I Became The Chief Of A Primitive Village – Chapter 117, The First Bowl of Noodles in a Primitive Tribe
Translator: Silavin “Kneading dough?” Yan Hua asked, confused.
I Became The Chief Of A Primitive Village
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I Became The Chief Of A Primitive Village
I Became The Chief Of A Primitive Village – Chapter 116, Kneading Dough?
Translator: Silavin After more than half an hour, a large pile of Wolf Tail Grass Grains was placed on the leaf, forming a vibrant green mound that looked quite appealing.
I Became The Chief Of A Primitive Village
I Became The Chief Of A Primitive Village – Chapter 115, Violent Harvesting?
Translator: Silavin Cang Shi nodded heavily, his smile almost reaching his ears as he asked, “Shaman, do we need anything else?”
I Became The Chief Of A Primitive Village
I Became The Chief Of A Primitive Village – Chapter 114, Reviving Modern Civilization
Translator: Silavin After leaving the training ground, Su Bai walked to the classroom. Today, he would teach the children to read and write again.
I Became The Chief Of A Primitive Village
I Became The Chief Of A Primitive Village – Chapter 113, The Day of Becoming a Sharpshooter
Translator: Silavin Twenty-five people drew their longbows, aiming at the wooden posts. They released their arrows simultaneously, and once again, all twenty-five arrows missed their targets.
I Became The Chief Of A Primitive Village
I Became The Chief Of A Primitive Village – Chapter 112, The First Training Session
Translator: Silavin Su Bai opened his black eyes, looking at the top of the Teepee, and mentally called out, [System, check in!]
I Became The Chief Of A Primitive Village
I Became The Chief Of A Primitive Village – Chapter 111, I Want to See Your Shaman?
Translator: Silavin A few minutes later, the Totem Warrior guarding the gate of the Spotted Deer Tribe returned to the entrance and said, “Follow me.”
I Became The Chief Of A Primitive Village
I Became The Chief Of A Primitive Village – Chapter 110, Envying Those with Wings
Translator: Silavin In the height of summer, the heat was so intense that even dragonflies dared only to fly too far from the shade of trees, fearing the sunlight might scorch their wings.
