The sound came into Namuli's ears. She was so numb that her body shook unconsciously. She took a step forward unconsciously, and looked at the direction where the sound came from with green eyes.

The lazy footsteps were getting closer and closer, and he walked out from behind the tent in the cliff wearing guard costumes. The first thing that entered Nakura and Namuli's eyes was his feminine and evil face, which was not an exaggeration to describe it as beautiful.

Meng Zhuo was already immune to the face in the cliff, and knew that this was also a powerful evolutionary orc.

He pointed to Nakura and Namuli beside him: "These two are Nakura, the patriarch of the Nacha tribe, and his female child Namuli. If you have any questions, you want to find Elder Mu Qing. Is he here?"

The cliff nodded: "He is tidying up his tent inside."

"You actually asked the elders of the Shenmushu human race to organize their own tents!" Namuli exclaimed, his voice different from the hoarseness he used to, but instead brought some softness inside.

The cliff finally turned to look at her. Namuli's heart frowned. She was stared at by these evil eyes. She felt that her breathing was a little uncomfortable.

The eyes of the cliff only stayed on her for a moment, and then looked at the head of the Meng Zhuo again: "I send orcs in and call him, you can wait here."

After saying that, he pointed to the outermost tent without animal leather curtains.

The leader of the Mengzhuo clan was accustomed to it and took Nakura and Namuli to the tent on the side: "Hurry up, I have to go back to clean up the tent. I have been so exhausted these days."

The corners of his mouth twitched: "It's not my begging you."

The head of the Meng Zhuo clan rolled his eyes. This kid really didn't give him the patriarch of the big tribe at all.

Looking at the cliff turning and leaving, a hint of doubt appeared in Nakura's eyes, while Namuli stretched her neck and looked at the figure gradually moving away, hoping to take advantage of the opportunity to see more.

"Mengzhuo, this orc really has no respect for you, the leader of the tribe." Nakura frowned. In fact, what he said was that this orc did not have any respect for him, the leader of the tribe. He just ignored him and Namuli throughout the whole process, which made him very unhappy.

Meng Zhuo didn't know what he was thinking, and there was a strange smile on his lips: "I don't dare to let him salute me or something. He is the captain of Ji Nuan Wu Medical Guard."

Nakura frowned: "He is the captain of the Witch Medical Guard and not the Witch Medical Doctor."

Meng Zhuo gave him a very meaningful look: "It depends on which witch doctor's guard captain he is."

Meng Zhuo's words made Nakura and Namuli curious about the legendary witch doctor Ji Nuan: "I don't know if I can see this powerful witch doctor Ji Nuan this time."

Meng Zhuo smiled and shook his head: "I really don't know this. I will see you tomorrow anyway. Doctor Ji Nuan is a very kind and kind witch doctor."

Namuli's eyes were full of ambition, and a shyness appeared on her face: "If Doctor Ji Nuan's treatment technique is so powerful, I wonder if I am lucky to learn some."

"You should stay by your father's side obediently." A cold voice came in, interrupting Namuli's temptation.

After turning his head to look at a few songs, a middle-aged man with white hair and white eyebrows walked in.
Chapter completed!