Outside the tent, Xiao Luo held Mo Yan with one hand, and clenched into a fist with the other, his face was pale, and his teeth were gritted.

Her perception of He Zhiyuan can be said to have changed again and again. When he first met He Zhiyuan, because of Mo Yan's relationship, Xiao Luo treated He Zhiyuan as a dangerous person to guard against, and even almost shot He Zhiyuan.

After fighting side by side in the fortress, Xiao Luo greatly changed his opinion of He Zhiyuan, and even entrusted Mo Yan to him.

Then, because of his dislike for Yu Ji and Victor, Xiao Luo was also disgusted with He Zhiyuan, who was mixed with them.

Until just now, after breaking He Zhiyuan and the fire scorpion, Xiao Luo's dislike for He Zhiyuan was not as simple as disgust. Because just now she clearly saw that the woman lying on He Zhiyuan's bed had a confused expression, obviously she had lost her mind after being drugged, which was obviously, a **!

If it were to be replaced by before, such a scumbag who was jealous and hateful Xiao Luo must have been slashed with a sword, and there was nothing to say. But......

Xiao Luo's fists clenched and loosened, released and clenched...... In the end, he let out a long breath and suppressed the anger in his heart. Because she knew very well that if she and Mo Yan, who were betrayed by the traitors of the Thunder Dragon Society and hunted down by the Yu family, did not rely on He Zhiyuan, they would have no chance of survival. For Mo Yan's sake, she could only tolerate He Zhiyuan.

Originally, she brought Mo Yan to He Zhiyuan, wanting to persuade He Zhiyuan at the end not to get involved with people like Yu Ji. But now it seems that there is no need for her to say anything more, she has already classified He Zhiyuan and Yu Ji into the same category, and she has also made up her mind in her heart, as long as she finds other ways to take refuge, she must take Mo Yan away from He Zhiyuan, a scumbag.

"I said, what is the matter with me that you are looking for my master?" At this time, the door curtain moved, He Zhiyuan walked out of the tent, looked at Xiao Luo and asked with an unhappy face.

He Zhiyuan's unhappy appearance naturally made Xiao Luo's heart even more uncomfortable, she pulled Mo Yan, who seemed to want to speak, and said coldly: "It's okay, you continue!" After speaking, she pulled Mo Yan's head and left without looking back.

He Zhiyuan was stunned for a long time, and finally couldn't help but scold: "What do you mean? What do you mean by playing with me? If it weren't for me to save you, you would have died in the prison of the Yu family, if you weren't grateful, what would I pretend to be cold and noble with me? If it weren't for Mo Yan's sake, you would be willing to serve you? I ...... I?"

After scolding and scolding for a long time, He Zhiyuan crossed his waist and panted heavily, and was depressed outside the tent for a while, before finally suppressing the evil fire in his heart a little.

"Uh-huh......"

Inside the tent, there was a vague moan. He Zhiyuan then remembered that the fire scorpion was still waiting for him in a blanket, and he couldn't help but feel hot in his heart.

"It's okay left and right, why don't you continue?" As soon as he thought of this, He Zhiyuan's desire was resurrected, and he turned around and was about to go to the tent.

"Master Ho, Master Ho!" But just then, a short, stout Kruger native hurried in, "Chief, please make sure to go at once." ”

"I X" He Zhiyuan screamed, "Master, it's really not easy for me to push it down again......"

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In the center of the Satsuma tribe, there is a large tent, made of agate-colored helmeted animal skin, decorated with dark gold iron pear wood, making this tent both sturdy and imposing. It was the residence of the chiefs of the Satsuma tribe for generations, and today it is naturally the residence of Zuponsa.

The Kruger natives who followed the lead came to the front and back of the tent, and He Zhiyuan was very jealous and glanced at the sturdy iron plough door on the front of the tent, which could be closed and locked, and then pushed the door and walked in.

The space inside the tent was larger than He Zhiyuan had imagined, almost giving him the illusion that he was entering a serious house instead of a tent. The tent was evenly inlaid with the cores of five or six fist-sized unicorns emitting a soft white light, like five or six large light bulbs, illuminating the entire tent in detail.

This kind of extravagant lighting conditions are impossible for many nobles of the Xia clan to have. It can be seen that although this Satsuma tribe is a primitive tribe, it has lived in the resource-rich Chiling jungle for generations, and some accumulations may be stronger than many forces, such as the Warcraft Core.

He Zhiyuan suddenly regretted that he had pretended to be too much at the beginning, and his posture was too high, why didn't he use the silkworm to exchange more benefits with Zu Pongsa? As long as he changed a little, it shouldn't affect his image as a master, right?

"Master He, you're finally here, come and have a look!" At this time, in a space at the back of the tent separated by a wooden fence and an animal skin curtain, Zu Ponsa stood on tiptoe and exposed his head, shouting at He Zhiyuan.

The old man's face was red and he looked very excited.

He Zhiyuan walked to the side of the space, and he smelled an extremely strong strange smell coming to his nose. This is a strange smell mixed with medicinal smells, burnt smells and animal fat gas, it smells very bad, He Zhiyuan is completely out of politeness, so he barely covered his nose on the spot, it is really hard for the old man Zu Pongsa to be so excited to stay in such a place.

After a few more steps, all the furnishings in the space were exposed to He Zhiyuan's field of vision. What He Zhiyuan saw was a long table full of bottles and jars, filled with strange animals and plants, as well as all kinds of suspicious liquids.

Behind the long table, a huge round iron bucket hangs in the air, which is full of black, viscous liquid, and bubbles freely.

Obviously, this is a pharmacy with potions, but it is very crude and primitive, not professional at all, and even less scientific, He Zhiyuan almost complained that this is simply a small family workshop.

"Come on, come on, Master He, come and see. Zu Pongsa obviously didn't notice He Zhiyuan's disdain at all, but pulled He Zhiyuan to the side of the long table, and carefully lifted a piece of white cloth that was the only thing that could be called clean here, revealing several bottles of potions of different colors.

Zu Pongsa first picked up a bottle of green, pasty-like potion: "This was originally a very ordinary bottle of jasper ointment, mainly for the treatment of bruises and various external injuries, but after adding the worms given by Master He, ......" Zu Pongsa suddenly took out a dagger and cut a shallow wound on the back of his hand, and then, only poured out a little potion and smeared it on his hand.

A miracle happened, and in just a few breaths, the wound was completely healed, and not even a single scar remained!