Whitewash that High Priest [System]

It has been several days since the hunting of the snake venom in the sea of ​​clouds.Yun Hai's injuries have almost healed, these few days, he often brought his fiancé Ruzhen or came alone to the high priest's tent to visit Ji Feng who was recuperating his body.

Ji Feng also knew from Yun Hai's mouth what happened when he was injured.

For the first time, he was deeply shocked by the divine power possessed by the high priest.Even though he already knew that even for a dying person, there is a great possibility of divine power to save him, but he still finds it inconceivable.

Because the blessing he performed can be said to have abruptly reversed the situation between the tribe and the snakes.

If Ji Feng hadn't prayed for the hunting clansmen at that time, then what was waiting for them might be that most of them were poisoned by snake venom, or even wiped out, instead of only Yun Hai who was attacked in order to protect others.

Ji Feng suddenly felt that the high priests were simply a kind of existence against the sky, and perhaps it was because of this that the high priests were punished so severely when they used their divine power excessively.

Monsoon was amazed by this.

Perhaps Yunhai's hunting harvest was quite bountiful that time, which made the clan's food storage meet their expectations. The clan leader Yuntian didn't organize the clansmen to go hunting these days, at most he picked some nuts that were easy to preserve around, and caught them from time to time. Just one or two small animals that ran near the group.

None of the clansmen went out hunting, and none of the clansmen was seriously injured. Apart from wandering around the range of the clan for a while, Ji Feng could only stay bored in the tent to cultivate his health and recuperate. He couldn't find any chance to complete the system for him. The third phase of the posted mission.

[The third stage of the second mission: Please obtain the faith value of at least [-] clansmen. 】

This line of big red characters hangs at the top of the system interface. Ji Feng looked at the progress bar in the lower right corner: 6/20, which has not been moved for several days. Although such a slow speed made Ji Feng a little impatient, but He also knew that there was no rush for such a thing, and he could only wait for the opportunity slowly.

Patriarch Yuntian told Ji Feng that the spirit herbal decoction that Ji Feng drank every day did make Ji Feng's body feel better. He could feel the energy in his body gradually increasing, but to his disappointment, the divine power in his body still hadn't recovered. signs.

While that was to be expected, Monsoon was still a bit gloomy.

If the divine power in his body could never be recovered, would he have to keep exchanging points for divine power pills?Wouldn't that be too extravagant and wasteful.

Ji Feng looked at his remaining points with some heartache, and sighed helplessly. He only hoped that when he completed a certain task issued by the system in the future, he would have the opportunity to be rewarded generously by the system.

The days passed peacefully until one morning, when Ji Feng woke up from his sleep, he felt extremely cold, even if he was wrapped in a thick animal skin quilt, he couldn't stop the cold from invading.

He rubbed the goose bumps on his arms, quickly wrapped himself in layers of animal skins, and then opened the curtain of the tent, looking out at the snow-white world outside.

It's snowing, winter has come.

Yun Shan, who was playing with the snow boredly near the tent, saw the figure coming out of the tent, and immediately went up to him, but was tripped by a raised stone hidden in the snow, and fell on the monsoon in front of.

Ji Feng stared dumbfoundedly at Yunshan who was almost buried in the snow, finally couldn't hold back his laughter, and then stretched out his hand to help him up from the ground.

Yun Shan rubbed his red nose from the cold in embarrassment, turned his head and sneezed loudly.He sniffled, and said in a low voice: "Master Feng, I'm going to make soup for you right now, you stay in the tent for a while, it's cold outside."

Ji Feng heard something wrong with his voice, waved to him, and put his hand on his forehead.

"You have a fever." Ji Feng frowned, feeling a little sorry, "You'd better go back to rest at night, don't sleep here with me, you'll catch cold easily."

"I'm fine!" Yun Shan shook his head quickly, fearing that Ji Feng would disagree with his plan, "I've asked Dr. Anliang to look at it for me, it's just a slight fever, just drink herbal soup for a few days, my body will be fine. It's strong!"

Ji Feng looked at Yunshan and patted his chest. The dull voice showed how strong his muscles were, but Ji Feng was still a little worried. The wind and cold here were no worse than the cold in his original world. It may become a sickle that takes people's lives.

Ji Feng ignored Yun Shan's almost pitiful begging eyes, and forcefully told him to pack up his things, let him go home and recuperate, and come back only after he was in good health.

It's not that he never thought of using divine power to heal Yunshan, but as soon as he made such a proposal, Yunshan's expression changed immediately.Looking at Yunshan who was about to kneel in front of him and cry bitterly, Ji Feng could only suppress this thought.

From Yun Shan's point of view, using the high priest's precious divine power to treat the wind-cold is an outrageous thing. What's more, his wind-cold is not very serious, and he can be cured with a few meals of herbal soup, and it will not endanger his life.

But what no one expected was that the morning after Yunshan returned, his illness suddenly deteriorated.