"Bang, bang, bang......" Several clear splashing sounds sounded, and the unconscious Ye Qingcheng woke up wet.

In front of me, under a bright sunshine and in a lush forest, there was a primitive tribe with dozens of wild people. Grass and wood sheds were scattered, and many figures with golden tails walked among the tribes. They were all dressed in short animal skin coats, and were communicating or busy in the language of grunts.

Ye Qingcheng vaguely glanced around, revealing that he had been captured. He was tied to a thick wooden post, and he was bound by a dark white, unusually tough python tendon, and his slave struggled to find that he was too weak to break free. The effects of the Soul Smoke had not yet completely dissipated, and his power could not be used.

Liu Beishui was also tied to the same wooden pillar, and he was also woken up by a can of water, and he was looking at Yiqiē in front of him in a trance. Next to them, a small monkey about the size of a fist, Flurry, was also bound to limbs and tied to a wooden post. Xiao Bian, who was unconscious and had not yet woken up, was trapped and thrown aside with four hooves, and it slept quite freely.

Lihuo was treated as a dead cat, thrown aside at random, and was not tied or restrained, but it was in a coma and could not help them at all.

"Goo!" In front of them, an old chief with white ears and a white tail, carrying a human bone cane and a colorful bird feather crown, shouted at Ye Qingcheng.

The two sturdy golden-tailed men beside him, each holding an empty clay pot, stood by the old chief's side with great force, looking at the Ye Qingcheng brothers.

More than ten zhang in front of him, there was a huge bonfire, on which was placed a large round copper pot with a diameter of two zhang, and boiling boiling water was boiling in it.

"Hey, if you don't want to die, let us go!" Liu Beishui struggled a few times and shouted fiercely.

"Hmm!!" At this time, a strong man standing beside the old chief grinned fiercely at Liu Beishui.

"Stop struggling. Ye Qingcheng said: "Let's wait until the residual effect of the Soul Smoke is over, this python tendon has no spiritual power, and it will continue to collapse." ”

The old chief walked up to Ye Qingcheng, stretched out a finger, and with his sharp fingertips, cut a shallow blood mark on Ye Qingcheng's neck.

"What do you want to do!?" Liu Beishui said angrily.

"Don't irritate them. Ye Qingcheng reminded.

I saw that after the old chief drew a bloody mark on Ye Qingcheng's neck, he licked his fingertips, and then, he turned his face to a strong man beside him, muttered a few words, and then turned his face and left.

"What is he doing?" asked Liu Beishui puzzled.

"Taste my salty taste. Ye Qingcheng said.

"What do you mean?" Liu Beishui didn't react for a while.

Ye Qingcheng looked up at the huge bonfire not far away, the big copper pot on it was bubbling and bubbling, and from time to time there were some hot women with golden tails, holding various herbs and fruits and pouring them inside, and at the same time, there were people holding white powder and sprinkling it inside.

Liu Beishui was startled and said, "They plan to cook us?"

"You want to hunt them, but they treat you as a prey!" Ye Qingcheng said helplessly: "These are not fox beauties at all, they are authentic half-orcs - the Golden Tail Clan!"

Some of these primitive savages have human appearances, and some even have portrait signs, with bewitching, hot, and wild postures. However, this is limited only to women. Those golden-tailed men, except for their faces, almost all of them had rough golden hairs on their bodies, and their bodies were majestic and their limbs were thick, like golden tigers standing on their heads.

"The Golden Tail Clan?" Liu Beishui had never heard of it before.

"In the primeval era, there was a tiger beast god, these are his last bloodline inheritors, and the other branches have completely degenerated, only one of them is still the same kind as Lihuo - forest cat. Ye Qingcheng said.

"Are they distant relatives from the fire?" Liu Beishui said in surprise.

"yes. Ye Qingcheng nodded and said, "The saber-toothed green spotted tiger in this forest is still their close relative." ”

On the ground, a golden-tailed woman, twisting her waist and holding a clay pot, walked up to Liu Beishui and looked at him directly. Liu Beishui stared at her face, looked at it carefully, turned his head and smiled at Ye Qingcheng: "Actually, they also have a different flavor. ”

"For them, it's delicious, too. Ye Qingcheng smiled bitterly.

At this time, the golden-tailed woman brought the crockpot full of boiling soup to Liu Beishui, still looking at him with eyes as beautiful as amber.

"What is this for?" asked Liu Beishui puzzled.

"Flavorful. Ye Qingcheng explained: "If you pour soup into the body of the prey, it will taste better after cooking. ”

"I see. Liu Beishui stretched out his head and sniffed the soup gently, then tasted it, and said to the golden-tailed woman: "It's salty." ”

"Don't be picky. Ye Qingcheng said: "Hurry up and drink it, otherwise, they will cut your throat and pour the soup into it." ”

"So brutal?"

"Don't we treat our prey like this?" Ye Qingcheng said: "Just thinking about eating them, and taking into account their feelings? ”

Hearing the sound, Liu Beishui endured the heat, drank half of the soup in the crockpot, and then retched.

Seeing that Liu Beishui was so cooperative, the golden-tailed woman did not force him to finish drinking, but brought the remaining half to Ye Qingcheng, and he cooperated even more and decisively drank the soup.

"Why are these women still able to maintain their human appearance, but the men are so degraded?" Liu Beishui looked at the golden-tailed woman who left and asked puzzledly.

"Although they are half-orcs, their aesthetic concepts are similar to ours. Ye Qingcheng said: "The more signs you grow and the less body hair you have, the more you can attract the favor of stronger people of the opposite sex, which leads to the slower degradation of women than men." ”

Liu Beishui said: "I once saw a rare fox-tailed beauty on the auction floor, but I was disturbed by laughter, and I didn't take a photo, she is also a half-orc." ”

"No wonder you're so sure. Ye Qingcheng said: "There are indeed some foxtail half-orcs left, but they are all concentrated in the Lion Awakening Country. ”

At this time, there was a sudden sound of sharpening knives not far away, and the two brothers immediately turned their heads to look.

I saw that being tied to Xiao Bian who fell to the ground, a male golden tail was holding a sharp kitchen knife and shaving Xiao Bian's body, as a result, the donkey hair did not shave a few, but scraped out a string of flying sparks, Xiao Bian's skin was like a gold and iron casting, and it couldn't hurt at all.

The golden-tailed strong man scraped for a long time, picked up the kitchen knife and took a look, and the blade was open. He cursed angrily and said a few words he didn't understand, and then threw the kitchen knife aside, carried Xiao Bian whole, and threw it directly into the huge copper pot, as if he wanted to cook Xiao Bian's skin until it was soft.

In the face of such a big movement, Xiao Bian still didn't wake up, after it was thrown into the pot, it slept directly in it like a hot spring.

"Great. Liu Beishui smiled secretly, not gloating, don't look at Xiao Bian thin and old, shriveled, he had already heard Ye Qingcheng say that Xiao Bian's potential strength is a fifth-order, that is, a good beast at the Martial Emperor level. A pot of ordinary hot soup is boiled for ten years, and it is impossible to boil and soften its skin. However, don't expect Xiao Bian to help when you encounter danger, it is an old guy who is detached, last night Ye Qingcheng, Liu Beishui and Qianhua, and Phantom fought so hard that the sky fell apart, and it could stand in the forest and fall asleep, which shows how heartless it is.

Liu Beishui was happy that Xiaobian could buy him enough time. The reason why they are not nervous is because there are no strong people in this primitive tribe at all. Those children who are running around don't have any strength, the female golden tails are only first-order strength, the male gold-tails are second-order, and the golden-tailed old chief is almost third-order strength, but he is too old to be good. The entire primitive tribe members combined, could not defeat the two brothers.

"How long will it take?" Ye Qingcheng asked.

"Half a quarter. Liu Beishui said, "Wait." ”