"Yes, because it's cold. ”

The Seven Generations of Witches let go of the warrior's hand and turned around and grabbed the captain beside him.

"It's because it's cold, when it's cold, we go to a hot place, what if it's hot, where do we go when it's hot?"

He asked, staring at the squad leader with wide eyes.

The Seven Generations of Witches are usually a taciturn person, and he has been like this since he was a day totem witch.

It's not like this at the beginning, at least he was still very lively when he was a child, and this transformation started after welcoming the totem fire back to the tribe and learning the news of the betrayal of the Moon Totem Department.

Since then, he has become more and more silent.

Although he is taciturn, he is very kind, and he does not have a cold face because of his status, no matter who he is, he has a smiling face, a taciturn smile.

It's polite, but it also rejects people thousands of miles away.

Even if he became a seventh-generation witch, such a character has never changed, and it is the first time that everyone has seen such an exciting situation.

The captain was stunned by his crazy expression, and at this time it was the soldier who roasted the fire to help him out of the siege.

"Go to a cool place when it's hot?"

He asked quietly, with a hint of uncertainty.

"Yes, when it's cold, go to the fire, and when it's hot, go to cool, cold and hot, yin and yang...... Cold & Hot ...... Yin and Yang ......"

The Seven Generations of Witches turned around and left, kicking the broth on the ground and ignoring it, stumbling towards the direction of the cave where the totem was.

"No one is allowed to say anything about it. ”

The captain gave the order, turned around and followed the seven generations of witches.

He was afraid that in the state of the Seven Generations of Witches, something would go wrong.

The warriors who stayed in place were stunned for a while, and the warrior who was roasting the fire was still wondering why he had inexplicably answered correctly.

And the first soldier who was asked kept covering his heart, holding his pounding heart, he was really frightened by that situation just now.

Just when he had just calmed down, an angry roar suddenly came from beside him: "Who are you scolding a wild man?"

With this roar, he was thrown to the ground by the Roasted Fire Warrior and beaten violently.

No matter how these warriors tortured each other around the campfire, the seven generations of witches had already arrived in front of the tree hole where the totem stone was, and looked at the totem stone that shimmered with fire in front of them.

"Cold is hot, hot is cold, yin is yang, yang is yin......"

He was chattering like this, and the whole person seemed to be a magic barrier, and the captain was guarding him, and this guard was a night.

As the sky dawned, the sun rose in the east, shining through the bald and leafy ancient trees, hitting the right cheek of the seven generations of witches.

His face was tired, but his eyes grew brighter as the sun rose.

"If you can't realize it, you can feel it. ”

At noon, he finally spoke, and despite his hunger, he asked the soldiers to chop firewood and light it around him.

This kind of thing, the captain no longer dares to call the shots, and he accidentally burned the seven generations of witches inside, and he can't afford this responsibility.

After persuading the seven generations of witches, the captain reported to the leader of the five hundred people, and the five hundred people reported to the leader of the six generations, and when the leader of the six generations came, the seven generations of witches were drinking broth.

His crazy appearance has improved a lot, but he still looks straight at people, his body is a little rickety, and his face is a little haggard, just a pair of eyes, as if they are enchanted.

"Wu, are you alright?"

The leader of the six generations who listened to the report stepped forward to ask, with worry in his eyes.

"It's okay, I'm fine, let these warriors light a fire around me, I want to feel it. ”

The seventh generation of Wu said peacefully with anxiety.

The leader of the sixth generation felt that this was a bit ridiculous, and it was easy to burn the seventh generation of witches, and he had to persuade him when he opened his mouth.

"You don't understand the witch thing. ”

The tone of the seventh generation witch was very gentle, but the content was irrefutable, and it blocked the mouth of the sixth generation leader at once.

If the Fifth Xuan saw this scene, he would definitely laugh, because the greatest skill of the Wu of the Fire Tribe is to scare people, and he is dedicated to the leader.

The seven generations of witches have obtained the true inheritance of the fire tribe witches, and the leaders of the six generations have nothing to say.

Since it can't be stopped, it can only be guarded, and the leader of the sixth generation personally stepped forward and set up a bonfire for the seventh generation of witches.

"Dot. ”

Finally, the six generations of leaders ordered to light a bonfire around the six generations of witches.

The flames slowly ignited, and the six generations of witches sat cross-legged in the middle, slowly closing their eyes and beginning to feel the heat around them.

His body was blown cold by the north wind, which lit the bonfires around him, and his body slowly became hot, and finally it even felt like it was burned.

"No, the anode can, but I'm not a yin fisheye. ”

As his body got hotter and hotter, the seven generations of witches frowned and thought.

"Pour cold water on me, quick. ”

The seventh generation of witches said to the six generations of leaders.

The corners of the eyes of the six generations of leaders twitched, such a cold day, and it was roasted and watered, would there really be no accident?

"Hurry up. ”

Feeling that his body was getting hotter and hotter, the seven generations of witches opened his mouth to urge.

"Pour. ”

The leaders of the six generations gritted their teeth and accepted it.

The leader of the five hundred people personally fetched the water, and the water at this time was a mixture of ice and water, and it was very cold, and he looked at the leader of the six generations hesitantly.

"Pour. ”

Without waiting for the leaders of the six generations to express their opinions, the seven generations of witches had already opened their mouths to urge.

"Boom la la ......"

A bucket of water was poured from head to foot, extremely hot and cold, and the seven generations of witches couldn't help but shiver.

But he didn't have time to feel the pain, so he immediately closed his eyes and experienced the exchange of heat and cold.

It was still hot, but he was already cold and wouldn't be scorched by the heat.

"Anode and yin fish eyes, I still feel a little worse, so what if I change to cathode and yang fish eyes?"

Thinking in his heart, the six generations of witches slowly looked up at the sky.

At this time, the world is cold, isn't it the best cathode eye, he just needs to roast himself hot.

Slowly waiting for the cold air on his body to be roasted off, the scorching breath surging back and forth, left and right, he quietly endured it.

The people outside were terrified, and many speculated whether the witch was going to burn himself to death and sacrifice the fire totem.

In this era, human sacrifice existed, and many small tribes preferred it.

The scorching flames scorched his skin, but he just quietly endured the pain until his skin turned red and his face blistered with burns.

"Wu, stop. ”

The six generations of leaders couldn't help but shout.

The Seven Generations of Witches glanced back at him, and at this time he felt as if his skin was on fire, but he still quietly endured.

Pain, sometimes really just the simplest pain, when a person has experienced enough and has faith enough, the pain on the flesh is only a symptom for him.

Through the flames, the leader of the sixth generation and the seventh generation of witches looked at each other, and he could see the obsession that penetrated deep into the bone marrow from the latter's eyes.

The leader of the six generations gradually fell silent, he no longer spoke, but the worry in his eyes, and he never retreated.

He understood that the seven generations of witches did all this for the totem and the tribe.

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