I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

Following Shuofeng's low drink, Mufeng could instinctively perceive something unusual around him.

Although he hadn't turned around yet, he felt danger from Shuofeng's expression.

He subconsciously looked in the direction that Shufeng was looking at, and found that a black-skinned wild boar with huge tusks appeared there at this time!

"Wild boar!" Mu Feng's eyes lit up instantly, and he couldn't help whispering.

Shufeng is strange: Why is the warchief happy to see the wild boar?

He hurriedly stood between Mufeng and the wild boar, holding a knife in one hand and a bamboo spear in the other, to guard against the wild boars at any time.

Mu Feng was blocked by half of his body, but he could clearly see the wild boar walking towards them with a leisurely pace.

He took a deep breath. This wild boar was bigger than the largest wild boar he had seen in the mountains in his previous life, and his two fangs were bent directly on top of his head.

You know, the wild boar he had seen in his previous life weighed eight hundred catties!

At the moment, this wild boar, whose size and fangs are more than two bigger, doesn't have to think about its lethality!

The tip of the wild boar's fangs was shimmering, and it looked very sharp.

There is no doubt that if anyone gives this wild boar a fang, he will be seriously injured if he does not die.

Shuofeng held a knife in one hand, turned his head back and said to Mu Feng: "Warchief, wait for me to go up and hold it, you run!"

With that said, Shuofeng was about to step forward.

"Wait!" Mu Feng hurriedly grabbed Shuo Feng, "Put away the knife!"

"What?" Shuofeng shouted in a low voice, "How can it be done, if it rushes over, we won't be able to run away!"

"Listen to me!" Mu Feng shouted in a low voice, "You hold the knife, we both have to die!"

Shuofeng was frightened, and put the knife back with a trembling hand. At the same time, it was not as fierce as he saw the wild boar before.

It seems that the courage that Dagger gives him is not a little bit.

Mu Feng shook his head, and motioned Shuo Feng to put away the bamboo spear.

Shuo Feng wanted to say something, but he stopped Mu Feng with his eyes, and he had to do it.

"Stand here, don't move!" Mu Feng said in a low voice, "When it comes to us, don't move. Don't look at its eyes, you know?"

"I know, I know..." Shuo Feng shuddered a little.

Mu Feng lightly patted him on the back, signalling that he was all right, and then gently walked to the front of Shufeng, facing the wild boar by himself.

"Huh?" Shufeng was taken aback, before he stretched out his hand and whispered, "Warchief! You can't..."

"Listen to me, don't say anything!" Mu Feng whispered.

"Yes!"

The wild boar, pacing and wandering, appeared near the two of them for about twenty steps. When they saw the two suddenly appear, they were obviously taken aback, their small eyes rolled, and they were obviously thinking.

"Great Chief..." Shuofeng whispered.

"Don't talk, trust me!"

"Yes!"

At this time, the wild boar finally finished thinking, and continued to move in their direction.

Shufeng was so nervous that he didn't dare to see the wild boar.

Mu Feng was not like that. The old **** was there, not only did not panic, but rather looked forward to it.

Because just now, he thought of the primary animal training technique he knew, which happened to be effective for wild boars!

Seeing that the wild boar finally came to the two of them step by step, Mu Feng pretended to take a step forward without incident, and at the same time untied the shoulder basket, pretending not to see the wild boar.

"What is this for?" Shuofeng was strange.

The wild boar had already walked up to the two of them and found that Mu Feng's actions were also taken aback. He carefully stretched his nose and slurped forward twice, seeming to confirm whether the two were in danger.

A smelly smell came from the two big nostrils of the wild boar, and Shufeng was so sick that he almost vomited it out.

Mu Feng also endured his nausea, sniffed coldly, but then his mouth did not open, his throats rubbed together, making a "hunting" sound.

The wild boar was startled, and shook his head and quickly took a step back. At the same time, the forelegs leaned forward and lowered his head, exposing two huge fangs facing Mu Feng.

"Ah!" Shuofeng almost yelled, but thought of what Mu Feng had said, and hurriedly covered his mouth without speaking.

Mu Feng did not stare at the wild boar directly, but glanced at the wild boar lightly with condescending eyes, and then made a sound of "Haruru, Ouluru" in his mouth, and at the same time stretched out his hand and said to the wild boar, "Come here." "Posture.

"Huh?" Although Shuofeng stood behind Mu Feng, he saw all this in his eyes because of his taller stature.

He was inexplicably horrified: "Warchief, isn't he asking the boar to come by himself?"

The wild boar was visibly taken aback, and the head that had been puckered up was raised again.

It looked bewilderedly at this guy who looked obviously different from it, as if wondering what he asked himself to do in the past!

Mu Feng was very impatient, and the sound of "Holulu, Olulu" continued to gush out from his throat, and at the same time he rubbed his foot on the ground and looked a little anxious.

The wild boar was urged, shook his head violently, slapped his nose, and another smell came out, but it just couldn't come.

Mu Feng hummed again, and after a humming sound, his right foot slammed on the ground, and he stretched out his hand to take a step forward, making a gesture to touch the fangs of the wild boar.

The wild boar was taken aback and ignored the rest, so he turned around and ran!

"Huh?" The new wind was completely surprised, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

"Wild boar, just ran away like this?" He subconsciously looked at Mu Feng, only to find that Mu Feng had picked up his basket and ran with the wild boar quickly.

At the same time, he still yelled some incomprehensible words like "Holuru" in his mouth.

"What's going on?" Shuofeng didn't have time to think about it, and quickly picked up the knife to follow...

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