As he finished speaking, the wound on his face was bleeding again. Especially the corners of the mouth, the wound is the deepest, just a little bit of flesh is attached.

Mo Yi'er sneered, it seems that this person can't speak in the future: "You brutalize the tribesmen, naturally you are not qualified to be the leader again." And you will be a cripple in the future, and you will not be qualified to be a leader. ”

"You are the crippled ......" Sa'er couldn't stand Mo Yi'er scolding him, so he continued to fight back, but his mouth hurt even more, and the blood flowed more and more, he covered the corners of his mouth and glared at Mo Yi'er with a resentful gaze.

"Haha, I still said that I am not a cripple, and I am about to lose my words." Mo Yi'er laughed out loud, as long as Sa Er said a few more words, his face would crack. It won't kill him, it just won't make him speechless.

Moreover, the medical skills of this era were limited, and he could not stitch up the wound, and in the absence of Mango, no one would treat him.

"You...... Beat her up, beat her hard! Ah......h "Ahhhhh......h

"Your leader is crippled, launch a new one! However, this person must be a tribal man! Mo Yi'er glanced at the dogs who were following Sa'er, and warned them with her eyes.

And they were also frightened by Sa'er's situation, so they couldn't speak? Could it be that the leader is really crippled? If you can't say anything, how can you be a leader?

These people are ruthless and cold-hearted, and they are only superficial for Sa Er, he can't be the leader, how can these people support him anymore?

From the anger and madness at the beginning, Sa is now starting to be afraid. A few people around him walked away, making him understand his situation. He rolled his eyes, walked to Mo Yi'er and knelt down, kept yelling, and pointed to his face.

Mo Yi'er ignored it, he didn't stop, he was sweating in a hurry, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Mo Yier still ignored it! This man is not worthy of pity, he does not care about the lives of his own people, and he does not know how many people he has killed before! Mo Yi'er couldn't help but ignore him, and let everyone know his fate to see if anyone would dare to treat his people like this in the future.

The method of cooling down with alcohol really worked, and in the second half of the night, almost everyone had recovered their normal body temperature.

Mo Yi'er went back to her small cave at night, and Simala came to pick her up before it was dark, but Mo Yi'er was not at ease and refused to go back first, so Simala had to accompany her until now.

After being tired all day, Mo Yi'er went back to suck the blood of the golden lion, and she didn't have time to eat anything else, so she fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Mo Yi'er went to the small cave of Stella and told her about Sù.

Although Silka was jealous of the mountain tribe, Mo Yi'er did it, and she had no reason to object. And from the bottom of her heart, she also supports Mo Yier's approach. I only hope that the mountain tribe can change to a better leader, and lead the tribe to obey the leader tribe in the future.

So, Stella said that this matter was completely handled by Mo Yi'er. Mo Yi'er on the left and right wanted to deal with Sa'er under the banner of the gods, and even if the others muttered in their hearts, they didn't dare to say anything blatantly.

After talking to Stra about some other things, Mo Yi'er went back to eat and went to the altar with Xuebai. I'm going to lead other tribes to hunt today!

As soon as she arrived near the altar, someone came to greet her, two people from the Maoqi tribe and the Zhishan tribe, and their expressions were heavy. The eyes of this clansman from the mountain tribe were still red, and he had obviously just cried.

Mo Yi'er realized that things were not good, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" The tribesmen are feverish again? ”

The two shook their heads, and only one of the tribesmen of the mountain tribe spoke: "The other clansmen are fine, but they ...... Woo...... It's all Sa'er, he killed his own people! He couldn't help but cry again, and his words were sad.

Mo Yi'er's heart tightened, so she quickly ran to their big shed, and before she could go in, she heard the sound of choking inside.

Mo Yi'er paused before opening the animal skin curtain and entering.

The person who had been coughing was now lying there peacefully, with no painful expression on his face, and a face that had been flushed turned pale.

Mo Yi'er walked over and probed under his nose, and sure enough, there was no breath. Then he asked, "How long have you been out of gas?" ”

"I don't know, I couldn't hear him coughing at night, and I thought he was fine, but I just wanted him to drink herbs before I found out...... He's dead! ”

It seems that he died in the middle of the night last night, otherwise it would have taken many days for the cough to stop if he coughed so badly. This person is probably suffering from pneumonia. In this day and age, pneumonia is a terminal disease! "Take it out and burn it!"

Mo Yi'er felt uncomfortable, but she wasn't too sad, she had seen this person twice, and it was impossible to have too deep feelings. She just couldn't be angry, he didn't deserve to die, it was all Sa'er.

The tribesmen of the mountain tribe responded and went to prepare dry firewood in great pain......

After a while, Mo Yi'er realized that the clansmen of the tribe were still following her. She looked very anxious, but she didn't speak, obviously showing respect for her.

Mo Yi'er asked, "Your tribe ...... But someone is not good? She asked in a soft voice, for fear that it would be a dead person's business again!

The man nodded and said, "Leader Mo Yi'er, they have all withdrawn from the heat, but Huo Ha is ...... Something is wrong! ”

"Take me there!" Mo Yi'er glanced at the busy clansmen of the mountain tribe again, asked Xuebai to take care of it here, and followed him to the side of the tribe.

When he arrived at the shed, Sabra, the leader of the Maocha tribe, was busy greeting Mo Yi'er. His face was haggard, and his mind was sorrowful. It's so much better compared to that hateful Saar. At least, he really thinks about his tribesmen.

Sabra pointed out to Mo Yi'er a clansman hiding in the corner of the shed: "Leader Mo Yi'er, he is Hoha, who retired from the heat last night. At first, we didn't notice anything wrong, but when he was asked to drink the herbs as soon as possible, he cried and shouted that he wouldn't drink it, and called him Mother. His grandmother had been dead for years, and had never been like this before. We couldn't help it, so we drugged him, and he kept crying, like a child. Mo Yi'er, look at him......"

As he spoke, Sabra sighed, apparently aware of something.

Mo Yi'er nodded at him and walked towards Hoha. As soon as Hoha saw the stranger, there was fear in his eyes. "Who are you? I've never seen you before? ”

"Hoha, I'm Mo Yi'er, we met before, have you forgotten?" Mo Yi'er tried to make Hoha think of her, even if Hoha was in a coma when he came yesterday, he had lived near the altar for a long time, and he must have seen her.