"Huh..." He let out a long breath, raised his hands and slapped his cheeks, calming his increasingly irritable anger. After a while, he felt his stiff cheeks soften. Gao Feng squeezed out an ugly smile and said gritting his teeth: "Then do you know what you call?"

"I know this. Grandma called me Baipier and said I was whiter than other girls..." Finally, she could answer Gao Feng's question, and the girl became much happier. She talked endlessly as soon as she opened her mouth, adding a few black lines on Gao Feng's forehead.

"Okay, Baishai, you took two people out to several people, dozens of men, just draw one with charcoal on yourself, no matter whether you paint on your arms or face, dozens of women, just draw one on the person you are with, ten children, and one on the other, do you understand?"

As he was talking, Gao Feng suddenly understood the meaning of the animal skin. Food is calculated in units of hundreds. One hundred units represent a symbol, so it is marked with different symbols. The same is true for pastoral animals. One hundred small tails represent a big tail. But the problem comes again. A hundred big tails are ten thousand pastoral animals? He didn't believe that there were 6,132 pastoral animals.

I thought that Gao Feng was confused again when he figured out something. If it was in a decimal system, then it was clear at a glance. If it was in a hundred-cent system, the number of pastures and animals was obviously not up to par. Although he didn't care about it normally, he also knew that the tribe's pastures and animals would definitely not exceed the population.

Three people went out of the room and three more people were added. Maybe here, you will enjoy the feeling of beauties embracing each other. Gao Feng is not here. He is not indulging in the white dress he remembers, but his different aesthetic views make him have a particularly strange mood.

Six stereotyped and dull statues made Gao Feng bored. Looking at the girls' appearance, it seemed like a martyr who was about to sacrifice to the demon, he was even more upset. In the bored waiting, he pretended to study the animal skin in his hand. The crackling sound of the torch burning was the only movement. He couldn't help but think of the little red sand that was sleeping under the bed and liked to secretly bury food. Suddenly, a feeling of discomfort surged in his heart.

Gao Feng told himself more than once that Hongsha would be fine, but he himself knew that children of this age would not be able to survive. Thinking of this, his heart couldn't help but feel ache.

In this world, the peak is lonely. Even if he fights with the tribal warriors on the battlefield, he cannot integrate into it. Black Claw is a decisive leader, but he is definitely not a good father. He has never met his mother. Everything makes him feel indifferent and alienated.

Only two people can make him feel some warmth. One is to be toothless, straightforward and lazy, and some small thoughts are harmless. He is a good bad friend. The other is Hongsha, pitiful and cute, which makes people feel distressed from the bottom of his heart, but takes good care of him and soothes his lonely and lonely heart. He doesn't talk much, but the concern in his pure eyes is the most unforgettable for him.

After thinking too much, Gao Feng couldn't help but become obsessed with it. Looking at the torch, recalling the little bits and pieces of Hongsha. They were both memories, but no longer deliberately wanted to find the former self. There were only Hongsha's eyes and gaps in his mind, and occasionally the figure of a pole.

"Great Elder, we're done..." As he spoke, three strong girls with some lines showed their skin to Gao Feng calmly, making Gao Feng stunned.

Gao Feng missed a little, charcoal was not a pencil, and it was not evenly consistent, so the girl drew her face and hands and only had her body left, and the position of her chest and abdomen was the best place to record.

At the first moment, Gao Feng looked away, his mouth and tongue became dry, and his heart became restless. In the violent beating, his misty eyes moved to the girl's body for some reason, and then he flashed away again like an electric shock. After three or five times, the hemorrhoids on his lips became a little impatient and muttered: "It's very cold..."

"Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty..., so perfect. Could it be that the bun drawn by the Great Elder is a woman? In this way, the fanged sword is a warrior, the spear is a slave, and the little stone is a servant? Uh... where did I count it?"

Looking at the peaks in front of him like spring peaches and the dizzying redness, the nasal cavity also became hot with dizziness, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty. Gao Feng forced himself to move his gaze to the girl's face and counted again on her cat-like leveling. This time he successfully broke through the obstacles in his chest and reached his lower abdomen. There were a few traces there before he could see clearly, and he saw the orchid in the valley under the black forest there, and his brain was blank...

A drop of nosebleed fell down his upper lips to his chest. Gao Feng's eyes became empty, and the place between his legs began to rebel. Gao Feng's image made several girls anxious, thinking that Gao Feng was injured, and three unhooked girls' frankincense swayed, surging around Gao Feng, causing Gao Feng's nosebleed to spray from dripping, and then his eyes turned white, and he fainted in a state of severe blood loss...

"Are we too anxious?" said the second elder, who was standing at the door and seeing Gao Feng being rescued by a naked woman, and was darkened with eyes darkened and blood stains left in his nose.

The second elder narrowed his swollen eyes and saw Gao Feng's appearance, he couldn't help but shake his head and said, "The blade needs to be sharp before it can be sharp. The eagle must be retreated from the abyss to learn to fly. The three claws are the future masters of the tribe. For the tribe, I can only be sorry for the three claws..."

"And..., and if this is not the case, Sanzha still won't get used to women. I think this has something to do with Sanzha that has never been by a woman since she was a child..." When he said this, the second elder looked at Black Claw carefully and couldn't help but take a step back. Sanzha's mother is a taboo. If he angered Black Claw, his eyes would not want to see anything again.

Black Claw lowered his head and thought, not paying attention to the second elder. After a while, he sighed leisurely: "It was me who neglected that he did not like women. From now on, I will make up for it twice as much. I must send all the most beautiful women in the western wilderness to San Claw..."

"I'm afraid... I'm afraid of deepening the shadow in Sanzha's heart. Do you want...? Do you want him to taste the woman's taste first?" What he said was that things will turn against each other, but the idea was to remove the firewood from the cauldron. If Gao Feng heard the second elder's idea, he would hate no one else the most in his life, and he could only be the second elder.

"Put these things aside first. Do you know the slaves brought back by the Three Claws? Fifty slaves can kill more than 100 ground arm warriors. The number of tribal warriors is insufficient. If you want to step on the ground arm tribe, you only have to wait for ten years. I don't have ten years to wait. Should I pick out some of the slaves..."

Black Claw and the second elder said their thoughts and went further and further away, leaving behind the peak of severe blood loss among the women. Everything was passionate and weird...
Chapter completed!