"Ah! Boil..." The wild people were wearing straw sandals, and the temperature was transmitted very quickly, which made everyone jump up and down.

Su Man could still bear it with her boots, but looking at the anxious look of the others, she hurriedly advised: "Let's go! Everyone, go quickly! Let's go to the high place, hurry up! It's too late!"

Bashi's face was entangled. He led his men to come here to sacrifice to Su Man and the men around her to pray that the disaster would pass as soon as possible, but now...

"Let's go! Why are you still standing there?" Su Man pushed Bashi suddenly, "Whether I explain it to you or you want to settle the score with me, you have to go through this critical moment!"

The wild people looked at Bashi with complicated eyes, wondering what arrangements their tribal leader would make.

"Let's go! Let's leave this place first!" Bashi ordered with a deep eyebrows.

"Bashi!" There were always a few discordant voices in the crowd, "We came here to take this woman's life. Only with her sacrifice to heaven can we restore the peace of our home!"

"Yeah yeah!"

With the guidance and instigation of several people, the crowd instantly became united and unified, and the slogan was even more shocking: "Sacrifice to the sky! Sacrifice to the sky! Sacrifice to the sky!"

Su Man looked around everyone coldly, and his spiritual sense had been locking in the latest situation of the volcanic eruption, and in the process he calculated how long it would take for the magma to arrive here.

Just as she was about to persuade everyone to leave again, she found that their actions of jumping up and down to avoid the hot ground looked more like they were dancing tribal dance music, with a unified rhythm and a bright rhythm.

Su Man sucked his eyes hard, pursed his lips and spoke: "I would like to ask who is the most powerful battle value in your tribe?"

"That's all right! Of course it's our Bashi!"

"Yes! He is the number one warrior in our tribe!"

"No one can compare to him!"

“…”

The voices of worship and admiration come one after another.

Su Man twitched hard again, then she turned around behind Bashi with a ghost, and clamped his neck with an eagle claw: "What about now?"

Everything happened too quickly and was a bit unacceptable.

Especially the few confidants who followed Basima's lead were incredibly unsure how to express their feelings at this moment.

"What's the point now?" Su Man asked again, "Who do you think has the better combat value now?"

Bashi didn't say anything, but his light kept falling on the dagger that Su Man was pinned on his waist. If Su Man had just wiped his neck directly, he wouldn't even have time to fight it. Just like now, he was tightly tied around his neck and could not move!

Su Man's throat was deep: "I'll say it again last! Let's go to find the high ground first and avoid this wave of crisis first!"

After saying that, she let go of her hand and kicked Bashi in the butt, shouting: "Quick! It's too late, it's going to burn her eyebrows!"

The hustle and bustle behind him restored Bashi a little rationally: "Hurry! Go!"

With a command, everyone followed Bashi's footsteps to the mountain in the distance.

Su Man follows the team at the end of the team and always pulls his teammates at critical moments.

At this moment, a panicked voice suddenly came to the savage crowd: "Bashi! Bashi! I want to go back! My wife is still in the tribe, I don't feel at ease with her... I have to go find her!"

"Can't go!" Bashi ran back to the center of the team and punched the man: "Even a woman can't control her!"
Chapter completed!