"Don't be afraid, he won't hurt you!" Mo Yi'er waved her hand at them and said, trying to make herself smile softly and friendly. People who see the small pompom lion body for the first time are inevitably frightened.

"Are you Mo Yi'er?" A man about twenty years old pretended to be calm and asked, his face was somewhat familiar, he should have seen it during the Great Harvest Sacrifice.

"Yes, I'm Mo Yi'er! Since you know me, you should believe what I say, and he really won't hurt you. ”

Mo Yi'er's words won the man's trust, and he still stared at the little pom-pom in fear for a while before he said to the other clansmen of the Jiyi tribe: "Don't be afraid, she is the Mo Yi'er that the leader said." She won't bring the Golden Lion to hurt us. ”

Although the clansmen were very scared, they saw that the little pom-pom had not moved for a long time, and with the assurance of their clansmen, they gradually settled down. Then he looked at Mo Yi'er with very curious eyes, several of them had never left the barren territory of the Qiqi tribe, and naturally they had never seen a woman with such fair skin and flesh on her body. (Mo Yi'er is not fat, but the women in the territory of the few tribes are so thin that they even have wooden breasts...... Mo Yi'er was deeply attracted to them!

Mo Yi'er also let them look at them, showed them the most friendly smile, and asked the man who had just recognized her, "What's your name?" Have we seen it at the Great Harvest Sacrifice? ”

"Yes, I am standing by the side of our leader, my name is Shishui!" The man lowered his head slightly, the roots of his ears were slightly red, and he looked a little shy.

"Hello Shishui, hello all of you." Mo Yi'er greeted everyone and took a few steps closer to them, wanting to get closer to them.

"Mo Yi'er, did you come to our tribe on a special trip? Is it because of something? After calming down, Xishui asked the crux of the problem, after all, they are a barren tribe, and no one will come without important things. Even if the leader tribe wants to inform something, it is to tell the tribesmen of the tribe near them, and then they will tell it.

"Yes, I brought jerky to exchange with you, can you take me to your cave to talk to your chief?"

"Okay, come with us!" Xi Shui immediately agreed, he was originally a member of the same tribal alliance, and Xi Shui was not wary, not to mention that Mo Yi'er came with dried meat, which was too precious to them. It's the warm season, and they sometimes go hungry, and if they don't store some jerky, they'll all starve to death in the cold.

Mo Yi'er took the little pompom and Cai Ling'er and fell behind them not far away, and went to the residence of the Jiqi tribe.

These clansmen were very curious, and looked back at Xiao Pompom and Mo Yi'er from time to time, and even Cai Ling'er was also concerned. They had never seen such a beautiful bird in this barren land. If you grill its meat to eat...... Absolutely delicious. It's just that Mo Yi'er won't give them this opportunity to taste Cai Ling'er's meat.

The place of residence of the Jiqi tribe is about half an hour away from this water source, and the little pompom said that the vicinity of the residence is the closest to this water source, which shows how inconvenient the living water of the Jiqi tribe is.

When Mo Yi'er thought of this, she looked at the figures of several clansmen running in front of her, their bodies were very tanned by the sun, not only that, their skin was rough and dull, and they were even more sloppy than the Kannei tribesmen that Mo Yi'er saw when she first arrived in this primitive society. Presumably, because they are far away from the water source, they will wash their faces and bathe for a long time!

The population of the tribe was small, and the caves were naturally small, but even so, the men were greeted by women, children, and the elderly when they returned from hunting.

Seeing the women and children of several tribes, Mo Yi'er suddenly felt bad in her heart. The woman is also black and thin, her hair is as yellow as a chicken nest piled on top of her head, and her skin is a world of difference compared to Mo Yi'er's white tenderness. Children, in particular, are skinny and small, with big heads and dark eyes that show cowardice and longing, like hungry children in Africa in the twenty-first century.

The little pompom brought another panic, and under the comfort of Mo Yi'er and a few men in Xishui, everyone settled down. But the women's fear of the little pompom still can't be eliminated, and Mo Yier can only let the little pom-pom fly farther away, so that the women and the children can rest assured.

Mo Yi'er walked into the cave by herself, intending to talk to the leader of the Jiyin tribe.

There was a mixture of herbs in the cave, and the fine water brought Mo Yi'er to a bonfire and introduced a man lying on an animal skin to her: "Mo Yi'er, this is the leader of our tribe, Hehan. ”

"Hello, River Drought Chief!" Mo Yi'er said hello, and had already found out that this leader was sick, his dark face was slightly red, his eyes were cloudy, and he sat up with the help of fine water. "It's Mo Yi'er, god, you came to our tribe like this?" Although the river drought is sick, he is in awe of Mo Yi'er's words.

"I, I've come to talk to you about something...... But first, what is wrong with you, the leader of the river drought? ”

"It's hurt, it's old, it's useless!" He Han said sadly, obviously angry that he was useless.

"Where did it hurt? You seem to be feverish! ”

"Yes, the leader has had a fever for two days, but fortunately, the temperature is not too high!" A woman beside Ha Han cried and said, she still had a child in her arms, she looked like she was four or five years old. However, the people of the Chi tribe are malnourished, and the child should be older than he looks. Because his gaze is not as ignorant as that of a four- or five-year-old child, he looks at He Han very distressed, and his face is somewhat similar to He Han, thinking that he should be Hed's son.

"Don't cry!" He Han scolded the woman loudly, and then smiled apologetically at Mo Yi'er.

Mo Yi'er shook her head, saying that it didn't matter, she had a guess in her heart, looking at the appearance of the river drought, it should be that the wound of the injured guide was infected. "Can you show me your wounds?"

"Mo Yi'er, are you willing to help our leader? Thank you so much! Xishui was very excited, and immediately knelt down beside Mo Yi'er.

"You get up, of course I'm willing to help you, but I can't help at most, you don't want this!" Mo Yi'er sighed and helped the fine water up.

He Han was also a little excited, but because he was sick, his spirit was a little sluggish, and it was not too obvious. The woman who spoke just now didn't put Hed's drink in her eyes, and directly lifted Hed's animal skin, revealing the wound to Mo Yi'er.

The wound was not large, at the ankle, it was visually scratched by a sharp weapon, but the surrounding flesh was somewhat rotten, pus was flowing down, and when the skin was lifted, some rancid smell spread.