1 great chief.

Everyone shook together, but nodded in grief and indignation: "Yes!"

"The sacred flame has been lost. If you want to live, you can only move eastward."

Li Hu murmured: "Migrating east..."

But he nodded at the old man: "Yes!"

The old man then turned his gaze to the shocked young man in his heart: "Mufeng!"

The boy subconsciously responded: "Grandpa!"

It's just that he was shocked. He remembered that he was a historian of Jiangxia University who accidentally fell into a black cave when he was visiting Tibet to investigate the ancient Kunlun ruins.

But after waking up, he was in the cave and appeared in the crowd surrounded by primitive costumes.

Obviously, I crossed it!

From one cave to another, he appeared on a boy named Mu Feng!

And the memories of the boy flooded into his mind in an instant: the old man in front of him was the chief of the Jiang clan, who was seriously injured and dying.

The most terrible thing is that the "sacred fire" within the tribe was stolen!

Mu Feng thought that the old man treats him well, but he is better than relatives if he is not a relative. For a while, he felt sad and couldn't help crying, "Grandpa, don't have any trouble!"

The old man let go of Lihu's hand and slowly raised his hand to wipe his tears: "Silly boy, I will be the chief of the tribe from now on, so don't cry anymore!"

"Grandpa!" Mu Feng cried sadly.

Other people's voices also shouted sadly: "Grandpa!"

The old man shook his head gently, and put his hand on the young man's head: "Let me, this old man, do my last effort for this tribe, and I will rely on you in the future!"

Before Mu Feng could react, he suddenly felt that his scalp was tight, he could not help closing his eyes, and a mysterious message poured into his mind.

The people around were prepared and yelled together: "Grandpa!"

One person looked at Lihu: "The leader!"

Lihu's face is even more miserable, but he shook his head firmly: "This is Grandpa's initiation of Mu Feng again. We will not break the chieftain's inheritance!"

"but..."

Lihu exhaled heavily and shouted in a low voice: "Nothing!"

...

I don't know how long it took, Mu Feng opened his eyes again, and he found that the old man's face was pale, and his chest that had been bullied at this time had gradually become less up and down.

The oil ran out and the lamp ran out-seeing that there was not much time left.

The faces of the people around were sad, but their eyes were full of hope, and they all looked towards Mu Feng.

Lihu took the lead and knelt on one knee, raising one hand to Mu Feng: "Chief!"

The others also knelt on one knee, like a tiger: "Chief!"

Mu Feng's heart was still shocked. As soon as he figured out what was going on, he became the warchief of this primitive tribe, and he took over such a mess