Rong Yue put a stick in Mu Ling's hand, Rong Yue said, "Go, knock it open."

Bearing a heavy responsibility, Mu Ling took a stance, sighed in his dantian, raised his hands high, and waved vigorously—“Drink!”

The mud shell shattered.

The delicious smell fills the entire space in an instant. If the fragrance has a color, at this moment, everyone seems to be wrapped in a thick golden mist.

So delicious!

The people of the sleepy tribe almost dropped their jaws, and they couldn't stop drooling, staring at Rong Yue and the others. The scarf was so heartbroken that he completely gave up his integrity and dignity, spreading out his limbs and screaming.

"Don't worry, there are all of them." Rong Yue was the first to get a chicken wing from Tian Yang with satisfaction.

After the baptism of this dish, the Xingyue tribe has a taller image in the eyes of the trapped people. They enthusiastically described the local customs and customs of their neighborhood, including what they usually eat, drink, and what seasonings they have not been told.

Not to mention, just like Yunye can fry leaf tea, the sleepy tribe also has their special product - fragrant leaves.

They seldom bake food because they are so sleepy because they burn easily...so most of them are stewed.

As long as you put a pot of water down, even if you take a nap, you will wake up without collecting the juice!

In this way, after several generations of research, they are very good at stewing food. Even if they are reluctant to put any salt, they can use some other grass and fruits to make the food taste better.

The old leader did not bring the fragrant leaves, but said that there were still a lot of them in the tribe, and Rong Yue was even more interested. After a few days, they finally reached the sleepy tribe.

The sleepy tribe has no savings, only some furs that cannot be taken away, because there are no people nearby, and they are all piled up safely in the tents.

After 20 days of drying, the sleepy tribe was no different from when they left.

It was getting late, the old leader and the others packed the largest tent for Tianyang and Rongyue.

Before falling asleep, Rong Yue wanted to experience the magical "feng shui" of this sleepy tribe, wondering if she would be sleepy the next day.

But an unexpected thing happened. The next day, everyone woke up and felt surprised that they were not sleepy at all!

Even the fox flutters at the butterfly carefree!

"How could this happen!?" The people of the sleepy tribe whispered, could it be that the moon sacrifice light standing here has a refreshing effect?

"It's not good, it's not good!" A young woman yelled and came in: "All the peach leaves outside have been cut away!"

"What!?" The old leader was surprised: "That grass tastes weird, what's the use of cutting it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's faces were not very good-looking.

The so-called peach leaf grass is most likely the "sleeping grass" that caused their tribe to doze off for many years, but in this short period of time, someone discovered its value and cut it all off.

"Not a single plant left?" the old leader asked tremblingly.

"I didn't look carefully, but..." the young woman whispered: "The man who mowed the grass cut the knife very deep, and the grass stem was broken too low, and it definitely won't grow back."

Rong Yue and Tian Yang looked at each other and felt that the problem had become more difficult.

One or a group of mysterious people, who understood the "medicinal effect" of this sleepy grass, smashed all of them without leaving behind.

If it's a friend, it's fine, but what if it's an enemy?

What if...the werewolves?

"Sou." When Rong Yue was not smiling, she was more awe-inspiring than Tian Yang: "Treasure land rushed to the nearby tower construction site, and let people pass the word quickly and call Jiang Liu. Use the fastest speed. Others People are looking for them separately to see if there is any trace of someone passing by."

Jiang Liu was a spy, and he could smell smells that ordinary people couldn't, which was very helpful for them to find someone.

Baodi knew that the matter was serious, and quickly swept away from the tribe after responding.

The scarf felt the stagnation of the atmosphere, as if she understood something, she carefully grabbed the corner of Rong Yue's clothes and tugged it.

Rong Yue came back to her senses and half-squinted her eyes: "What? You will lead the way too?"

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On the other hand, Sang Mo, who had done this, was heading further north without knowing it, completely unaware that his obsession with mowing had made the friendly camp a formidable enemy.

Yes, these sleepy grasses are all cut in the desert.

When he came to the sleepy tribe by mistake, all the people inside had rushed to the Xingyue tribe, leaving only an empty shell.

A tribe without people is creepy, but Sang Mo can't ignore the sleepy grass on the ground.

So he mowed the grass during the day, and stayed in a tent on the edge at night. It took many days to finish the grass.

Maybe after a while, new seedlings will grow, but at least now, these sleepy grasses are all wrapped up by him.

To mow this grass, had to cover mouth and nose with a damp cloth. After a few days of drying, there were small red rashes on the top of lips and on cheeks, which were itchy and painful. But the hard work is always worth it, and he's finished.

As long as he thinks that if he mows one more grass, the wolf-headed man will have one less grass, and the desert will be full of energy.

After mowing the grass around the sleepy tribe, he continued to the northeast, looking slowly in the direction where there might be grass.

After another ten days, Sang Mo came to the foot of a mountain.

This mountain is not like the dirt slope of the past, it is very high and steep from a distance.

He has never been here, let alone over a mountain, and he doesn't know if there are stronger tribes and more powerful warriors on the opposite side. But before he crossed Hoshino, he didn't know what was on the other side of Hoshino.

He just needs to follow the wolf-headed man, but unfortunately, although he can dig the sleepy grass, it cannot prove that the wolf-headed man must be nearby.

At least look at it first, Sang Mo thought.

On the first day, he was unprepared, slid down the steeper slopes several times, and ended up sleeping on a sloping tree.

The next day, he specially cut a pointed wooden stick as a pole for climbing. After crossing the steepest part, he found a cave where he could rest.