"What is dimple?" Yuan Zhan has not responded.

  "It's the hole on Tu Hou's face I saw someone who used his fingers to poke it twice. Is that nest really cute?"

  “Oh!” Yuan Zhan felt that his heart was shocked

  "Or do you like Tu Hou?"

  "Hey!" This time is a heavy hammer. It is obvious that the rabbit was seducing him (Yan Mo). How did he become the five big three thick rabbit’s he liked?

  Yan Mo patted him. "In fact, I also think that Tu Hou is very cute, especially when he smiled."

  Kill and roast that rabbit!

  [1] TheTu Part of Tu Hou means rabbit……he meant Kill and roast Tu Hou……

  The distorted expression of the youth is strangely to please the uncle who is over forty years old.

  Yan Mo touched his face and smiled and asked: "If those two dimples grow on my face, would you be very happy?"

  Yuan Zhan couldn't help but fantasize about it. His buttocks smirked on his face. Two deep dimples…… My goodness! I want to poke!

  Poke the top again, the tip of the tongue is drilling in, and the bottom is also poked in, hehe!

  His priest will scream for him, his body will twist and twist, his mouth will sneer and bite, sneer half and cannot help but frown, and he will bite him with his mouth……

  Yan Mo bowed, Yuan Zhan follows with bowing, and the two eyes fell in the same position.

  Yan Mo's face was pumped. "Hey, on the street, people come and go, can you pay attention to chastity?"

  "What is the chastity?" Yuan Zhan is shameless, he turned sideways, intentionally or unintentionally.

  Yan Mo was very keen to slap him there, and he was afraid that it would attract attention, even attracting this person to become more sexual.

  "Hey!" Jiu Feng, who was sleeping in Yan Mo’s arms, had a small head drilling.

  Yan Mo pushes it inside with his fingers, and its face is too noticeable.

  Jiu Feng opened his mouth and grabbed Yan Mo's finger and pulled it gently.

  Yuan Zhan rubbed his lips and suddenly bowed his head and bit Yan Mo earlobe.

  "Hey!"

  Yuan Zhan smiled and didn't talk. He only reached out on the shoulders of the teenager, and he rubbed his short hair.

  Yan Mo wanted to knock him away, didn't knock, and went with him.

  Ding Fei followed behind the two, he look at Priest Da Ren, look at the Leader, and he smiled awkwardly.

  Because of the goal, the three did not stop on the road, they went directly from the fourth row to the second row.

  The stall manned by The Yufu Tribes is in the third place in the second row.

  Yan Mo still wanted to go all the way. After a while, and he will start to stop all the way. If it is not the ear that can't be closed, and he can't wait for his ears to plug.

  Here, slaves are the lowest goods, they are equal to those captured beasts, and sometimes even worse.

  Not every tribe is cruel to slaves that are to be sold, but even if there are no tribes who deliberately torture the slaves, they will not deliberately be merciful to these slaves.

  At this time, the weather is not warm, and it is better and warm at noon, it is cold in the morning and evening, but few of those slaves are covered with fur, most of them are naked, they are frozen and shivering, and the children are shrunk. When you are warming up together, when someone looks at someone of them, they will be forcibly pulled out to show their bodies. If they are too dirty, they will be washed with cold water, no matter what they are cold.

  This situation is even more serious at the Moer Gan booth. Most of their goods are slaves, trained, and not long before they are caught. While selling the trained slaves to the tribes, they trained and trained the new slaves on the spot, and all kinds of miserable scenes were unsightly in front of him.

  A slave rose up and rebelled, and was hanged on the spot.

  When Yan Mo walked there, the slave was twitching and swallowing the last breath.

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  Yuan Zhan is very familiar with this, and his eyes did not twitch.

  Ding Fei’s smile disappeared. He was quiet for a while and he said if there would be no Mo Da Ren, Leader and Meng Da Ren would treat them all as slaves when they accepted them as The Awu Tribe? After the Leader brings Yuan Ji warriors, The Awu Tribe would no longer able to escape and turn over.

  They may also be arbitrarily beaten, raped, and killed like these slaves.

  If the tribe does not have provisions to turn people and intelligent creatures into slaves, what will women and children who are sent to Jiu Yuan now become? Will they be as happy as they are now? Will the tribe still be full of laughter and smiles everywhere?

  When he think of the hatred and numbness that he has everywhere in the tribe, he can hear the slave’s screams and cry when he think of where I am going. Ding Fei think that the atmosphere he is used to in the tribe’s relaxed and happy atmosphere becomes heavy and dark, Ding Fei felt unbearable.

  Fortunately ,we have Mo Da Ren, fortunately!

  At this time, Ding Fei is determined to support all the rules set by Priest Da Ren.

  Yan Mo rubbed his temples. Should he be thankful that the abused slaves he saw all the way were still not dead? The dead ones was already dead before he arrived. In fact, and he also knows that he just didn't look at it carefully. If you look closely, you will find a lot of people dying.

  He has an idea, but he still needs to think about it.

  Jiu Feng was unwilling to be lonely. He drilled from Yan Mo's arms, his wings were fluttered and he flew to the top of the boy's head. A pair of seemingly shrewd eyes glanced at the square. It saw a lot of delicious food, but Mo Mo said the beast here can't be eaten, because him being seen is more troublesome, then what if he can't be seen, no problem there……right?

  Now look at what you want to eat, and wait for the evening…… Hey!

  Yuan Zhan grabbed the boy's hand and shook his thumb on his back. "If you want to buy a slave this time, you can only but one who you can tame."

  "Do you know what I want to do?" Yan Mo saw someone from the first booth who was picking the bones, the picking speed is very fast. Once picked out, there are slaves who use the fur to bundle the bones. When the person negotiates the exchange price, the slaves go forward and take the package away.

  "Yeah." Yuan Zhan followed his gaze.

  Yan Mo shook his head and smiled. "I bet you don't know what I want to do."

  Yuan Zhan was hooked up and Yan Mo refused to say, "I think someone has started to pick up the bones at the booth and wait for you later. It is responsible for changing the bones with others. You don't have to grab the person in front of him. When he picks up, we will put the rest of the package into a circle.”

  Yuan Zhan nodded. The person who collected the bones in front also needs to pick, but Yan Mo does not need it. What does this mean?

  When they arrived at The Yufu Tribe's family, Yan Mo saw that they didn't take the bamboo rafts as goods, and he asked the other about the bamboo without actually mentioning them. Instead, the two looked at the things they had, just like everyone else.

  The Yufu Tribe seem to be rich in herbs, and their stalls have all kinds of herbs except the most common furs and bones.

  They also helped to treat people for medical treatment. Only for a while, Yan Mo saw two people from different tribes asking for medical advice.

  The arrival of Yan Mo three people naturally attracted the attention of The Yufu Tribe, Yuan Zhan and Yan Mo separated, Yan Mo looked at the herbs, and Yuan Zhan was responsible for picking the bones.

  Although Yan Mo said that there is no need to pick, Yuan Zhan still doesn't want h suffer too much? He picks out some bones that look bigger, harder or special, and exchanges them with perforated bone needles and twine.

  The Yufu Tribe were very happy. They also have needles, but they are not so finely sharp and do not have perforations holes on them. This kind of strong twine is not necessary, they asked Yuan Zhan very much for other goods. Yuan Zhan looked up and looked at it. It seemed that the other goods were not very eye-catching. In the end, they said they only needed two bamboo poles for the tent.

  In order to make good use of the needlework, The Yufu Tribe’s people simply removed a tent. Anyway, if they had no bamboo poles. They could also let the slaves cut trees to support nearby.

  Yuan Zhan waved his hand and let Ding Fei take the big bag of bones and take two bamboo poles back to the second floor.

  Yan Mo is still there to see The Yufu Tribe and women who are treating…… the doctors.

  The Yufu Tribe who gave treatment to the beasts used the stone knife to dig the carrion of the injured calf wound, picked a few herbs and threw the leaves into their mouths, chewed them, spit them out, and smeared them together with the juice on the calf.

  The wound hurts and the face is distorted, but they hardly make a sound.

  After the old man finished all this, and he grabbed a few herbs and put them in a large leaf. He wrapped it with a fine straw rope and handed it to the wounded. "Change the medicine once a day, each time with at least two leaves per herb. Herbal medicine should be chewed, don't swallow the medicine, rinse the mouth with water afterwards, don't let the water touch the wound."

  "Will it get better in the future?" The wounded worriedly asked.

  "It will heal well if it does not rot." The old man patted his calf to comfort him. "The weather is cold, it should not be bad, go."

  The wounded left a piece of sturdy fur and left.

  A woman who was picking herbs took some herbs and walked to the old man, whispering something, looks like she asking about the effects of those herbs, but her unnatural look is obviously more than that.

  The old man answered the woman's question. After that, and he paused again and rummaged through some herbs and handed it to her. He whispered something.

  Yan Mo faintly heard something like: "Go back and burn it into ash, stuff it in."

  The woman took the herbs, some of them were hidden in her arms, and some of them were held in their hands. She dropped a large salt stone with almost fist size and hurriedly headed down.

  Yan Mo was close, and he vaguely heard the woman say that she was bleeding under her body for almost a year.

  This kind of illness is not limited to the monthly changes. It is said that good hygiene is also needed. It is difficult to treat recurring diseases. In addition to the pathological changes produced by the patient's body, the environment and personal living habits of the patients also have an impact.

  The practice of burning the herbs and stuffing them into the lower body has also been done in the ancient world in his original world. It is very rude and not routinely effective. Sometimes improper handling can cause other diseases due to unsanitary conditions.

  But Yan Mo didn't open his mouth to stop or correct anything. The woman didn't want more people to know about her coming to see a doctor at the first sight. For this reason, she also changed some unwanted herbs.

  "Child, I see you are here for a long time, do you have anything you want?" The old man sorted the herbs and asked with a smile.

  "You are careful with these herbs." Yan Mo said very sincerely. Compared with the herbs placed on other stalls, the herbs of The Yufu Tribe's women are not spoiled, the roots are roots, the leaves are leaves, and the treatment is very refreshing.

  When he saw Yuan Zhan changing to bamboo poles, and he did not leave, just for these herbs. Some herbs he knows, some he doesn't know, and there are several kinds he knows that he needs.

  "Do you understand this?"

  "Know a little."

  "Are you a Priest disciple?" The old man guessed from his dress and the temperament that was different from the average person.

  Yan Mo shook his head. He was not a Priest disciple, but The Priest himself.

  The old man laughed and there was a deep gully on his face. "Child, which tribe are you from?"

  "Jiu Yuan, upstream of the river."

  "River upstream? That's a famous wild land. I didn't expect your days to look much better than ours." The old man sorted out the herbs and grabbed a few hay in his hands.

  "You are the Priest of The Yufu Tribe?" Yan Mo grabbed a star-like, seven-eight-corner, green-colored, fruity, small fruit that he sniffed in front of his nose. Familiar with the irritating scent, the nine achievements are the octagonal that can be used as both medicinal herbs and seasonings.

  This is also what he saw when he saw the result of the octagonal, and the characteristics of this thing are obvious. Otherwise, it is easy to miss the impression that it is often seen in the dried octagonal.

  The fruit is like valerian and red fennel is also very similar to the octagonal. However, the octagonal fruit has a maximum of nine corners and a thicker corner. The horns of the valerian fruit are sharper and more slanted, more angular, can reach eleven corners and red fennel has fourteen horns, both of which are poisonous, the latter is more poisonous, and the ingestion is unimaginable.

  In order to avoid misunderstanding, Yan Mo secretly used The Guide to determine it again, confirming that it is an octagonal.

  "We don't call ourselves priests, we call ourselves shamans. I am old shaman. Now the new shaman is my disciple. I am old, I don't want to die in the tribe, and I can still walk around with everyone look." The old man smiled mildly, and the hay in his hand gradually became a straw.

  Yan Mo first came into contact with such an approachable old shaman and his face also brought a three-point sincere smile. "Oh? Then you can come to our Jiu Yuan and look around. We welcome any friendly guests and will not reject other people priests or shamans or witches.”

  “Oh, unfortunately we don’t have a boat. If we want to go to the river upstream. We have to go through a lot of high mountains, go through a lot of jungles, wait for us to come to you, don’t know how many years, maybe on the road we would end up dead.”

  “Maybe you can discuss with Moer Gan to borrow their boat?”

  The old man once again smiled deeply and gully, seemingly to say “child, what do you say silly things.”

  "There is always a way. Old Shaman, I heard that you are from The Yufu Tribe, do you live near here?" Yan Mo put the octagonal side aside and grabbed another khaki-colored almond-shaped fruit to identify it. Is this Amomum?

  1]…… Yu Fu means fisherman……like literally fisher man……so they must live near the river……to fish…plus they bamboos……that shit doesn't grow in the desert.

  Amomum has a good effect in the treatment of indigestion, fetus abortion, and stomach, and can also be used as a seasoning.

  The old man looked at Yan Mo, and their tribal residence was not a secret. They told the other party that there was nothing. Even if the other party saw their herbs, it was not a short distance from the river upstream to them, let alone to attack.

  “Our place of residence is some distance from the Moer Gan tribe, not close to the river, but near the river in the other branch of the river. It is a beautiful valley surrounded by jungle. If no one leads you on the road, it is easy to get lost in the jungle. There are many beasts in the woods."

  Bamboo forest? Is there a bamboo forest? "Old Priest, you don't have to be wary of me. I am not malicious to you. I think you have a lot of herbs that I can use. I want to exchange them directly with you, just not at the market."

  The old man was quiet for a while and he said, "Can we not directly exchanged them now?"

  Yan Mo smiled and shook his head. "So many people looking around, there are good things that can't be brought out."

  "What good things do you have?" The man was interested.

  Yan Mo looked around and got up and said to the old man: "Let's talk inside?"

  The old man dropped the straw and was about to reply.

  Yuan Zhan suddenly grabbed Yan Mo, "Wait!"

  Someone came to them. The other person goal was clear. They were the ones who took the lead in leading that tribe to Huang Jing Tribe Cai Yu, who was in charge even called out: "Jiu Yuan's two, wait for one. Wait!"

  Cai Yu walked quickly in front of them and saluted: "Honorable guests, hello. The goddess is shining, and is blessed by The God of Water Tian Wu, these are Ding Yue Tribe from the largest tribe in the river. They just saw your goods and wanted to make a deal with you.”

  Yan Mo opened his mouth and felt a gaze. Looking up, and he saw a long-haired shawl headed man with a naked upper body and his lower body was wrapped in fur. The young man with a skirt, a pair of sandals on his feet, he wore bronzed on the neck, arms, wrists and ankles was looking at him with a very deep gaze.

  Yan Mo suddenly felt a long-lost commotion in his abdomen.

  Yuan Zhan turned sideways, keeping Yan Mo behind him, "Ding Yue Tribe? What good things do you have? Want to exchange with us?"