At this moment, on the main road of the Huosuo tribe, there is a young man running barefoot, he squints at the chase of a group of people behind him, and shouts happily.

Behind him were a dozen Horso warriors armed with spears and scimitars shouting in the tribal language for him to stop.

"A group of natives who are not enlightened, I will go to my brother and you will take care of it!" The young figure may have been a little tired from being chased, and when he heard the strange screams behind him, he suddenly felt upset, and he turned his head and scolded: "I'm going to corrode you all into blood later!" ”

A spear grazed his ass and flew over, and the boy turned around and threw out the earth stone that he had held in his hand for a long time, and the warrior in front of the stone was on the forehead, and the warrior who was hit screamed and covered his head and withdrew from the chase.

The boy was happy again when he saw his stone hit the target, grinning happily as he dodged the spears thrown by the Horso warriors.

Just when the boy thought that he could run out of the Huosuo tribe all the time, a strong figure suddenly appeared in front of him, and when the boy couldn't dodge and was about to hit the human wall, the strong figure suddenly rounded his fist and hit the boy in the face.

The boy's entire body flew upside down, and he lay on the ground and spat out a large mouthful of blood, even with half of a broken tooth mixed in the blood.

The corners of his mouth twitched in pain but he didn't scream, he raised his head to look at the strong man with his numb mouth, as if he was looking at a dead man.

"Tell me your name." The boy said vaguely.

"Maca." A sturdy maca with her arms around her chest.

"You hit me in the face, do I want your life?" The boy suddenly grinned, and the blood in his mouth slowly flowed down the corners of his mouth.

In the distance, another group of people came, led by the old patriarch of the tribe, and behind him was the second team of people who had nowhere to go but came to join in the fun.

The eyes of the young man whose face was swollen into a pig's head lit up, and he quickly got up from the ground, ran to a young man who had frowned tightly since he saw him, hugged his arm and said coquettishly: "Brother, he beat me." ”

Guzhen broke free of his arms and said expressionlessly, "Guqi, why did you come here?" ”

The boy named Gucci said something that sent chills down the spine of everyone present in the scorching sun.

"Brother, grandfather asked me to bring your body back to the family."

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Mu Qinghe and his party walked aimlessly in the Huosuo tribe, and Shengyou suddenly asked, "Where did Xiaomi go?" ”

"That kid seems to like those kids here, and just ran to give them a check-up." Fubo said casually.

"It's so nonsense, we have to call him back, let's discuss what to do next, really think this is a safe place to calm down?" Rain said with annoyance as he dreamed of his sniper rifle that he didn't know where to go.

"I'll call, I'll call." Mu Qinghe hurriedly spoke: "You discuss the next plan first, and I will come to meet you when I find him." ”

"Be careful." Shengyou said.

"Don't worry, I'll go first." Mu Qinghe slowly ran away.

After a while, the panting Mu Qinghe sat down on a lump of dirt.

Not far away, a group of laughing children chattered around Xiaomi, who responded with a smile and stirred the earthen pot used to boil medicinal materials.

The children used the tribal language, and Xiaomi spoke authentic American English, which was simply a chicken and a duck, and Mu Qinghe didn't understand why they could talk so happily.

He didn't rush to call Xiaomi back, but just became a bystander, watching the happiness of others.

In fact, he just wanted to run out and sit quietly alone under the pretext of looking for millet, following Shengyou them, he was too tired.

It's not that he doesn't like this group of friends, it's just that they are all too good, so good that they make themselves envious, so good that they are ashamed of themselves.

Take Shengyou as an example, the more you come into contact with him, the more you will find that this is a man with armor all over his body, he is armed to the heart, so cool that he has no friends, and his strength is so strong that even his opponents can be subdued by him.

That time on the plane, he faced his own emotional outpouring of feelings, maybe he just complained about a weak person who had some emotional resonance and stopped complaining, and it was impossible to make him open his heart.

There is also the fast running Fubo, the sniper genius He Yumeng, and Xiaomi, who knows all kinds of medicinal materials and is proficient in all first-aid techniques, they have already achieved proud results in the industry they are proficient in.

Mu Qinghe looked up at the unique scenery of the desert dusk and the sunset, and he asked himself, what will he do?

The identity of the captain who was abandoned by his subconscious? Or are you a variety of specialized areas that you have tasted in the half-year training?

Mu Qinghe shook his head, his eyes revealing the confusion and panic that he tried his best to hide when he was next to his teammates.

Maybe this kind of life doesn't belong to him, and he is just the principal Xiongqi who is afraid that the three teams of flowers will be too eye-catching and will be arranged as a green leaf to embellish the character.

He made up his mind to submit an application for withdrawal to the principal after the end of this semester, thinking about it, fate is like this, but he has to fight for life and death, and fight until he is disgraced and then go back to continue the original way, Mu Qinghe smiled, bitter and astringent.

"Captain, you're waiting for me." A voice sounded in Mu Qinghe's ears, he turned his head to look, and saw Xiaomi leaning close to his ear and laughing: "What's the shock, let's go." ”

Mu Qinghe stood up and patted the dust on his buttocks, and said, "I saw that you were chatting happily just now, so I didn't bother you, can you understand what they say?" ”

"I don't understand, but it's easy to guess." Xiao Xiao said happily: "Children's minds are the simplest, just smile at them." ”

"You're a smart kid." Mu Qinghe punched Xiaomi's chest, and the short Xiaomi giggled slightly on tiptoe and hugged Mu Qinghe's shoulder, and the two walked side by side in the afterglow of the sunset.

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There are still six days left before the ancestral sacrifice.

"Where's Amu? Go get Amu back! The old patriarch of Hosuo ran out of the house in a hurry early in the morning, followed by a fat man with a grumpy look in his eyes.

That's right, it's just a fat man with resentful eyes that looks like a robbed daughter-in-law.

Hearing the patriarch's shout, Amu, who was leading the team to patrol not far from the wooden house, hurriedly ran over, she glared at the fat man behind the patriarch and asked, "Patriarch, what is the matter?" ”

The patriarch blew his beard and glared, "Hurry up and go home with your husband, didn't I give an order?" You're pregnant, and you can no longer participate in patrols and defenses within the tribe, so why don't you obey? ”

"Yes, Patriarch, I'll follow the fool Haji home." Amu lowered his head, making it difficult to see his expression.

Stupid Haji, that's not a nice name.

In the outside world, the word stupid mostly appears in the nicknames of lovers, full of pampering.

But for these Horsuo people, who have been tormented by hunger and illness since childhood, and whose brains are filled with the idea of strengthening their bodies and resisting foreign invasions, the term "stupid" has no other potential meaning, it refers to those who have no wisdom and no body.

That is, the word is full of insults within the Khoso tribe.

The wife calls her husband the fool Haji, and how much disappointment, how much encouragement, and how much sorrow there is. And Haji, who has been bullied by other children in the tribe since he was a child, never seems to know what resistance is.

Haji, who was accustomed to being submissive, smiled and said, "Amu, come home with me, I made a meal, and you didn't eat in the morning, which is not good." ”

A man who has been channeled into a warrior's mind since birth, cooks and waits for his wife to come home.

This thing, which should be praised by people in the outside world, is obviously a maximization of a man's incompetence in the Hosseau tribe.

The old patriarch sighed slightly, and waved his hand casually to signal Amu to go home.

The tradition of their tribe is that when the patriarch takes over, he will go to the outside world to live for a few years to broaden his horizons and increase his knowledge. So he has always scoffed at some of the dross ideas in the tribe, such as men can't cook, women can't hold weapons, these two clansmen regard iron laws in the Haji family have actually been broken, the old man has to think about it for a long time, how should the children of Haji and Amu live?

This child will always live in the shadow of his father being a coward and his mother being a monster, which is inevitable, even if the Khosuo people are simple and kind, but it is also destined to the ups and downs of this child's childhood, which is predictable but no one can change it.

Strangely enough, it is always difficult for people to accept ideas and practices that are different from most people's, and they will habitually use their own inherent thinking to figure out the feasibility of other people's plans, or ridicule or ridicule, and sometimes even treat them as outliers.

The old patriarch spat vigorously on the ground, and said hatefully: "The bullshit man doesn't cook, I'll go back and cook for my daughter-in-law, who dares to care!" ”

Thinking of my old woman who loves to sleep the older she gets, the old man's teeth hurt, it hurts.

There are still five days left before the ancestral sacrifice.

In a few moments, the sun will set, and as the ancestral festival approaches, the most onerous task is the escort of the powerful warriors of the tribe, and as their leader, Maca undoubtedly carries the heaviest burden.

But this man, whose parents died early, seems to really regard himself as an emotionless machine, who does not know how to work hard, does not know how to complain, and he does all the patrols inside and outside the tribe and the daily training of the escort team.

Many of the people of the Khoso tribe regarded him as a guardian saint in their hearts, and some people would suddenly calm down when they looked at him from a distance.

Once again, the old patriarch dug out the man who could easily overturn a camel from the sand, and then the old and the young sat side by side, watching the sunset in the sky, and the surroundings were quiet, except for the occasional sound of children playing in the distance.

This was one of the few days off for Maca, and it was only when the sun was about to set that he would break away from his companions and go to the hot sand and bury himself in the sand.

Maca's exposed skin was burned red by the sand, like a sharp sword that had just completed a sudden fire, the old patriarch looked at the simple face, and said softly: "Maca, the ancestral sacrifice is coming, this time the ancestral sacrifice is full of a strange atmosphere, and the defense within the tribe depends on you." ”

"Hmm." Maca replied heavily, like a camel snapping its nose.

The old patriarch didn't pay attention to it, let him just respond to himself, he continued to himself: "I have a very bad premonition, some bad things will definitely happen at the ancestral festival this year, but I don't dare to tell others, even the wizard I didn't say, I am the patriarch, I can't cause everyone's panic because of my intuition." ”

Seeing that Maca did not respond as expected, the old patriarch chattered, as if talking to himself against a wall: "I finally waited for the person who was waiting for me, and tomorrow I will go to him to complete the mission of the patriarchs of the past generations, and after that, it doesn't matter if I die or not." As for you, when your father died, he asked me to take good care of you, but for so many years, I haven't even found your mother-in-law, you can't die, at least until you find your wife and give birth, you have to live well, do you hear? ”

Maca's face was a rare redden, and she didn't know if it was from the sand or the sun. Seeing him like this, the old patriarch shook his head and smiled, slapped him on the head and said, "You foolish boy." ”

Maca's whole body was excited, and she quickly returned to calm.

There are still four days left before the ancestral sacrifice.

A group of teenagers sat leisurely on a dirt slope, and below them were the warriors of the Khosuo tribe who were training daily.

The black boy Fubo held a weed in his mouth, touched his head that had not been washed for more than ten days, and said, "See? The woman who stood side by side with the strong man named Maca was the most powerful person with knives in the Khoso tribe, called Amu. ”

Shengyou, who was squatting on the side, also looked at her, his eyes surging with war.

"Hey, I know you're interested, it's going to be hard to hold back for so long without doing anything, right? Why don't you try it out with her? Fubo had been paying attention to Shengyou, and after seeing his reaction, he suddenly became excited, and this guy who was afraid that the world would not be chaotic shouted loudly.

Shengyou ignored the lively Fubo, he stood up with his hands propped up, patted the dust on his hands, and walked down the slope, followed by Fubo with a smile.

"What's wrong with you? Since that time you came back from looking for Xiaomi, something was wrong with you. Yumeng looked at the two of them who had nothing to do, rolled her eyes, she turned her head and poked Mu Qinghe with her elbow and said, "Xiaomi beat you?" ”

Xiaomi, who had been fiddling with his medical kit next to him, suddenly collapsed and said: "Who can I beat in our team, he is the second to the bottom, and I am the first." ”

"I'm fine, don't think about it." Mu Qinghe smiled bitterly, a woman's intuition is really terrifying.

"Let's go down and watch the fun." Xiaomi saw that Shengyou and Fubo were surrounded by the Huosuo people, and suddenly said with bright eyes.

"Go ahead, that old man came to me just now, let me come over when I have time today." Mu Qinghe stood up and patted his buttocks, and slowly walked down the other side of the hill.

Looking at Mu Qinghe who disappeared from sight, Yumeng frowned and muttered, "This guy is weird." ”

Khoso tribe, in the middle of the wooden house.

At this time, there were two old men, a man and a woman, standing at the door of the wooden house, they saw Mu Qinghe who was walking towards the wooden house, the two looked at each other, and they both saw the smile in each other's eyes.

Mu Qinghe felt a little strange when he saw the two old men standing at the door, of course, he didn't think that they were waiting for him.

Mu Qinghe approached the patriarch of Huosuo and asked in a low voice, "Old patriarch, what are you looking for me for?" ”

The old patriarch and the white-haired old woman glanced at each other again, only to see the two of them move their feet slightly, standing on the left and right of Mu Qinghe, completely presenting the door of the wooden house in Mu Qinghe's sight, the two old men who are close to old age, one left and one right, in the absence of anyone around, slowly knelt down to a young man who was only nineteen years old for a few months!