How to describe Pula's days in the past few days, she herself feels like she is dreaming.

The territory of the wilderness tribes is low-lying, and water is just enough for most of the year, and when it is too hot in the summer, the sheep are stationed close to the main stream, and the other small tributaries dry up.

Pura had not seen such heavy rain since she was born, and instead of falling on the ground, it crackled against the tents and rooftops as if it had been fired from the sky with the barrels of purple flowers.

When the wind blows, it can blow out the splash mist, and the water on the ground does not rise slowly, but in the blink of an eye, the water pours into the territory and reaches the ankle.

The people did not want to move out of the territory at first, not only tents, but also many brick houses, as well as livestock greenhouses, plus the elderly, children and luggage, everyone was optimistic that the rain would stop and the water would soon recede.

Only Pula immediately concluded that the rain would not stop, and that if she did not leave, the whole clan might be in danger.

In the past two years, she has gradually taken over the affairs of the clan, but she is young after all, and most of the time she needs to be pressed by her father.

The people did not agree with the decision, and Pula gave the order to evacuate, and everyone was slow to implement it.

She went from house to house, and in the middle of the night she set out with all the people, complaining along the way, until the next morning, when they climbed uphill, and when they looked back, they found that they could no longer find the location of their former territory.

All that was left was a miserable white flash in front of him.

Pura was not a gentle girl, and she wanted to laugh at the people and return all the complaints she had heard along the way.

But her current identity is no longer just a girl, she is the leader of the wilderness tribe, and even after this thrilling refuge, she has become a pillar in the hearts of the tribesmen.

"I'd love to have a priest help me."

Tired, flustered and anxious, coupled with the rain, Pula already felt herself hot and fainted.

"Patriarch, what do we do now?"

Not only Pula, but the rest of the people also sat on the ground tired and didn't want to get up.

"Send a message to the Purple Flower Tribe, the terrain is very high, and there is no safer place than the Purple Flower."

It's not that Pura is decisive when she makes a decision, it's that they have no other choice.

The White Rock Tribe was on the mountain, but she estimated that the height of the mountain was not safe, and if it was flooded all around, the White Rock Tribe would be an isolated island, and it would be trapped in it.

Besides, the Wilderness Tribe has always stood behind the Purple Flower Tribe, and taking refuge in Baiyan at this time will inevitably make people feel a sense of betrayal.

Leaning on the big tree to enjoy the shade, the purple flowers are the thick thighs they have been looking at many years ago, and no matter how far the road is, they have to move over.

It's just that they tossed along the way, and I don't know how much they will lose.

"Patriarch! The messenger is back! ”

The shouts of the tribesmen woke the distracted Pula, who rubbed her face vigorously and tried to sober herself up, and hurried out to find the messenger.

"How?"

"The Purple Flower Tribe is willing to place us in the outer city!"

The good news was not surprising, but it was also a relief to Pula.

She knew that as long as Zihua could help, she would definitely not refuse, but she was afraid that the situation would be too serious, and Zihua would not be able to rescue them.

Now, it seems, it's not the worst yet.

Perhaps relieved in her heart, Pura walked softer as if something had been taken out of her body.

In the second half of the journey, she led the people forward like a ghost, even if she didn't have to walk her own road, she had to try to control herself from falling off the back of a sheep.

Fortunately, the Purple Flower Tribe brought a team of people to pick them up at the fork in the mountain road, and Pula saw Jun Qianqian's figure and smiled brightly.

Only this guy can look so dazzling and so leisurely when others are unlucky to die.

Pula looked at Jun Qianqian, who was still dressed in white in the rain, and complained secretly in her heart.

"You have worked hard in the rain, the Purple Flower Tribe has prepared ginger soup, drink some of it!"

I hate a thing, I really hope that other people can be sad with me, Jun Qianqian smiled very kindly, in fact, full of bad taste.

"Ginger soup? Is that what kind of medicine is that? ”

After Pula got sick, the whole person looked a little stupid, she didn't know that this thing is currently very popular in Purple Flower, even if everyone drinks it painfully, but the effect is really good, making people feel pain and happiness.

"It's no longer useful for you to drink ginger soup, you're already having a fever."

When Jun Qianqian held Pula's hand, she felt the abnormality of her body temperature, and hurriedly touched Pula's forehead again.

The kid could see that something was wrong at a glance, and obediently asked Jun Qianqian to check her, but she didn't react at all except for Silly Le.

"Am I going to die?"

Pula looked at Jun Qianqian's calm face, if there is anything perfect in this world, then there is only this person in front of her, why is she always so easy, as if all the difficulties in front of her are not worth mentioning.

If Pula was still awake at this time, she would definitely not let herself praise Jun Qianqian like this in her heart, she kept laughing at Gaduoqian blowing, but she was confused now.

"No, Zihua has a pharmacopoeia, you will get better soon, and the affairs of the people can also be arranged by us, you can rest in peace."

Jun Qianqian, who was much shorter than Pula, stood on tiptoe and touched her head.

This girl has worked hard for the people until now, and the cold will get better, at most the medicine is a little bitter.

"I'm a little unaccustomed to seeing her so quiet."

Gadot didn't leave, and was sitting next to Pula's hospital bed with a chair, she easily changed the wet towel on Pula's forehead, and poked Pula's cheek with a finger.

"No one talks to you anymore, are you lonely?"

Jun Qianqian had just come back from decoction and was wiping her hands on a towel, Gadot watched Pula sleep very peacefully, and her face was quiet, and she couldn't bear to wake her up.

"Get up and take your medicine!"

It's a pity that Jun Qianqian doesn't have this concern.

"Ugh."

Gadot put away the compassion that he rarely used on Pula, and watched Jun Qianqian's rough shaking, if Pula was an egg, it is estimated that it would be scattered by now.

"Hmm!"

Jun Qianqian's technique, the dead can shake the corpse.

"Plantain board blue root big package, the most classic prescription of the Purple Flower Pharmacopoeia, I have used it and said that it is good!"

Gadot and Pula didn't know why Jun Qianqian smiled evilly, Gadot helped to stabilize the patient, and watched Jun Qianqian have inexplicable convulsions.

"Is this medicine really okay with you?"

Pula had a sense of foreboding.

"Of course it's fine, come on, Pula, drink the medicine."

Jun Qianqian smiled gently and weirdly, and said in a tone of "Da Lang, drink the medicine".