Be A Leader In A Primitive Tribe MTL

8

In the evening, Sang Yu and his party returned to the tribe, and were about to arrange for people to slaughter these small prey, but they saw Willow secretly weeping in the crowd.

It was the pretty woman with half of her hand cut off.

As the leader of a tribe with only thirty people. Before the rules were formed, Sang Yu had to manage the tribe in every detail. Especially the affairs of female compatriots, let alone ignore them.

She walked up to Liu, put her hand on the woman's shoulder, and lowered her voice, "Liu, what's wrong with you, is someone bullying you?"

Hearing the leader's caring voice, Liu's sobbing became louder and louder.

Sang Yu sized her up, only to see bruises on her neck and thighs, and felt an ominous premonition in her heart.

She raised her head and glanced around. The lame not far away was looking at her. When she saw Sang Yu's gaze, she raised her chin, looking very proud.

At this time, Ci on the side said in a low voice: "It's lame, Liu doesn't want to, but there's nothing I can do about it."

"Why can't I help her with so many people!" Sang Yu felt her chest was about to explode.

Ci lowered his head and looked a little sad, "This kind of thing happens often. The leader used to be like this. No one dared to resist, let alone lameness."

After hearing what Ci said, Sang Yu's head was buzzing.

She is only a young girl in her twenties, and she doesn't even have a partner. Now, after hearing these heartbreaking and humiliating things, I am angry and angry.

She went straight to the lame man, held back the anger in her chest, gritted her teeth and said, "Did you do what happened to Liu!"

"So what, women, don't they all do whatever a man wants."

After speaking, a pair of wretched eyes stared at the fair-skinned and beautiful woman in front of him.

This kind of dirty look was disgusting, and Sang Yu felt that she was offended, not to mention other girls, even if she was like this to herself, the leader.

Now that she is here, she will never allow this person to continue to be presumptuous.

Lame's unwashed hair and battered animal skin made her look disgusting. She didn't want to get her hands dirty, but she needed an outlet for her suppressed emotions.

She picked up a piece of wood and slapped it **** the lame face, so hard that the man who hit him threw his head aside.

"How dare you hit me—"

Lame has never been insulted like this in his life. Even if his leg was broken, no one would dare to do anything to him because of the face of the former leader and his strength, but now he was beaten by such a little girl.

He raised his fist and punched Sang Yu.

Sang Yu swayed and dodged.

But how can this frantic man be willing to let her go. Even with a limp leg, he was still rampant, and he punched him again.

At this moment, a small figure rushed up with strides, and kicked Limp to the ground with a swivel leg.

At this time, Gu and several other men surrounded him. These men were slightly injured before, and they were alive and kicking again after applying some medicine.

But these few looked like people on the lame side.

"Yu, you don't want to die, you dare to do anything to lame."