Ji Nuan raised her eyebrows, looked at Nakura, who was trampled under the cliff, and hooked her lips: "Don't run away?" It's a pity..."

"I don't believe it!"

After that, he looked directly at the cliff: "Pour it down." ”

Yali looked at Nakura, who was struggling in vain at his feet, showed a malicious smile, opened the small porcelain bottle in his hand, shook some powder and put it in the stone bowl held by the orc beside him, the water in the bowl instantly turned a faint green, and there was a fragrant smell.

Cliff didn't give Nakula a chance to refuse, grabbed his chin and squeezed it hard, and poured it in.

But Nakura, the dog thief, vomited the next moment.

Seeing this, Ji Nuan looked at the cliff: "Raise your chin after feeding in." ”

Then he said to the orc who came with water: "You go and pinch his nose." ”

There was a flash of pleasure in the orc's eyes, and despite Nakura's vicious gaze, he reached out and pinched his nose.

"Goo Dong~" A mouthful of water was fed into the cliff, and Nakula, who was not breathing, subconsciously swallowed the potion.

After a while, he panicked and found that he had gradually lost control of his body, and in addition to his head, he could think about things, and the rest of his body could no longer move according to his mind.

"Angang~" Nakula tilted her head hard, her red eyes looked at Ji Nuan in the upper seat, and she kept making an unclear sound.

"Don't worry, this is only temporary, the orcs of the Monte tribe can't stand you as a second-level evolved orc, this medicine powder will make your body unconscious, but I will give you the antidote tomorrow." Ji Nuan explained very kindly.

The other orcs saw that the patriarch of the family was being fed the medicine in such a rude way, and when it was their turn, they all drank it very consciously.

After sending the orcs to bring the beasts down, Ji Nuan looked at Meng Zhuo and Meng Luo: "Do you really plan to kill them all?" ”

Meng Zhuo gritted his teeth and nodded: "Nakura's thing has harmed our Monte tribe too badly, and people will be angry if they don't kill him." ”

Meng Luo looked at Ji Nuan: "Is there any better idea for Ji Nuan's witch doctor?" ”

Ji Nuan didn't answer Meng Luo's words directly, but asked them rhetorically: "How is the food prepared by the Monte tribe?" ”

Meng Zhuo sighed: "Not only did the thorntail thing delay the hunt for many days, but when I hid in the cave, I ate the food that was stored before, so..."

He smiled bitterly: "If you want to have a good cold season, you still need a lot of food." ”

Meng Luo nodded: "It's really a bit bad, after dealing with the affairs of the Nacha tribe, you still have to hurry up and hunt and gather and prepare enough food." ”

Ji Nuan looked at the two patriarchs with a smile: "What kind of food are you still worried about?" Aren't there tribes coming to bring you food right now? ”

And this good thing?

Meng Zhuo and Meng Luo sat up straight in an instant, and looked at Ji Nuan with blazing eyes: "Which tribe?" ”

Ji Nuan looked at them with a treacherous face: "It's right in front of your eyes!" ”

The two beasts were shocked: "You want to bring us food?" That's not going to work, the Watson tribe has already helped us a lot, how can we ask for your food again, absolutely not. ”

Ji Nuan rolled her eyes speechlessly: "I won't give you food, and our food is not enough." ”

"Huh?" The two beasts scratched their heads a little embarrassedly: "That season warm witch doctor, which tribe are you talking about?" We haven't been in touch with any tribes lately. ”