This Is My Primitive Tribe Chapter 240

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Outside, the moonlight is like water, and the chirping of insects and nocturnal birds can be heard from time to time.

In the house, the fire was flickering, Jiang Xuan and Qingye chatted a lot about the Veng tribe and the central part of the Southern Wilderness, and the two had a great conversation.

It wasn't until late at night that Qing Ye got up and said to Jiang Xuan, "It's getting late, I should go back to sleep."

"Okay, be careful on the road."

Aoba lit a torch, turned around and walked out.

When she walked to the door, she suddenly remembered something, so she turned back and asked Jiang Xuan, "Tomorrow we are going to hunt in Heishui Ze, are you interested in going together?"

Jiang Xuandao: "If I'm going, the dumplings will definitely follow."

"That purple ominous bird? No problem, Heishui Ze is very dangerous. If it warns us from the sky, we will be safer."

Qingye didn't know what a dumpling was, but she knew that the purple ominous bird was very powerful and smart, and could play a certain role in the past.

"Okay, then I'll take the dumplings with you tomorrow morning."

"Then it's settled, go to bed early, and we'll set off at dawn tomorrow."

After Aoba finished speaking, she happily went downstairs with a torch and returned to her residence.

After Qingye left, Jiang Xuan closed the door of the stilted building, went back to the fire pond, took out the fruit that Qingye gave him that could increase his strength after eating, looked at it carefully for a while, and then put it back.

Fruits like this are great for fighters with low strength, but for a fighter as strong as Jiang Xuan, even if they eat it, the increase in strength will not be much.

In that case, keep it for now, maybe it will be used later.

Jiang Xuan put away his things, then lay on the bed covered with reed poles and animal skins, and fell asleep after a while.

When he fell asleep, the divine vine on his arm glowed briefly and faintly, but quickly faded away.

The next day, as soon as it was dawn, Jiang Xuan woke up on time.

He packed up his belongings and weapons, and covered the burning firewood in the fire pit with grass and wood ashes. This method could prevent fires and allow the firewood to burn in the grass and wood ashes, and the fire could be kept for about a day.

Jiang Xuan closed the door and went down the stilted building.

He washed his face by a shallow stream and cleaned his teeth with the animal hair toothbrush he carried with him and purposely ground salt.

If people from other tribes knew that he used salt to clean his teeth, they would probably beat his chest and scold him as a prodigal.

Because salt is too precious for the tribesmen.

After washing up, Jiang Xuan walked to the place where the crocodile tribe hunting team assembled.

The place was already full of people, and with Jiang Xuan's extraordinary hearing, he easily found it.

Because they want to enter the Black Water Lake, the Crocodile Tribe has gathered about a thousand warriors, and they are all relatively strong, most of them are warriors of two colors or more.

"Boss Xuan, here!"

In the crowd, Aoba saw Jiang Xuan at a glance and waved at him.

Jiang Xuan immediately walked to Qingye's side.

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"Crackling crackling..."

In the fire pit, after the firewood burned, it made a crackling sound, and the firelight kept beating.

Qing Ye sat by the fire pond and looked at Jiang Xuan curiously.

Jiang Xuan looks about the same age as her, but his strength is far beyond her.

Even in the big tribes, five-colored warriors like Jiang Xuan's age are extremely rare.

Aoba is already the leader of the younger generation in the crocodile tribe, but compared with Jiang Xuan, the gap is staggeringly large.

"Are there flowers on my face?"

Hearing Jiang Xuan's voice, Aoba finally reacted, staring at the guests like this is a bad behavior.

"No...no..."

Aoba panicked for a moment, but she quickly recovered.

Qingye untied the animal skin bag tied around his waist, opened the mouth of the bag, took out a bright red fruit from it, and handed it to Jiang Xuan lightly.

"what is this?"

Jiang Xuan took the fruit, looked at it carefully, and asked curiously.

"This is the fruit of the beheading grass. I got it when I was hunting in the Blackwater Marsh. Eating it can increase my strength."

"You saved White Fang, and this fruit is for you."

After Aoba explained this, Jiang Xuan understood.

Beheading grass should also be a kind of magical plant. After eating it, it can enhance the strength of a person.

Different magical plant fruits can enhance various abilities of warriors.

Such as strength, speed, vision, hearing, etc.

Because of this, the fruit of the magical plant is so precious to warriors that many even risk their lives to pick it.

Aoba was able to use this fruit that could enhance his strength as a gift, which showed his sincerity.

Jiang Xuan declined and said, "My saving White Fang is just a small effort. I can't ask for such a precious thing."

Aoba said stubbornly: "Please accept it, the crocodile tribe will repay any kindness."

Jiang Xuan was not a mother-in-law either. He saw Qingye insisted so much, so he took it down. After all, it was boring to push it around.

When Qingye saw Jiang Xuan accepted the fruit, a relaxed smile appeared on his face again.

"Boss Xuan, can you tell me about your Vine tribe?"

Aoba is very curious about the Vine tribe. If they can cultivate a young and powerful leader like Jiang Xuan, what will the Vine tribe look like?

"sure."

Jiang Xuan thought for a while, and then selectively introduced the situation of the Vine tribe to Aoye, including the trading area in the Vine tribe, various domesticated birds and beasts, as well as planting, fishing, and so on.

Jiang Xuan did not mention anything about the rapid growth of the Vine tribe and the continuous breakthrough of Shenteng in a few years, because it is not good for the Vine tribe to publicize these things.

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