"Why are you here alone?" Friday, whose body was painted with more than 10 fresh blood stains, found Ma Xiaoxiao squatting in the corner, and found that she did not seem to be in a very good state at this time.

Hearing Friday's voice, Ma Xiaoxiao stood up, but when she found the more than 10 Dao Dao painted on Friday's body smeared with blood, she subconsciously took a small step back.

Following Ma Xiaoxiao's gaze, Friday also looked at himself.

"Don't be afraid, it's all the blood of those captives, not mine." Friday pointed to the painting marks on his body and explained to Ma Xiaoxiao.

Even if Friday didn't explain, Ma Xiaoxiao guessed that the painting marks on his body should be used to represent how many people he had just captured, she just didn't adapt to this kind of custom, after killing the captives, she had to smear their blood on her body.

"Let's go, I'll take you to celebrate, and by the way, I'll officially introduce you to my people." After explaining to Ma Xiaoxiao, Friday stepped forward and took her hand.

The place where the celebration was held was still the same place where the prisoners had just been disposed of, but on that stone platform, there were no longer the figures of those prisoners, only a large pool of fresh blood was left, and the blood was not cleaned up, and it can be seen on the stone platform that there are traces of old blood under the fresh blood.

Glancing at the direction of the stone platform with the peripheral vision of his eyes, Ma Xiaoxiao quickly turned his gaze back.

The place where the celebration is held should be in the center of the tribe, and at this time it is estimated that all the people of the tribe should be in this large square.

Ma Xiaoxiao roughly estimated the number of people with his eyes, and found that there should be about 1,000 people in this tribe, and about 700 of them can participate in the battle.

Compared with the tribe that Ma Xiaoxiao encountered at the beginning, the tribe where Friday was located was undoubtedly stronger than that tribe in terms of numbers.

If most of the tribes in this world were in the same number as the tribe she first encountered, then Friday's tribe should be considered a not weak tribe, but because she had only encountered that tribe before for comparison, these were just Ma Xiaoxiao's own guesses.

The chieftain of the tribe, Friday's father, was sitting in the middle of the square, and to his right and left sat five women, two of whom were also holding their children in their arms.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, silently counted in his heart, Ma Xiaoxiao found that the chief is really a more promising profession, although it is not comparable to the emperor's queen and palace, but in such a backward era, being able to monopolize 10 women by one person is already a great existence, okay!!!

Friday pressed Ma Xiaoxiao next to his seat, got up and walked to his father.

"Father, I've found my friend, and now it's time to perform the ritual." Friday said to his father in front of him.

"Okay." With a good word, Friday's father got up from his seat and tapped the scepter in his hand on the ground a few times, until everyone was still, and Friday's father spoke again.

"Now, I would like to announce something very important, and that is that I have decided that the best warrior in the tribe, and also my best son, Gug, will take over as chief." After saying this, the chief handed over the scepter in his hand, which symbolized his status, to Friday, who was already half-kneeling, and at the same time he took off his own bone necklace and put it around Friday's neck himself.

The crowd of onlookers below, basically after the chief finished saying that, cheered together, and stamped their feet together and shouted: "Guge, Guge, Guge............"

It turns out that Friday's name is Guge's two pronunciations...... With the part of the indigenous language that she could understand, and after some guessing, Ma Xiaoxiao finally figured out that what was going on at this time should be the ceremony of handing over the chief.

"Everyone, be quiet, now I have something to announce." After his father had put on the necklace for himself, Friday Guge straightened up and turned to the crowd of onlookers.

"I was able to come back alive this time thanks to a friend of mine, because she was the one who saved me and brought me back to this continent, and she taught me how to make this weapon." Putting down the scepter, Friday took off the bow he was carrying on his back and said to the people below.

"Now, all I have to do is officially invite her to join our tribe and make her our forever friend." After Friday said this, he strode towards Ma Xiaoxiao.

Pulling Ma Xiaoxiao to the center of the field, Friday said to the crowd again: "God-given - that's her name." ”

What rice, why did you change her name, oh...... Well, in fact, Ma Xiaoxiao really didn't tell Friday her name, but even if it was written, he couldn't read her square words...... So, you really can't blame Friday for changing Ma Xiaoxiao's name indiscriminately......

After officially introducing Ma Xiaoxiao to everyone, in the enthusiastic cheers of the natives, Friday took Ma Xiaoxiao back to his seat, and the dinner party officially began.

Since it is a banquet, of course, in addition to eating, it is indispensable to drink, but the current level of development has not yet existed in such a thing as wine, but there is a relatively original ecology, and the effect is similar to that of wine, so the drink used in this banquet is the juice of this fruit.

Tasting the taste of this juice with only his tongue, Ma Xiaoxiao put down the wooden bowl containing the juice, grabbed a fruit with his hand and nibbled on it.

"Why don't you drink it, aren't you used to its taste?" Friday, who was sitting next to him, asked Ma Xiaoxiao.

"Hmm...... It's a little. Ma Xiaoxiao gestured.

In fact, the reason why Ma Xiaoxiao gave up this juice is not because of its taste, she is just afraid that this juice with a psychedelic effect will have a bad effect on the body, who knows if this thing will be addictive or damaging to the body like poppies...... After all, their effects are similar in some places......

"Guge." Just as Friday and Ma Xiaoxiao were whispering there, the former chief of the tribe put down the wooden bowl and spoke.

Hearing his father calling his name, Friday looked up.

Seeing Friday looking at him, Friday's father continued to say to him, "As the best warrior of the tribe, Guge, it's time for your bloodline to pass on. Friday's father paused and beckoned to a young girl not far from him. Tali, come to Father's side. ”