After saying this, the tribe leader returned to his own tribe members.

However, he did not take his tribe members away immediately. Instead, after waiting for a while, he did not see another sable appear, so he took his tribe members away.

When they left, they passed by Chen Jian and Pan Huai, and did not forget to say hello to Chen Jian and Pan Huai again.

Pan Huai and Chen Jian didn't talk much. It was not until they came out of their perception that Pan Huai whispered: "I didn't expect that he would invite us to visit their tribe!"

Chen Jian signaled the sable in Pan Huai's arms and said, "They covet this sable and invite us to visit. They are afraid they won't have a rest tonight, so they probably want to discuss what to do tomorrow!"

Pan Huai nodded silently. He had already had a thorough conversation with Chen Jian before. What to do about the so-called discussion was actually aimed at Chen Jian and Pan Hai, not at Zi Si.

Because if this tribe wants to obtain sable, it must control Pancao.

Pan Huai was with Chen Jian at this time, which means that they had to control Pan Huai and Chen Jian. It was obviously unrealistic to control Pan Huai alone.

"You wait here, I'll go over and see the situation." After Chen Jian said this, he stood up, stretched out his wings, and took off.

Chen Jian was flying towards the tribe when he rose to a high altitude and was sure that he would not be seen by the people below. Even if he saw it, it was just a small black dot or something.

Not long after, Chen Jian landed on the tree he squatted last time.

At this time, the tribe leader and the dozen tribes he brought had just returned to the tribe.

Tribal life will set fires on the open space in the tribe during supper, and they will disperse after dinner.

When they left the tribe and went to the vicinity of the small river where Chen Jian and Pan Huai were, the dinner time was already over.

At this time, they returned to the tribe, and even the fire in the open space inside the tribe had been extinguished.

The tribe leader and the dozen tribes he took out did not raise the fire again, but sat down near the fire.

"Class leader, will they come tomorrow?" A tribe member asked at this time: "Do we want to send someone to stare?"

At the top of the big tree where Chen Jian was at this time, he could hear their voices, but it was very small, just like a mosquito hum. Chen Jian had to keep a high concentration in order to hear what they were saying.

"No need." The tribe leader said in a deep voice: "You can't do this either. The witches in the Wu Dynasty have cultivation. We send people to stare at them, and they may find them, which will arouse their suspicion."

"Class leader, invite them to visit our tribe. What should we do next?" another tribe member asked.

"Put some medicine in the wine." said the tribe leader: "Let their cultivation fail to be able to be exerted, otherwise we will not be able to get the sable!"

After a pause, the tribe leader said in a sinister way: "I don't know if we can have the strength of the witch after sucking the blood of the witch, and their cultivation techniques!"

As soon as the tribe leader said this, the more than a dozen tribe members showed a look of yearning and ferocious expression on their faces.

Obviously, they not only wanted to get Zisie, but even Chen Jian and Pan Huai were also planning.

There is no doubt that their conversation at this time completely confirmed Chen Jian’s previous thoughts and Pan Huai’s previous worries.

At this time, more than a dozen tribes nodded in the same way.

The tribe leader said in a deep voice: "How many more ma fruits are there?"

Hearing the words of the tribe leader, a young tribe member immediately got up and went to the place in the tribe that was specially used to store items. When he came back again, he carried a cloth bag.

The young tribe members handed the cloth bag to their clan leader. The tribe leader opened the cloth bag, which contained some brown fruits the size of an apricot.

However, this brown fruit is dried. If it is fresh, it will probably be about the same size as an apple.

This cloth bag is not big, there are almost twenty brown fruits.

At this time, the tribe leader picked up a fruit and opened it, and the rest of the tribe members also picked up the fruit and opened it.

This brown fruit is obviously what the tribe leader calls the saccharine fruit. The kernel inside is only the size of a soybean, and it is very fresh and does not dry because the fruit turns into dried fruit.

"Clan leader, are there only about twenty macaques? Is the effect sufficient?" asked one of the tribe members.

"It's almost done." The tribe leader pondered for a moment and said, "Around five macadamia can knock down an adult. About ten can be enough for two people. It's true that they have cultivation, but the amount of four people should be almost done! Besides, as long as they can weaken their strength, with our current strength, they may not be able to keep them!"

After a pause, the tribe leader said again: "What's more, we have to suck their blood. If the effect of this sausage fruit is too great, I'm afraid it will have an impact on us!"

"We can eat the flesh in advance!" the young man said with a smile: "If that happens, it will have no effect on us!"

"Then we have to pick fresh croaking fruits tonight!" said the tribe leader frowned.

"There is no danger, leave this to me, I'll go now!" The young tribe member stood up and said, "I'll go quickly and get back!"

"Okay, the effect of the flesh can last for two to three days, which is enough!" said the tribe leader: "Don't go alone, you three will take care of you."

When the tribe leader said this, he pointed to the other two tribe members.

The two tribesmen immediately stood up and left with the young people.

Chen Jian pondered for a moment, quietly stretched out his wings, and after rising to a high altitude, he followed the three tribesmen who went to pick fresh macaques.

After they left the tribe, they walked all the way south for about half an hour, stopped in a small puddle and picked fruits from several fruit trees growing next to the puddle.

These fruits have a fist size similar to apples, but are red rather than brown in color.

There were not many fruits, only dozens of them. After picking more than a dozen fruits, these three tribesmen stopped picking them, but set out on the way back to the tribe.

There is no doubt that they are picking numb fruits according to human heads.

After they left, Chen Jian fell silently, picked a few fresh fruits and stuffed them into his arms, then rose up again, returning to the top of the big tree he had hidden before.

At this time, the three tribes who were picking masturbation fruits had just walked back to the tribe and had not yet arrived at the tribe's open space!
Chapter completed!