When Shanshan returned to the Hongyu patriarch, she also polished the story made up by Jun Qianqian.

"Will the Bluegrass Tribe really be stupid enough to go home and exchange supplies in order to save the patriarch's daughter? Besides, where did they get the supplies? ”

Hongyu didn't believe that the Blue Grass Tribe would do this, and he never felt that family affection was worth the loss.

"Whether the Bluegrass Tribe agrees or not, we can send a message to the past, there must be other tribes behind the Bluegrass Tribe to help, maybe they will help them with this material."

Shanshan stood behind Hongyu, gently slapping his shoulders for him, and analyzed in his ear.

"Even if the Bluegrass Tribe refuses our request, it's a big deal to continue to lock up those two girls, but the Bluegrass Tribe abandons their compatriots, I'm afraid it won't sound so good to say."

She knew that Hongyu was a greedy person, and doing business was to make money on both sides, so that he would not suspect him.

"Hahaha, if the Bluegrass Tribe doesn't accept it, take those two people out of the door and cut them down!"

If Hong Yu did this, the resentment of the people would also be alleviated, and with the black cauldron thrown to the altar, he would be able to continue to be the patriarch of the river valley where he could sit back and relax.

Shanshan smacked her tongue secretly.

Even if she doesn't have any concern for Lily of the Valley and Jun Qianqian, she is not to the extent that she wants to kill two people, and she just hopes that the little girl who has changed into a person will have a back hand and can save her life.

For the sake of the face of the fellow at the same time, Shanshan thought about the two of them for half a second, and then threw this matter to the back of her mind.

Jun Qianqian sneezed fiercely.

"The little doll is sick?"

Uncle Yong, who came to deliver the meal, raised his head and saw Jun Qianqian's tearful appearance, when the little stupid baby sneezed, he bit his tongue fiercely, and at this time he was squatting on the ground with his mouth covered with a miserable scream.

"Hmm!"

Jun Qianqian thought to herself who was scolding her behind her back, and looked up at Uncle Yong with tears in her pitiful eyes.

In the past few days, she has finally gotten acquainted with this jailer uncle.

"I'll get you some hay later."

Uncle Yong's age in this world can be regarded as Jun Qianqian's grandfather, he doesn't care about the affairs of the river valley tribe's expedition, he didn't ask if he won or lost, but he didn't expect that after returning from a battle, two young girls were imprisoned in the dungeon.

What kind of iniquity is this?

Uncle Yong just shook his head, still very curious and locked the two in, he picked the most spacious cell, this one even has a palm-sized small air window, you can vaguely feel the sun rising and setting outside.

What can two female dolls do wrong?

However, out of sympathy, he could only help a little as a jailer.

Uncle Yong still lives a repetitive life every day, he is the gatekeeper of the dungeon, and he has been taking on this job for a long time.

Every day, he went to collect his share of food, and he was not alone in such a special division of labor, who may be old or disabled and unable to participate in hunting, so they can only stay in the tribe's territory.

The altar assigned them work, and they were able to barely make ends meet.

No one remembered that there were still two people in the dungeon who needed to eat, until someone came to the altar and told Uncle Yong that the food for the two girls was in charge of the altar and asked Uncle Yong to fetch it every day.

Uncle Yong was rarely curious.

He asked about the origins of the two girls.

"They are from the Blue Grass Tribe, and they are captives captured by the patriarch."

In just one sentence, Uncle Yong understood the precarious situation of the two.

"Thank you ......"

Uncle Yong remembered the younger girl, she had whispered thanks to him, and if his granddaughter was still alive, she would be seventeen or eighteen years old.

Uncle Yong listened to the instructions of the sacrificial altar and took extra care of the two girls, who were also likable children.

Even the older, stubborn-looking girl looked at him with a worried look when she saw him come in with a heavy barrel.

Do these two girls really have a chance to go home?

The news reached the Bluegrass tribe, and the bluegrass tribe also urgently replied, agreeing to exchange supplies for hostages between the two sides.

Hongyu wanted the Blue Grass Tribe to make up for the losses of the River Valley Tribe in the war, and the things he wanted were unreasonable, and the two sides were still negotiating, and a few days passed.

Luo Ze originally thought that no matter what the river valley tribe asked, he would agree.

He didn't plan to give it anyway.

But if you agree too simply, it will be easy to expose the purpose, and you can only stalemate back and forth.

I don't know what Jun Qianqian's situation is now, Luo Ze is becoming more and more irritable, and a vacuum is about to form around him.

Now no one dares to approach him, for fear of sweeping to the end of the typhoon and being taught a lesson inexplicably.

Ya Bai, the patriarch of the Blue Grass Tribe, didn't want to come to the head now, but there were some things that he, the patriarch, couldn't afford to be lazy, so he could only come to see Luo Ze hard.

"What's the matter?"

Luo Ze's cold eyes swept over, looking like he would get out if there was nothing serious.

"Patriarch, the Blue Grass Tribe can be preserved this time, and it all relies on the help of the Purple Flower Tribe."

When Ya Bai sent people to the bazaar like the Purple Flower Tribe to ask for help, he never thought that the Purple Flower would help them to this point, and now even his own priest has taken it in.

"Getting to the point."

Roze got impatient.

"The Blue Grass Tribe owes too much to the Purple Flower Tribe, and they don't know how to repay it, the Blue Grass Tribe is willing to become a subsidiary of the Purple Flower Tribe, whether it is to return to the old land or merge with the Purple Flower Tribe, they are all under the orders of the Luo Ze Patriarch!"

Ya Bai had no choice but to omit all the words he had prepared, and after speaking quickly about the clan/common decision, he half-knelt down in front of Luo Ze, bowed his head and waited for Luo Ze's answer.

"If it's a gesture, you don't have to do that."

Luo Ze didn't even raise his eyelids, Zihua didn't send warmth to help the Blue Grass Tribe, and when the River Valley tribe was blown up, Zihua would not be soft on the reward she should get.

"It's not like we want to pay off! I know that the Bluegrass tribe is poor, and there is nothing to produce in the soil, so we will still pay back the money for weapons slowly! ”

Ya Bai thought that Luo Ze meant rejection.

"What's the difference between that and what we're doing now?"

Luo Ze looked at this bluegrass tribe that was sent to the door as a junior brother, the last one who took the initiative was the wilderness tribe that asked for an alliance, and he felt that there would be more and more such things in the future.

"We can replace the Purple Flower Tribe and manage the defeated River Valley Tribe!"

Ya Bai said this, and Luo Ze really looked at him.

At first, the Purple Flower Tribe didn't have the idea of attacking the River Valley Territory, but now the plan has changed, such a large piece of land as the River Valley Tribe really needs to be managed by manpower, and the Blue Grass Tribe recommended itself at this time, and it was when they dozed off that they sent a pillow.

"Why are you going to do that?"

Luo Ze finally raised a little interest, he stared at Yabai with a smile, even if he lowered his head, Yabai could feel the heat of this gaze.