I am a Primitive Man

? The leader of the donkey tribe is holding a bowl of steaming broth and sucking happily around the fire.

Salt is added to the broth, which is delicious. He always doesn't eat enough.

After drinking the hot broth, the whole person felt warm, which made him even more fond of this pottery.

Even if it was because of the replacement of pottery, his tribe needed to shrink and go on a diet this winter, he felt it was very worthwhile.

He drank the soup in the bowl and ate the meat, then handed the bowl to another tribe who had waited eagerly for a while.

There are not many pottery bowls in the donkey tribe, and they need to take turns when eating.

The rest of the people’s food is much worse than that of the leader. It’s hard to see meat in their bowls. Generally, each person’s bowl will have one or two fruits cooked with the poor meat. .

The joy of pottery makes them want to put any edible food in the pot to cook.

And this is indeed a very good method. In the past, one person could not be full after eating three fruits. Now, only one fruit can be full.

The only disadvantage is that you are hungry quickly, and you need to frequently solve it...

Compared with previous years, the Tengshe tribe seemed a bit deserted. The battle last year caused their tribe to lose a lot of adults. Even if some people were plundered from other tribes, it could not make up for this loss.

Because what they looted was all under-age children, as well as primitive women. In order to prevent resistance, adult men wanted to kill meat-eating people...

The two leaders of the Tengshe tribe squatted in a corner gnawing some ice-toothed fruit in their hands, raised their heads and looked at the place where the Wu and several other leaders gathered not far away, and couldn't help swallowing.

From there came bursts of meaty scent, which made people salivate, especially the grilled oily ru house in the hand of the witch, which was even more unbearable.

In the past, he was also one of the daily carnivores, but now, he can only gnaw the fruit silently here.

It's all because of that **** tribe!

He thought so bitterly.

Just thinking of the horrible scene of that day, a kind of fear also arises in my heart.

While gnawing the fruit silently, he cursed the **** tribe daily, and at the same time was still thinking about how to regain his leadership.

If you lead someone to completely capture that **** tribe...

The world is big, and many things happen at every moment. Han Cheng is not above everything else. He just looks down on all living beings with a single mind. He has his own things busy, and of course he doesn’t know what happened in other tribes. Things.

In fact, even if he wanted to know, he didn't have that ability. After all, he was just a pseudo-god, and he didn't have such a powerful ability.

If he really had such great abilities, he would not be troubled by this little charcoal.

Two of the three big giants of the Qingque tribe had problems. The **** son was very strong in burning charcoal. He didn't care about other things every day, and wanted to burn the charcoal.

The witch is more terrifying, and he spends more and more time lying next to the rabbit circle every day.

Just the day before yesterday, Wu dug a hole in a place where he could get the sun, and buried a rabbit in it.

At the same time, there is also dried grass that rabbits love to eat.

Han Cheng also knew about this. At that time, he was coming back from outside with a hand of black ash.

When he saw Wu doing this, he couldn't help feeling a little sad, worried that Wu would be overly sad, so he deliberately stayed here with Wu for a while.

Because the rabbit that Wu had buried was the one with dark circles under his eyes that he often used.

The old primitive man who can make eating as the first priority in all things like witches and cherish the food is not to eat the dead rabbit, but to bury it in memory. One can imagine how much this rabbit holds in his heart. Status.

The death of this rabbit brought much harm to the witch.

Moreover, the witch was very careful to use his favorite grass and a few freshly pulled small rapeseeds to bury him, and even the soil to cover it was made extremely fine, for fear that a large clod of soil would crush the rabbit... …From here, it is enough to see Wu's reluctance towards it.

Looking at the witch who did this seriously without saying a word, Han Cheng could appreciate and understand the feeling of witch.

I remembered how I felt when Fu Jiang was lost some time ago. The sensual Han Shenzi shed a tear of sympathy for the black-eyed rabbit who died young and the witch’s affection.

In later lives, he met some elderly people who depended on each other's cats and dogs for their lives.

Although Wu is a primitive person, he is also an old man. After a long time, he will have feelings for the things he raises just like those old people in later generations.

It's just that what Wu did next made Han Cheng a little confused.

After carefully covering the rabbit, Wu Wu didn't end his actions, but took another half jar of water with some ice **** and poured it on, the kind that was very careful.

After Han Cheng was stunned for a while, he soon understood Wu's painstaking efforts.

He did this, maybe because he was worried that the rabbit would be thirsty, or it was a memorial ceremony unique to the Qingque tribe for the dead.

The death of this rabbit really caused great trauma to the witch. Since burying the rabbit with the black eye, the witch who ran to the bunny circle every day has stopped going to the bunny circle.

Instead, I often stay in the place where the black eye rabbits are buried. I stay for a long time. I only leave when I eat. Sometimes, I will whisper something in my mouth.

While this moved Han Cheng, he was also worried about Wu's body.

If you didn't see it with your own eyes, who would have thought that primitive people would be so affectionate for their animals?

Han Cheng, with some mud in his nails, came back from outside the tribe and saw the witch squatting motionless in the place where the black eye rabbit was buried, like a sculpture. He couldn't help feeling moved and sighed.

Sure enough, there are people who are infatuated everywhere~www.wuxiahere.com~ Han Cheng looked at here for a while, and decided to comfort this sad old primitive man in the past. After all, rabbits cannot come back to life, and at this time, no more sadness .

Han Cheng walked up to him, and before he could say what he had planned, Wu spoke first.

This made Han Cheng feel a little happy, as long as he was willing to speak, he could persuade him after he spoke.

He looked at Wu with a smile, but the smile on his face was completely frozen without hearing a few words, as if he had been struck by lightning.

Feeling moved for these two or three days?

At this moment, Han Cheng, who knew the truth, almost burst into tears.

"God, how are you..."

The witch, who was talking about his thoughts with great interest and confusion, noticed the strangeness of the son of God, so he stopped and asked with concern.