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Qin Fei felt like hundreds of bugs were flying around her ears, buzzing non-stop, and he finally opened his eyelids after trying several times. [High-quality update.] For a while, he was a little dazed, and after a few seconds, he found himself lying in a cave, and Xiaobu was holding his hand tightly and calling him with tears on his face.

"Father Qin Fei..." Xiaobu saw Qin Fei open his eyes and leaned closer while crying, but he didn't dare to jump into his arms, for fear of tenderizing the wounds wrapped in herbs.

"Qin Fei, how do you feel?" Luma asked carefully, and Banerte Carloti and others also got close to Qin Fei's outburst of concern. Qin Fei sighed helplessly in her heart, he finally knew the source of those hundreds of bugs.

Seeing Xiaobu's pink and tender face that he had just raised, Qin was crying so pitifully, Qin Fei's heart was twisted. She quickly wiped the tears from Xiaobu's face with her hands and reassured her with a hoarse voice, "Don't cry, Xiaobu, daddy is fine..." The words stopped abruptly, and the life and death of Xiaobu's real daddy was still unknown outside. It hurt even more, and he looked at Ruma with a choked voice, "Saree, Saree, have they come back..."

Ruma shook his head sadly, Qin Fei's whole heart sank into the ice water, in fact, he still held a little hope that Saree could return from danger.

"Father Qin Fei, the Sarei clan and the patriarch will definitely and will come back!" Xiaobu smacked comfortingly. He also touched Qin Fei's head like a little adult.

Qin Fei nodded, "Well, he must be fine." Apart from believing in this, Qin Fei couldn't imagine how he would deal with Saree's real emergency. The man who said he wanted to be his patron saint must not leave him behind. He can't give up first, since he can escape from the liger, so can Saree.

Qin Fei didn't ask Ruma about saving her. No doubt they found those detoxification fruits, otherwise he wouldn't wake up.

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Turning her eyes to Luma again, Luma didn't wait for Qin Fei to speak, and explained first, "This is a cave in the back mountain of the tribe. I was afraid that there would be ligers chasing after me, so I took my clan to hide here. And I had Brant and Carloti sprinkle the herbs you mentioned several times along the way and around the cave, so that they should avoid being tracked by the beasts by smell."

"How long have I been in a coma?" This is what Qin Fei desperately wants to know. What he wants to know more is how long his Saree has been fighting with the liger outside.

"There is still some time before dawn. After dawn, we will start the rescue and use the poison of the remaining red-headed poisonous kings. Qin Fei, do you think this is ok?" Ruma is still not sure about confronting that kind of beast head-on.

Qin Fei shook her head, "This is too dangerous. Although the poison is severe, it still takes a while for the poison to develop. This time is enough time for the liger to go crazy and kill people." He turned to look at Banerte, "The one that Saree and the others were hiding in. Are the caves safe? How long can they last, tell me honestly."

Baner gritted his teeth, "If you are in that cave, you should be able to support it for a while, but if you have to wait until dawn to rescue, I don't know how many people will die..."

Qin Fei suddenly felt dizzy, but suddenly heard someone outside the cave shouting in surprise, "I'm back, I'm back, Patriarch Sarei and the others are back..."

Qin Fei couldn't believe her ears, and was struggling to get up when a tall figure rushed into the cave. The man ignored the others in the cave and took Qin Fei into his arms. What followed was a wild kiss, no matter how many people were around.

Xiaobu pouted aggrievedly, because he was still worried about this guy. He didn't expect to take his father Qin Fei as soon as he came back, and his actions were so rude and savage. It's no wonder that father Qin Fei always called him a savage. Thinking of the injury on his father Qin Fei's body, Xiaobu weakly protested, "Injury, father Qin Fei is injured..."

Although Saree's actions were arrogant, he was also very gentle, just because he was so excited when he heard that Qin Fei was trapping and killing ligers by himself. God knows that the encounter with the flying beast had scared him half to death. If he escaped from death this time, but lost Qin Fei, he didn't know what meaning his life would have in the future.

Sarei pinched Qin Fei's pp, and said viciously, "I should keep you from getting out of bed every day, so that you can honestly reassure me."

Qin Fei did not refute, and was still buried in Sarai's neck. Sarai felt the wet water droplets sliding down his shoulders to his chest, which warmed his heart. Although Qin Fei shouldn't have any evil thoughts when she was crying for herself, when the strong male who was respected as a patron saint by the tribe looked at him with hazy eyes, Saree's only thought was to think about this cuteness. The person who swallowed it was pressed under his body and worked hard for three days and three nights.

"I thought... I was about to lose you..." Qin Fei whispered softly against Saree's ear with a choked voice.

Saree hugged him, "It was what you taught me that saved us all, but I almost lost you. Qin Fei, this is the last time, and I will never allow you to take risks alone in the future."

Then Saree told the crowd about his experience with the liger herd.

There was nothing special about their hunting, but when they were hunting a few brown fur beasts, they encountered the Utu tribe who were being hunted down by the Vasakh people. The chief of the Utu tribe, Tik, immediately asked Saree for help. Saree and Tick are old acquaintances. Not only did the two help each other in the duel between the patriarchs, but they also met several times because the tribal hunting area was close to each other. Their encounters were all friendly and mutual aid, so the hunting males were also familiar with each other. This time the Utu tribe was attacked by the Vasakh people, and Tik led the tribe to break through. The first one who asked for help was the Nata tribe.

They chose to escape from this jungle not only because it was a public hunting area and had the opportunity to meet other friendly tribes and get help. And because Tick met Saree the day before yesterday, and Saree said that he would hunt in this area in the near future, so Tick and his clansmen rushed to this jungle desperately, hoping to meet him hunting here. Nata tribal male.

Sure enough, Tik was not disappointed. With the help of Saree and a group of Nata tribe males, the Vashakh people's plot to wipe out the Utu tribe in one fell swoop was shattered. The level of sophistication of weapons on Saree's side was far beyond the expectations of the Vasakhs, and the Vasakhs suffered a big loss all of a sudden. The bamboo arrows shot out and the sharp spears pierced made the ferocious Vashakh people terrified, especially the large nets thrown one by one, which turned them into caged birds.

The forest was full of people fighting fiercely, and blood and corpses finally led to a ferocious pack of beasts. Fortunately, the Vashakh people who were caught in the net attracted the attention of most of the beasts, and Saree and Tik quickly commanded the clansmen to retreat. However, more and more beasts were attracted, and they were also fighting each other for food.

Saree remembered some of the things Qin Fei had told him. Although he didn't understand everything, he understood that if everyone gathered together and the goal was too big, they would definitely be chased by the beasts. If they spread out, they might even be able to make a bloody path. Either find a cave to hide and deal with the attack, or venture into the death swamp not far away, escape the beasts and try to escape back to the clan. So, Saree quickly decided that he, Tick, Bant, and Mocha would lead a team to break through in different directions.

At this time, there is no time to worry about the old, weak, women and children of the Wutu tribe. Every warrior is desperately trying to break out, killing and wounding the ferocious beasts that attacked. Apart from calling for their clansmen to follow in their footsteps, they should retreat as soon as possible. Out of the siege of these beasts, there is no time to worry about those who are dragged and devoured by the beasts. If you can keep up, try your best to keep up, and those who fall out of the team really have no choice but to be swallowed by the beasts. Everyone knew in their hearts that what they encountered now was not the most terrifying beast, and that the corpses and the Vashakh people caught their attention had attracted their attention, and there was still a great hope of escaping. If the bloody aura provokes more ferocious beasts, their chances of survival will be even slimmer.

Just when they were about to break out of the siege, a terrifying whistle came, followed by several whistles to meet them.

Everyone's heart was cold for a while, and the whistling sound was the unique roar of ligers, and they were calling for the direction of their companions and prey. When the timid beast heard the whistle, it stopped attacking everyone, and fled in panic with its tail between its tails. A few fierce beasts, who thought they were strong, still refused to give up their prey, bared their teeth and let out a few roars in an attempt to confront the liger.

Saree and Mocha had the worst breakout direction, and there were dozens of long howls to meet them. Saree, who originally planned to escape into the cave, decided to venture into the Death Swamp. He didn't expect Mocha to agree with him, so the two teams met at the edge of the swamp. While fleeing into the depths of the swamp, they released bamboo arrows to deal with the chasing ligers. It's a pity that the liger's skin is thick and thick, and the bamboo arrows do little harm to them.

The ligers also seem to know the horror of this swamp, so they pursue them from a distance and do not approach. With his extraordinary experience and courage, Saree led the crowd deeper and deeper, but the liger still refused to give up. Saree knew that if they continued to go further, they would likely be wiped out in the quagmire. But the approaching ligers forced them to retreat again and again. Finally, the liger stopped moving forward because of the deeper and deeper muddy water. And Saree and the others have no way to retreat, and the two sides are deadlocked.

A dozen or so ligers were scattered at the entrance of the swamp. Except for going deep into the swamp, everyone was deadlocked here. And Saree also found that the longer they stood, the more they would sink down, which means that as long as they walked a little further inside, they would really fall into those quagmire.

Saree looked around nervously, trying to find another way out. Unfortunately, apart from the direction that the ligers were guarding, there was only a few hundred meters away from them. There was a low cliff. There were many thick vines hanging from the cliff. It looked very strong and should be able to climb. But trying to get through a quagmire of several hundred meters is a fool's errand.

Suddenly, a light flashed in Saree's mind, and he remembered the strange things Qin Fei used those soft grass vines to weave. Saree groped for some flexible grass and vines growing nearby, desperately recalling Qin Fei's movements. After seeing a lot of well-crafted straw sandals, carrying baskets, and weaving rattan nets, those things are no longer complicated for him. Saree reluctantly made two according to the gourd painting, Mocha's eyes lit up, and he also remembered that during a hunt, Saree mentioned this kind of weird thing that Qin Fei had compiled.

Saree put them on his feet, tied the long vines that were originally used for rope nooses on his waist, and carefully went deep into the swamp. A miracle happened, and he didn't fall into the quagmire. Everyone saw the hope of survival in their eyes, and they quickly compiled according to the crooked thing. At this time, no one is stupid, and the end of failure is to be swallowed by the quagmire. The longer they delay, the deeper they will sink. Soon a batch of strange things suitable for swamp walking were brought out, and Saree first took a few males and children to the bottom of the cliff. A rattan rope was straightened, and each of them clung to the rattan rope and slowly walked towards the cliff. So the first group of people climbed the cliff, and Saree carefully returned slowly with the woven things and picked up the second group.

The ligers couldn't stay still, let out a long howl, and wandered impatiently on the edge of the swamp. Another young liger tried to break into the swamp, and soon fell into the quagmire and couldn't take care of himself.

In this way, Saree went back and forth several times, and finally brought everyone to the cliff. But because it was not a familiar path, and they had to guard against wild beasts that might come after them, they could only hide first, send out explorers, and return to familiar areas little by little.

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