"No, I wouldn't." Mo Yi'er hurriedly denied it, put the last rice fruit into the animal skin bag, and then looked at Simola seriously.

"But if you don't, sooner or later someone will come to you for trouble."

"Let's wait for us to become stronger, there are only three of us now, you and your own original tribe, isn't it too early to say this?"

Silkra was slightly stunned when she heard this, it was true, how could he think about it for so long? "Then Mo Yi'er, what are you planning to do at the moment?"

"I was about to ask you, is there a territory around the Tribal Alliance that doesn't have an owner?"

"This ...... Except there, all places are people's territory. Simala thought carefully before replying cautiously.

"There? What is the place there? Why is there no one there? ”

"It is called the land of death by the old people, many years ago it was the territory of the Weishi tribe, there was a hot year and it rained a lot, and it was many ......days in a row," Simola said, moving all her fingers and pointing to her toes, Mo Yi'er knew that he meant more than twenty days, and Simala had never learned numbers with Mo Yi'er, so she didn't know how to express those numbers at all. After the heavy rain, the people in the tribe were all sick, and then they died little by little, and the Leaping Tree tribe used to be close there, but they also died several people, and they brought the news back, and then no one dared to come near there, and the old people called it the place of death. ”

"Oh!" When Mo Yi'er heard this, she couldn't help but think about it carefully, after the heavy rain, the dead should have died because of the plague, and at this time, having a plague would mean the destruction of the whole clan. "How many years ago was that?"

"Uh...... Yes, it was when Silkra and I were so high. "Smora bent down and compared, it was about the height of a child of three or four years old, so it was more than ten years ago, even the plague was long gone.

"Hasn't anyone been to the Vis tribe since?"

"No, it's the land of death, and who's going to go? Mo Yi'er, you wouldn't be fighting the idea of the Weishi tribe's territory, right? But there......"

"It's okay, we can go check it out and don't stay there if there's a problem."

"But if you get closer, you'll get sick and die." Simala said anxiously that in this era, human beings are still very envious of these things, they say that it is the land of death, and there is also a theory that it is a place of rejection by the gods, and the people of the Weishi tribe are also people who are punished by the gods.

"It's okay." Mo Yi'er didn't think so, when she approached, she could observe if there was anything unusual in the neighborhood and then approached, and she would definitely not joke with her own life.

"Alright! Since you are not afraid, I will go with you. "After this period of time, Simela found out that no one could dissuade Mo Yi'er once he decided, otherwise he would not have said that he would leave the camp.

"Thank you, Samala. Actually, you can go back to the Flowing Cliff Tribe, where everything is very good, and you don't have to suffer with me. ”

"Mo Yi'er, I don't think it's hard now, on the contrary, I'm very happy, I'm free here, I don't have so many things to worry about, and I won't worry about letting others see the identity of a man." There is still one last sentence that Smora has not spoken, and that is because Mo Yi'er is by her side, which is the most important thing.

"Hehe, since you like to endure hardships so much, I won't stop you. In short, I will work hard and use what I know to live a better life in the future. Mo Yi'er solemnly promised, there is a silk mosa, they are three people, the beginning of three people is better than two people, and one more person is more strength.

"Well, Mo Yi'er, I believe in you. So when are we going to get out of here? ”

"It won't be long, wait until I discuss it with Little Pompom and Grandpa."

Simala nodded, looking forward to the days ahead.

In the evening, they returned to the tribe with rich prey, and the old man greeted them, but the little pom-pom was still hiding in the shed, which made Mo Yi'er a little worried, and after dinner, she took the little pom-pom's share of food to find him, and was stopped outside the shed by the old man again.

"Grandpa, what the hell is wrong with him? Why didn't you let me see him? "

"Grandpa didn't say it, he was thinking about something."

"Thinking about what? I can't even see me, grandpa, did you say something strange to him? Mo Yi'er remembered that the old man forced himself to give birth to a child for the little pom-pom, and maybe he would also say strange things to the little pom-pom.

"What strange thing did I say? I just said a few things that would help him. The more the old man said this, the more Mo Yi'er felt that he had said something strange.

"Grandpa, you'd better tell me what you said, otherwise the little pom-pom will suffocate himself by hiding in the shed like this."

"I don't want to sue you, huh!" The old man stubbornly raised his head, that kind of thing is very difficult to say. Where is there a grandfather who allows his grandson to accept other men to share women with him? It's a bit strange to think about it now.

"Grandpa, how can you do this? Stubborn again. Mo Yi'er was worried about the little pom-pom, so she had to quarrel with the old man again.

"You're stubborn, I've never seen you so stubborn before. Hmph, even if my grandson still has a fancy for you, if I had bitten your neck and eaten you. ”

"Huh? You're going to eat me? Don't be afraid to knock out your big teeth. ”

"My teeth are very good, tiger bones can't be knocked out, just a few bits of meat, let me eat it for nothing, I still have to think about it!"

"Eh, what's wrong with my meat, grandpa, you're too much."

"Where did I go too far, you kept forcing me to say, go back to your own shed, I don't want to see you."

"This isn't your shed, I want to see the little pom-poms, huh!"

"Don't see it, my grandson just won't let you see it." The old man stopped at the door of the small pom-pom shed, and he didn't give way to death.

"Grandpa, why are you arguing again?" The little pom-pom finally couldn't help it and came out to see Mo Yi'er. I didn't sleep all night this day, the little pom-pom was much haggard, there were two smears of blue and black on his beautiful face, and his eyes were no longer bright, and the whole of him was filled with a confused atmosphere, as if he was covered by something.

"Pom-pom, what's wrong with you? What's going on? When Mo Yi'er saw him like this, her heart lifted up.

"Nothing, I'm fine." The little pompom stood there and replied quietly, as usual, he immediately pounced and was cute.