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"Yun, no." Mo Heng grabbed Yun's hand that was causing chaos.

Chu Yun's 123rd attempt to make love was fruitless, so she could only angrily kiss Mo Heng's mouth and bite his tongue to vent her anger.

Mo Heng rubbed Chu Yun's waist soothingly, helplessly letting him vent his anger.

In his heart, next spring is the best time.

At that time, Yun had been an adult for almost a year, and during the mating season, it would not be too difficult for Yun to bear.

But the willful Chu Jun didn't understand Mo Heng's little thoughts at all. He glared at Mo Heng and began to murmur in his heart:

'Is his husband having another girlfriend outside? Otherwise, how could he not react to me at all?'

This was quickly refuted by Chu Jun himself, saying that Mo Heng was not that kind of person.

"Does that mean my charm has decreased? Is it true that I lose that charm when I don't speak?" Chu Jun touched his face and couldn't help but wonder.

He thinks he looks good, and with his white hair, if he were to live in modern times, I wonder how many people who love white hair would be fascinated by him.

"Is it because Mo Heng doesn't like white hair?" Chu Jun looked at the tribesmen around him who all had black hair and couldn't help but think that there was some truth to it.

"Anyway! It's definitely not because I'm unattractive!" Chu Jun nodded inwardly and quickly comforted himself.

When it was almost time to go to bed, Ze came to Mo Heng and reported, "Heng, we will be able to reach the gathering place tomorrow, and we have finished the final inventory of everything."

Mo Heng nodded: "Thank you for your hard work."

Ze was young after all, and he was so happy when he received the compliment that he left with a smile.

We will arrive at the gathering place tomorrow. This is Chu Jun’s first time attending a tribal gathering. I am a little excited. I wonder what the orcs from other tribes look like?

Also, I wonder which tribe has the herbs that I’ve been longing for?

Since there may be fake antidotes, we can only rely on luck to exchange them. At worst, we can exchange all the herbs back, and there will always be one that is real.

Chu Jun fell asleep while thinking about this while holding Mo Heng's tail.

Mo Heng opened his eyes and saw that the little white wolf had finally calmed down. He held him in his arms, closed his eyes again, and fell asleep.

"Exquisite furs! If you need any furs, come take a look! Don't miss it!"

"Delicious jerky, one piece is enough to last you a day and is easy to store!"

"Do you want a clay pot? Something sturdy and durable!"

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Hundreds of tribes gathered in the market, probably all the capable people on the road came to join in the fun.

There were crowds of people in front of each stall, with all kinds of people and animals walking around, making the place very lively.

"Isn't that the wolf tribe over there?" Near the entrance of the market, someone noticed a group of tall men coming in and whispered to the tribesmen around him.

When they heard about the wolf tribe, the people around were also shocked.

The wolf tribe is a group of guys with amazing fighting power. They occupied an entire mountain before the earthquake, and no tribe dared to provoke them.

However, it cannot be said that they are hostile to the Wolf Tribe.

Although the wolf tribe is protective of their own cubs, they are all reasonable and rarely conflict with the surrounding tribes. On the contrary, they will help them when they are in trouble.

All we can say is that they are both wary of and grateful to the Wolf Tribe.

The man who had spoken earlier noticed the white-haired boy standing in front of the wolf tribe and said to his companions, "Did you see the white-haired guy in their group?"

White hair was so rare that his companions noticed it immediately: "Is that also from the wolf tribe? Why haven't we seen him before?"

"What white hair... so pitiful." People from other tribes who were standing in front of their stall also joined the conversation between the two.

The two young men asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"Don't you know?" The man shook his head slowly, his tone regretful, "The white hair of the wolf tribe is caused by congenital deficiency. They are all very weak..."

The two men heard it for the first time and felt enlightened. Just as they were about to nod to show that they understood, they saw the white-haired boy who was just mentioned as "very weak" throw a tall man from the Wild Boar Tribe to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw.

Afterwards, the young man seemed still not satisfied and kicked the tall man far away.

The two young men who were watching the excitement from afar swallowed unconsciously and said weakly: "Is this what you said, that you are very weak?"

They felt that if this white-haired boy was considered to be in poor health, then they were probably paralyzed on one side of their body.

That is the Wild Boar Tribe. Although they are not as brave and warlike as the Wolf Tribe, they are still among the top three tribes in terms of combat power in this market.

Not to mention that the person the white-haired boy had just pressed to the ground and rubbed was the first warrior of the Wild Boar Tribe who had just been showing off at the market.

"Rumors are simply unbelievable. Anything about congenital deficiencies is superficial. After all, the child is a wolf, how could he be weak?"

"Hey! Heng! Is this how you manage your people? Our Wild Boar Tribe has never had any grudges against you Wolf Tribe. Why do you hurt people so casually?" An old man walked out of the Wild Boar Tribe, walked up to the warrior lying on the ground, and questioned Mo Heng.

Chu Jun felt disgusted when he thought about the dirty hand that the man had almost put on his butt. He bared his teeth at the old man and the hair on his ears stood up.

Mo Heng touched Chu Yun's head and stood in front of Chu Yun: "Or Elder Feng, why don't you ask your own people what they have done first?"

Chu Jun stood behind Mo Heng and found a solid backer.

He didn't give the Wild Boar Tribe any face at all and bared his teeth at the old man named Feng.

Mo Heng was also angry. Yun was not an unreasonable person. If he fought with someone, the other party must have been at fault first.

But he is the patriarch of the wolf tribe, and he has to consider some pretentious tribal reputation, so he cannot go into battle personally to help Yun beat people.

The Wild Boar Tribe warrior who fell to the ground stood up by holding his butt.

He felt a little guilty, knowing that if word got out, it would mean their Wild Boar Tribe was in the wrong, and since they couldn't defeat Heng in a fight, they had no choice but to retreat. "You Wolf Tribe are going too far! If you can't get anything from us, we're leaving!"

The fight between the two tribes ended before it even began, leaving the spectators watching the excitement feeling very upset: "They broke up so quickly! I thought they were going to fight?"

"Even if all the wild boars came together, they couldn't defeat Heng. Have you forgotten that a few years ago, when Heng had just come of age, he single-handedly challenged the Wild Boar Tribe?"

"Yeah, I almost forgot."

"But the Wolf Tribe might suffer a bit this time."

"You mean about the salt?"

"Yes, the Wild Boar Tribe was lucky enough to find the salt mine, and they brought a lot of salt to the fair this time. If nothing unexpected happens, most of the good things in this fair will fall into the hands of the Wild Boar Tribe."

"Why is it the Wild Boar Tribe? They are just a bunch of unreasonable and reckless people. What's the difference between trading with them and robbing them?"

"Who says it's not? But there's nothing we can do. The tribe can't live without salt. Even if the Wild Boar Tribe asks for too much, we still have to exchange some salt for it. Enough talk, I'm going to go count the supplies."

"Hey."

Chu Jun was still a little angry when he saw the people from the Wild Boar Tribe leave. He was angry at that hateful gangster, and even more angry at himself for not being able to speak or curse at anyone.

Only after following the tribe to their own tent did Chu Jun look at Mo Heng angrily, grabbed his hand and pressed it on his butt, pointing in the direction of the Wild Boar Tribe.

'He just did this and that! He almost touched my butt!'

Mo Heng thought it was a little cute that he was complaining to him, but after knowing what the Wild Boar Tribe had done, he became a little angry. He and Chu Yun shared the same hatred and said, "The Wild Boar Tribe also brought salt today. Do you have any ideas?"

Chu Jun's eyes lit up, and his train of thought instantly connected with Mo Heng's.

"He's a veteran in trade wars, and he's not one to have fought so many battles in the world for nothing."

Chu Jun rolled up his non-existent sleeves and prepared to do something big. He would not give up until he had tricked the Wild Boar Tribe this time!