At three o'clock in the middle of the night, in the cave of the Gray Rabbit Tribe.

When he put down the big bowl in his hand with a satisfied face, in the first few seconds, there was still more than half a catty of nourishing broth left in the bowl, which had been completely poured into Song Yong's stomach.

After feeling the bowl of nourishing broth, the bursts of comfort and a little restless heat began to rise in the body.

Song Yong said to the gardenia girl on the side:

"Gardenia, thank you for the supper! But today I decided to be here in the fire pond tonight, hurry up and polish the magic power in your body, you better go back and rest first, don't wait for me." ”

"Okay, Brother Yong, then I'll cook you this broth again tomorrow morning?"

After hearing this, he was cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, and asked like this.

As Song Yong said, based on the simple idea in his heart that 'we must cherish life and stay away from the tough witch Jiang Ying'.

In the past few days, he has not gone back to sleep.

During the day, he was always in the workshop, directing the production of muskets and the processing of gunpowder, and often even worked overtime until late.

At the end of the long work, he would go to the cave alone.

Sitting on the edge of the fire pit where the fire dwells, he insisted on cultivating the magic power in his body.

This approach naturally makes him unable to get enough rest time every day, but it is really more relaxed than going back to the wooden house to sleep.

At least、His poor waist pole doesn't hurt that much, isn't.。

Not to mention, after two or three days in a row, coupled with the continuous use of great tonics, he not only felt that his physical state had eased up.

And it seems that the current self is a little stronger.

But even so, he still felt that it was more at ease to be alone by the fire on such a lonely night.

As for going back to sleep in that big, fluffy bed, there was no such thing.

After hearing Gardenia's inquiry, Song Yong thought carefully for a while before answering:

"No, it's not a few hours before morning, where can I eat so much, and tomorrow morning you don't have to prepare food for me, you can sleep a little longer." ”

"As for lunch, you don't need to cook the broth, can you bake one of those things for me? ”

For such a request, Gardenia naturally will not have the slightest meaning, she lit the boiling water on the edge of the fire pond, and washed the special dishes and chopsticks of Brother Yong.

The back that was very youthful and energetic disappeared in front of Song Yong's eyes......

There is such a thing as witchcraft cultivation, for other ordinary primitive people and natives, it is naturally an incomparably mysterious and lofty thing.

Even Gardenia, who is a strong totem warrior among the natives.

Often when Song Yong was cultivating, he was also envious and cautious, for fear that he would disturb Brother Yong's cultivation because of his actions.

But for Song Yong, after getting used to cultivation, this kind of lofty thing became very monotonous.

To put it bluntly, the so-called cultivation of magic power is nothing more than a project that constantly absorbs the power of fire to recharge the body, so that the capacity of the magic power in one's body becomes larger.

Therefore, it can only be described as boring.

Fortunately, after going through too many things, Song Yong, who was originally a little out of his mind, knew the necessity of making himself stronger.

For this reason, he quickly adjusted his mentality and began to practice like water grinding kung fu.

And with the help of the fire of the Burning Mountain Tribe in his body, it seems that Song Yong's cultivation efficiency is quite good.

It's a pity that today's Song Yongcai has not cultivated for a while, and he can feel a burst of fragrance with the fragrance of the six gods of flower dew and is approaching him......

Smell the smell of floral water that is not mixed with the fragrance of gardenias.

Song Yong knew that someone was coming, not because the girl had gone and returned, but because someone else.

It was the Tough Witch Jiang Ying, the woman with whom he had a complicated relationship, who had just been hiding for two nights before he came to the door again.

Sure enough, after Song Yong opened his eyes, he could find that his guess was not wrong at all.

Jiang Ying, who was draped in long soft hair, wrapped in a wide animal skin cloak, was standing in front of her beautifully.

And under that big cloak, Song Yong could vaguely see black lace lace, large mesh socks, and a pair of silver high heels.

This kind of dress, combined with the lesbians who have become more and more delicate recently, looks beautiful but beautiful.

It's just that Song Yong instinctively sighed, and immediately after a heavy mist appeared in front of him, he thought with doubts in his heart:

"I'm going! Isn't it cold to wear it like this in the weather of minus 30 degrees?"

Anyway, except for the inexplicable heat in his heart at the moment, it was quite cold to look at.

didn't hold himself up at all, as a noble witch, that kind of high shelf.

Jiang Ying found a short tree stump and came down next to Song Yong.

Suddenly, under the tightened animal skin cloak, some plump curves were immediately revealed, and at the same time, the fragrance transmitted to Song Yong's nose became more and more intense.

It's a pity that in such a situation, Song Yong's face is a little weird.

"I want a hundred weapons called muskets, and those that are used with gunpowder and projectiles, and I also need enough to use them for a while, and ~." ”

After sitting down, Jiang Ying said so without seeing anything in her mouth.

Before she could finish speaking, the words in her mouth changed: "What are you doing undressing?"

"Oh! it's a little hot, cool off. Song Yong said it in a serious manner, thus covering up the fact that he was thinking badly.

Then, Song Yong's face also became serious, and he replied firmly with two words after opening his mouth:

"No, I can't. ”

It's not that Song Yong is stingy, but in his plan, the musket, a powerful long-range weapon, belongs to the Gray Rabbit tribe's strict control and must not be passed on.

Even if his relationship with this tough witch has skyrocketed recently, it won't work.

That's because behind them, they naturally represent two competing tribes, and he needs to be responsible for the dirt bun doors under his command who trust him so much.

However, he was a bit underestimating the Tough Bone Witch Jiang Ying, who was bound to get those muskets.

Two days ago, I was holding people to see the moon together, but now I don't even give me a musket. Jiang Ying looked coquettish and coquettishly at Song Yong.

This is an emotional offensive to try to make Song Yong submit.

"No, it's not negotiable, it's great to let you hold me to see the moon once, and I'll give it back to you. Song Yong's refusal is called a simple.

"I'm going back to the Tough Bone Tribe soon, can't I be considered a parting gift?"

Jiang Ying told it like this with a rare pitiful appearance, which can be regarded as adding a fire.

After hearing this, Song Yong couldn't tell whether he was relaxed or reluctant in his heart? He asked: "Aren't you planning to stay until spring, why did you go back so quickly?"

After hearing this, Jiang Ying said faintly:

"I guess you're going back to the Huaxia tribe soon, if you're not here, it's not interesting for me to stay in the Gray Rabbit tribe, it's better to go back to the Tough Bone Tribe and take on my responsibility as a witch. ”

"So, Song Yong's father~ can you send me some muskets?"

Speaking of which, this female comrade actually pulled Song Yong's sleeve and began to be coquettish.

It's a pity that even if he opened a big move, he still heard two words like iron from Song Yong's mouth:

"No way!"

Seeing that all kinds of moves were ineffective, in the blink of an eye, all kinds of pleading and coquettish expressions faded from the face of the tough bone witch Jiang Ying, like a tide.

After a blank look, she finally planned to make a big move.

I saw her hand reach into the fur cloak, causing the black lace to flash.

Then, I don't know where she came from, she took out a jade plaque carved from white jade.

He said, "Then exchange this magic weapon, it can resist the kind of Dark Temple, which is said to be an invisible spell attack, and it can save your life at a critical time." ”

However, Song Yong still shook his head.

Because for such a point, he already had a plan in his heart: the next time he fought with the savages, he would put the three tablets of the Chinese ancestors on his back before setting off.

With these three powerful ancestor tablets, wouldn't it be much stronger than any Laozi witch weapon!