Thinking of the village chief and the others behind him, Jin Qing turned his head violently: "You guys transform!" "She would rather have a good fight with this group of king eggs, than play with this group of brains every day in the future.

Village Chief: "What kind of body do you have?"

Villagers: "Why should they be transformed!

Looking at the innocent and unpretentious faces of this group of people, Jin Qing: "Why should Lao Tzu worry about this group of people, isn't this a problem with himself?"

After taking a few deep breaths and forcing himself to calm down, Jin Qing looked at the village chief fiercely: "The one over there, if you want to eat it, you can take it back and bake it." "It's really not good, Lao Tzu can help you bake.

The village chief glanced at the Meng clan hanging on the big tree in the distance, and looked at Jin Qing in great surprise: "You actually eat people!" ”

Looking at the village chief's expression as if he had been struck by thunder, Jin Qing: "Rub, didn't you just go around Lao Tzu to eat barbecued human meat!"

The village chief's reversal made Jin Qing even more irritable, and she felt as if she had been tricked: Lao Tzu's pants were taken off, and you actually started to play innocent with Lao Tzu.

Jin Qing looked at the village chief's infinitely obscene face in shock, and subconsciously wanted to make a move, but was stopped by 707: "Host, women have a very high status in the Jize clan, so no matter how old or young, women will not appear on the menu of the Jize clan." "So, don't do it, host, these people of the Jize clan are all immortal Xiaoqiang, and they can entangle with you to the earth.

When Jin Qing heard this, his face twitched twice unconsciously: This evil matriarchal society.

707: "That's not how it works!"

Subsequently, Jin Qing no longer bothered with the village chief, but turned around and left: if she stays here any longer, she will burst her blood vessels sooner or later!

The village chief saw Jin Qing turn around and go home, knowing that there was no more excitement today, so he also turned around to arrange for the surrounding villagers to hurry home for dinner.

As for Meng, who was hanging on the tree, he did not attract anyone's attention.

Although they don't eat women, they don't take the initiative to do anything for these women who are not their own people.

Otherwise, after millions of years, their entire Jize clan would not have ended up with only a few women, and most of them were lonely until they grew old.

707 turned his head in Jin Qing's sea of consciousness, quietly admiring the scene where everyone skipped the Meng clan and went home, and sighed very emotionally in his heart: No wonder for so many years, the population of the Yan Ze clan has not exceeded three hundred, and this one with low emotional intelligence is almost equal to his host.

Such virtue is properly noted for solitary life.

Just when everyone was about to go back to their respective homes, there was an ecstatic shout from behind him.

In fact, the doctor Ji Dafu is the same as the village chief, inherited by a fixed skill, and his profession became a "witch doctor" in ancient times, and is now called "doctor".

And although his combat effectiveness is only a little better than that of women, he is the person with the best memory and the largest brain capacity in the clan, and is therefore envied and respected by all the clansmen.

Seeing that there seemed to be another lively look, the villagers who had already gone far rushed back again, for fear of missing any of the highlights.

Doctor Ji's adaptability is really much better than Jin Qing's, in front of everyone, Dr. Ji shook the small yellow paper bag in his hand: "Patriarch, patriarch, I just invented a very useful gold sore medicine, and the effect of stopping bleeding is very good!" ”

Jin Qing, who was walking home, stopped and turned back in surprise: The three words of gold sore medicine seem to be a little familiar.

Doctor Ji didn't notice Jin Qing who was approaching his side, and he was talking to the village chief about how good the effect of this golden sore medicine was.

And described the dramatic scene before, just now his family carried Meng into the house and called him up to save people.

Looking at Meng, who was covered in blood and had a broken arm, Dr. Ji hurriedly put on his shoes and got out of bed to find medicine.

Who would have thought that the medicine had not been found yet, and Dr. Ji found a paper bag at the head of the bed as soon as he got out of bed, and "himself" didn't know when he put it over there.

took out the waist bag and sniffed it, and Dr. Ji found that there was a smell of hemostatic powder in it.

Although he couldn't remember exactly when he put a packet of medicine on the bedside, Dr. Ji still took a little bit of medicine powder and sprinkled it on Meng's wound.

After hearing Meng Shi let out a heart-rending scream, her wound actually healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Knowing this, Dr. Ji realized that "he" had actually made a medicinal powder with such a good effect.

So when Meng went out of the door, Dr. Ji also cautiously rushed out with the medicine powder to find the village chief, wanting to share such joy with the village chief.

As "witch doctors", every time they invent a new medicine, they will sign the name and date, and put it into the inheritance for future generations to use and worship.

It was a great honor for them.

Hearing the witch doctor say that the effect of the medicine was so good, the village chief was obviously very happy: "How did you invent it?" ”

Dr. Ji's excited cheeks were red: "I forgot." ”

The village chief was stunned, but he was still happy in his heart: "It's okay, do you remember the formula?" ”

Dr. Ji tried hard to recall it, and then shook his head lightly at the village chief: "I forgot too!" ”

The village chief smiled and patted Dr. Ji's shoulder: "It doesn't matter, that doesn't matter." "As long as people are still around, that medicine will be invented sooner or later.

Dr. Ji also smiled happily at the village chief: "That's right! "He believes that if he can make it once, he can make it a second time.

Jin Qing, who finally saw the appearance of the medicine bag in Dr. Ji's hand: "Can you still ask for face?" Occupy the fruits of Lao Tzu's labor, won't your conscience hurt!

707 secretly bared his teeth: This is torture from the soul!

But thinking that her nerves had never been normal since she met these people, Jin Qing stood in place and began to grind her teeth: she was not afraid of fighting with people.

But in the face of the village chief and the villagers' eyes of "I treat you as my own, you should be a happy second fool with us", Jin Qing had a strong sense of frustration.

707 looked at Jin Qing's constantly shaking face, and asked suspiciously, "Host, what are you thinking?" ”

Jin Qing replied categorically: "I want to die!" This feeling of not being able to do it really hurt her.

707 who felt like he was scared: "It shouldn't have spoken just now.

In the underworld

Throwing the tasker in his hand to the ground, he complained to the judge: "This time I really almost fell on this bastard. ”

The judge didn't care about the tasker on the ground, but just looked at the unlucky look, and became a little happy: "Encountered?" ”

Nodding: "Encountered!" ”

The judge began to snicker: "It's a loss! "Being able to get out of the way means that the other party can still communicate, which is a good thing.