I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

The system can program simulation language, which makes Mufeng very happy.

The next thing he had to do was to make the group speak.

But the problem is that these people have a dark face, and none of them are willing to pay attention to him.

"Don't speak?" Mu Feng frowned, "Does it have to be hard for you?"

But thinking of what Baiyue and himself said that these people can control poisonous snakes, he pressed this idea again.

He frowned and thought about it seriously, then got up and came to the person with the appearance of the leader, muttering "Back to Heaven" silently in his heart, pointing at the person's back, then stepping back, and waving his hand: "Untie him!"

Baiyue did so, went up to untie the rope on the man's wrist, and quickly backed away.

The head of the flower snake who had regained freedom did not get up, but knelt on the ground, looking at Mu Feng warily.

Obviously, he felt healed from his injury, but he was still worried about the person in front of him.

Mu Feng smiled and tried his best to express kindness: "You can get up and talk."

The man remained silent, but looked at Mu Feng coldly.

Mu Feng frowned.

The man still didn't speak.

He stepped forward again, frowned and said, "Do you have to let you know that it hurts?"

Speaking like this, he directly stretched out his hand, pressed against the painted man in the air, and drank: "Boom!"

The man with the painted face was only half kneeling and crouched.

As a result, he was pressed directly on the ground by Mu Feng's "boom", unable to move.

A look of horror appeared on his face immediately, and he shouted: "Huba, Huba!"

"Huba?" Mu Feng was taken aback, grinning strangely, "I'm still having a crispy rice!"

Even though he said that, he was not idle and pressed it again.

The man with the painted face was pressed to the ground and couldn't get up. He stared at Mu Feng, and shouted loudly in his mouth: "Dramj Khakhavard!"

Mu Feng held his forehead with his hand, and communicated with the system secretly: "Do you understand?"

The system replied: "It is matching, let him say a few more words!"

Mu Feng had no choice but to press it again.

As a result, the painted-faced man shouted again: "Dram khakavard!"

Mu Feng frowned: "You can't do anything else?"

As a result, he pressed again, still the same sentence.

He was completely angry: "Couldn't these people say anything else?"

Baiyue didn't know why, but he saw that the warchief was competing with this painted man.

He thought about what he said when he saw the man with the painted face all the time, and vaguely remembered the phrase "Waka Waka".

So he tentatively said: "Warchief, I remember they also said a ‘wakawaka’."

Mu Feng was overjoyed: "Great!"

He hurried to the communication system: "Can I add this sentence?"

The system replied: "Okay, the language system is matching generation, ding!

Please accept the host! "

Mu Feng shouted from the bottom of his heart: "Ma Liudi!"

Then a reading bar similar to a progress bar appears in the system interface.

One percent...

Ten percent...

15%...

Ninety-nine percent...

Ding!

Awula language transfer is complete!

Immediately Mu Feng felt that there was an extra language in his mind.

It feels very awkward.

Because there are many onomatopoeias in the whole language system, some of them need to be shouted.

But there is no way, it is better than nothing.

He passed through his mind for a while, nodded secretly, and said, "Wow, wow, wow, wow, khawa, West?"

The meaning of this sentence is: Can you talk to me well now?

The man with the painted face originally had a look of resentment, but after hearing Mu Feng speak their language, he immediately showed an unbelievable look.

He subconsciously responded with "Wow Wula": How can you know what we say?

Mu Feng sneered.

Of course I will!

He began to respond: Don't worry about how I am, let's talk about it, what is your name?

The painted-faced man didn't want to answer, but he didn't guard against Mu Feng once again pressed a "boom": If you can't be honest, I'm going to kill someone!

The painted man was frightened and angry.

In desperation, he had no choice but to speak in humiliation: My name is Yale Terrace, I am the Chief of the Dragon Division!

"Wenlongbu?" Mu Feng thought to himself, "Isn't it the spotted viper? What kind of dragon!"

However, his face remained unchanged, and he continued to ask: Then you can talk about it, why did you sneak attack on my people?

Yale Terrace: Because they are going to our sacred mountain!

Mufeng: What kind of mountain?

Yale Terrace: It's the mountain where you intercepted the gold!

"Huh?" Mu Feng was puzzled, "Copper mine?"

But his expression changed quickly: "There are poisonous snakes in the copper mine?"

He hurriedly asked: Are there poisonous snakes on your sacred mountain?

Yale Terrace: Viper?

Mu Feng: Those things that are wrapped around you!

Yale Station stared angrily: That is my Totem Dragon!

Mu Feng wailed his mouth.

A tribe with fewer than five hundred people, and a totem?

However, he immediately thought of what Bai Yue had said, that the number of people in this tattooed dragon department should have been quite large before, but it had clashed with the goshawk department many times, and was killed a lot each time.

Maybe this group of stubborn people was killed by the Goshawk group and fewer than five hundred people.

In this way, the heads of this group of people are really iron!

But thinking of the "sacred mountain" mentioned in Yale's platform, this seems to be understandable again.

He thought for a while and said: Is there your totem dragon on your sacred mountain?

Yale Station heard Mu Feng respectfully call it "Wenlong", so instead of continuing to get angry, Yale responded: Yes!

Mu Feng frowned.

Sure enough, there are poisonous snakes!

It's just that this point doesn't seem to have been mentioned by anyone in the Goshawk Department.

It seems that they did not take this matter to heart.

Now that he wants to take the copper ore, he is bound to encounter the venomous snake hidden in the dark.

He tried to ask: Could it be this way? Please leave the dragon on the sacred mountain, I want the gold from that mountain!

Yale Station: Gold?

Then he shook his head firmly: Wenlong has lived on the sacred mountain for generations, and we can't let them migrate!

"No?" Mu Feng sneered. You have never seen one that can make it migrate, right!

He had already made up his mind, the big deal is to let He Di go to the mountain to toss for a while.

Anyway, Harmony is immune to the poison of that poisonous snake.

"Wait!" Mu Feng responded, "Immune to snake venom, isn't Ba Jie better at it?"

He grinned weirdly.

Let Ba Jie lead a group of wild boars, how many snakes should not suffer?

So he smiled and said to Yale Station: I have a way to deal with your Totem Dragon, but I don't want to hurt your Dragon, so you still have a chance now! If you don't agree, don't regret it then!

Yale Station stubbornly shook his head: I don't believe it!

Mu Feng: Don't believe it?

Then he grinned and said: "Bai Yue, take the poisonous snake bags you caught and take him to see!"

Baiyue nodded: "Yes!"

So Yale Terrace was escorted and taken to the place where Ba Jie was-a pigsty.

Ba Jie is happily playing with its "beloved concubines".

Yale Terrace was puzzled, and didn't know what Mu Feng was going to do.

Mu Feng uses advanced animal training techniques to call the Eight Precepts.

Then he looked at Baiyue.

Baiyue carefully gripped the animal skin bag, loosened the rope, and hurriedly threw it to the third place of Sha.

There was a tremor in the animal skin bag, and a large variegated snake came out soon.

The snake was nearly two meters long, and as soon as it protruded its head, it flashed toward the gap in the pigsty.

Ba Jie caught a glimpse, grunted in excitement, and rushed directly with her **** pouting.

Before the poisonous snake could react, it was already rolled into his mouth by Ba Jie, and began to chew.

Numerous wild boars on the side smelled the smell of blood and saw the delicacy that Ba Jie was eating.

In the blink of an eye, a venomous snake was divided into several sections, which was really hotter than spicy strips.

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