neck, and who was still writhing and struggling a second ago, suddenly stopped, she looked at Songtsan calmly, no matter how hard Songtsam's palms worked, no matter how painful she was, she looked at Songtsan without saying a word.

"Damn, you beg for mercy, if you beg for mercy, I'll let you go, beg for mercy!"

Songtsam glared at the witch and roared.

The witch was still gritting her teeth, and her neck was pinched out without opening her mouth.

"Ahh

Letting go of his hand, Songtsan slammed his spear into the witch's shoulder in exasperation.

With a muffled grunt, the witch who fell to the ground due to the lack of oxygen coughed violently, and she greedily inhaled the air that could keep her alive.

Songtsan came up to him and pressed the witch's head with a wooden spear: "Please!"

The witch gritted her teeth: "Kill me!"

Hearing this, Songtsan raised his hand angrily and smashed a wooden spear on the witch's shoulder blade, and the witch grinned in pain, Rao was like this, and the witch gritted her teeth and said nothing.

"Sister Hazel, don't force me!"

"Yong, a warrior will never be like you, yes, ahem, attack your own people!"

Hearing the witch mention the thief, Songtsan was furious: "I said don't mention the thief to me!!"

As he spoke, Songtsam drew another wooden spear at the witch's waist.

Although Songtsam can't exert much strength with one hand, how high can the witch who is not good at fighting be able to resist blows?

What's more, the place where Songtsam hits is still a place with little defensive ability like the back.

At this moment, the painful witch collapsed to the ground, and couldn't help but cry out in pain.

When he heard the witch's cry of pain, Songtsan hurriedly sighed, threw away the wooden spear, and knelt in front of the witch with his injured leg horizontally, his face full of distress: "I'm sorry Sister Hazel, I hurt you, you're okay." Really, why are you so stupid, you said you just begged me for two sentences. ”

The witch looked at Songtsan with hatred on her face, swung her body away, and said, "Get out of the way, don't touch me." ”

As she said this, blood oozed from between the witch's teeth.

Songzan was stunned, and then an angry look appeared on his face: "You dare to scold me!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and slapped it on the witch's face.

There was a crisp snap, and the witch instantly turned half of her face red.

"Believe it or not, I'm going to kill you!" said Songtsam, holding the witch's neck.

There was a deep disdain in the witch's eyes: "You dare to kill even your own father, what else do you dare not do? Come, kill me! Poor Frost Valley tribe will be destroyed at your hands." ”

"The Frost Valley Tribe won't be destroyed in my hands!"

As he spoke, Songtsam punched the witch in the cheek.

Boom.

Driven by the great force, the witch couldn't help but touch her head to the ground and let out a muffled sound.

Songtsam pressed the witch's head to the ground with his hand, and his face was full of hideousness: "I ask you one last time, do you want me!"

Disdain appeared in the eyes of the witch, whose head had become extremely muddy, and she looked at Songtsan with pitiful eyes, which made Songtsan even more annoyed in anger.

"Good, good, good !!"

After saying yes three times in a row, Songtsan stood up on one leg with his hands on the ground, he picked up the wooden spear again as a cane, looked condescendingly at the witch lying on the ground, and said, "Since you don't want to beg me, it doesn't matter, anyway, all I care about is your body." ”

The witch's face showed horror: "What do you want to do!!"

Songtsan snorted: "What for?"

As he spoke, he pinned the wooden spear directly into the gap between the witch's back and the vines, and then, sitting on the ground, pulled the witch's body, untied the vines between the witch's legs with one hand, and reached out to pluck the witch's skin.

"Songtsam!"

There was a loud roar, and the witch screamed.

Songtsan was silent and continued his movements.

"Songtsam, stop me!"

When this sentence was shouted, the witch's voice couldn't help but cry.

Although it is said that the primitive society does not have an almost obsessive selection criterion for this kind of thing, but for a person like Songtsan who has lost his conscience, the witch has ten thousand disgusts in her heart.

It's like when you're walking down the street and someone you don't know forcibly comes and pulls out your nostrils, and you just hit him, it's already very compassionate.

"Didn't you compare me to the thief? I'll let you compare, I'll let you compare!"

As he spoke, Songtsan increased the movement of his hands.

Seeing that the witch's struggle was useless, Songtsam was about to take off the animal skin from the witch's waist, when outside the cave, the hairy monkey stumbled in and shouted: "Song, Lord Songtsam, no, no, it's not good! Something is wrong!!

Songzan, who was on the top, heard the voice of the hairy monkey and turned around, he was stunned for a moment, put down the things in his hand and turned his head to look, and saw that the hairy monkey had a nervous expression, and his face was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans.

"Song, Lord Songtsam, something is wrong!"

Songtsan frowned, a little angry that the hairy monkey interrupted his good deed.

He asked angrily, "What could happen?" Could it be that the damn bastard of the thief is here?"