Ji Nuan raised her eyebrows and looked at Nakula who was trampled on the cliff, curled her lips: "Don't run away? What a pity..."

"I don't believe it!"

After saying that, he looked directly at the cliff: "Fill it."

Looking at Nakura who was struggling with her feet in vain, she showed a malicious smile, opened the small porcelain bottle in her hand, shook a little powder in the stone bowl held by the orc next to her. The water in the bowl instantly turned into a faint green, and it also emitted a fragrance.

The cliff did not give Nakura the chance to refuse, so he grabbed his chin and squeezed it hard, and then poured it in.

But Nakura, the dog thief, vomited out the next moment.

Seeing this, Ji Nuan looked at the cliff: "Release your chin after feeding it."

Then he said to the orc who came over with water, "Go and pinch his nose."

A hint of pleasure flashed through the orc's eyes, and regardless of Nakura's vicious gaze, he reached out and pinched his nose.

"Gudong~" A sip of water from the cliff was fed in. Nakura, who was unable to breathe, subconsciously swallowed the potion.

After a while, he panicked and found that he had gradually lost control of his body. He could think about things except his head, and other parts of his body could no longer move as he thought.

"Anang~" Nakura raised her head vigorously, looked at Ji Nuan, who was sitting in her red eyes, and kept making unidentified sounds.

"Don't worry, this is only temporary. The orcs in the Monte tribe can't bear to you, a second-level evolution orc. This medicine powder will make your body unconscious, but I will give you an antidote tomorrow." Ji Nuan explained very kindly.

When the other orcs saw that their clan leader was fed such a rude medicine, they all drank it consciously when it was their turn.

After sending orcs to take the beasts down, Ji Nuan looked at Meng Zhuo and Meng Luo: "Are you really going to kill them all?"

Meng Zhuo nodded with gritted teeth: "Nakura is such a tragic man who has caused our Monte tribe to be too miserable. If he doesn't kill other tribes, he won't be relieved."

Meng Luo looked at Ji Nuan: "Does Ji Nuan have any better ideas?"

Ji Nuan did not directly answer Meng Luo's words, but asked them: "How is the food prepared by the Monte tribe?"

Meng Zhuo sighed: "The thorntail worm thing not only delayed many days of hunting, but also ate food stored before when hiding in the cave, so..."

He smiled bitterly: "If you want to have a good cold season, you still need a lot of food."

Meng Luo nodded: "It's really a bit worse. After dealing with the affairs of the Nacha tribe, we still have to hurry up and hunter-gathering and prepare enough food."

Ji Nuan smiled and looked at the two patriarchs: "What are you still worried about food? Isn't there a tribe who wants to deliver food to you now?"

Is there such a good thing?

Meng Zhuo and Meng Luo instantly sat upright, looking at Ji Nuan with bright eyes: "Which tribe?"

Ji Nuan looked at them with a treacherous look on her face: "It's right in front of you!"

The two beasts were shocked: "You want to send us food? That's not possible. The Watson tribe has helped us a lot. How can we ask for your food again? It's absolutely not possible."

Ji Nuan rolled her eyes speechlessly: "I won't give you food, we don't have enough food."
Chapter completed!