Chapter Twenty-Five: She's a Clever Little Cub
Lang is the son of the patriarch, a big man, who belongs to the bodybuilding and sunshine side, and looks very eye-catching.
Lang and Kasumi are cousins, and all the people of this tribe are related by blood within five generations. If they don't particularly love each other, if they have to be together, the young people in the tribe will generally choose foreigners when choosing a mate. The annual spring trading day is a day for the exchange of necessities and courtship between various tribes.
Qian Duoduo rejected their kindness.
She was a little unaccustomed to the hot gazes of these young men falling on her.
When she went out hunting with so many warriors, she was afraid that she would be dragged into the grass by a hot-blooded young man on impulse.
So she had to keep her distance from these people as much as possible and avoid contact.
The next day.
After the hunting team set off, Qian Duoduo was also ready to go.
Qian Duoduo took out the sleigh, and when she left on the sleigh, the eyes of the people in the tribe looked at her!
This is a very intelligent little cub, who looks so small, but has great intelligence, and in addition to being able to weave rattan baskets, she also makes long strips of things that are so interesting! Why hasn't anyone thought of sliding this way before?
"Patriarch! A few old men of the lion tribe with lame legs and few arms looked at the sleigh that was gliding farther and farther, gradually turning into a black spot, and finally couldn't help it, and looked at the bearded patriarch with bright eyes, "She can penetrate the enchantment!
Yes, you read that right.
When Qian Duoduo stepped out of the canyon with one foot, a circle of ripples appeared on the ground, and in front of her there was a transparent invisible air cover, which she passed through.
This is the enchantment of the lion tribe, a gossip array laid down by the ancient powers, without the guidance of the lion tribe and the permission of the elders, no one and beast can break into or leave the canyon where the lion tribe lives. Unless this person is not subject to certain rules between heaven and earth......
"Little cub...... Will she ever come back?"
If she's the one in the prophecy......! Is hope and light finally coming?
Do these tribesmen really know where they come from? Not necessarily.
But the fact that they would rather lose the memory of their former civilization than take root in the wilderness is enough to show how attractive this planet is to them. Here, they experience poverty and are suppressed for brain activity and development, but they can live for 150 or even 200 years. Their ancestors exchanged their wisdom for lifespan, and at the cost of dormant for 3,000 years, they exchanged the opportunity for their descendants to be able to integrate into the famine.
"God says there will be someone who will lead us out of the cage!"
This cage is both a captive and a protection. Protecting them from the brutal rules of the flood also limits the development of the tribe. As long as they remain in this protective cover, they will not be able to activate the spark of civilization until they have gone through a long period of time and completely forgotten the former civilization before they can be reborn.
It's brutal, and it's a gamble. It is conceivable how determined the earthlings of the year were to make this decision.
"I say, you old guys, do whatever you have to do. Winter will last for two months, and we have a lot to do, so don't sit idle all day long. The elder came out of the cave, and when he saw these round-faced, bearded old men all looking in the direction in which the sleigh had left, he couldn't help frowning and teaching them a lesson.
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