The leader of the donkey tribe carried a steaming bowl of broth and sucked happily around the fire.

The broth was salted and delicious, and he never had enough to eat.

The hot broth drank on his stomach, and the whole person felt warm, which made him love this pottery more and more.

Even if their tribe needs to shrink their clothes and diet this winter because of the replacement of pottery, he feels that it is very worth it.

He drank the soup from the bowl and ate the meat, and then handed the bowl to another tribesman who had been waiting 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 ate much worse than the chiefs, and there was little meat in their bowls, and each man usually had one or two fruits in his bowl boiled with the poor flesh.

The joy of getting pottery makes them want to boil whatever food they can eat in a clay pot.

And it's really a good way, in the past, a person couldn't eat enough with three fruits, but now, with only one fruit, he can be full.

The only drawback is that I get hungry quickly and need to go to relieve myself often......

Compared with previous years, the Teng Snake tribe seems a little deserted, last year's battle made their tribe lose a lot of adults, even if they plundered some people from other tribes, they couldn't make up for this loss.

Because they plundered all the underage children, as well as the female primitives, in order to prevent rebellion, the adult males were to kill the meat-eaters......

The second leader of the Teng Snake Tribe, squatting in a corner and nibbling on the fruit with some ice teeth in his hand, raised his head and looked at the place where Wu and several other leaders gathered not far away, and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

From there, there was a burst of meat aroma, and the smell made people salivate, especially the roasted and oily rube in Wu's hand, which was even more unbearable.

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

It's all because of that damn tribe!

He thought hatefully.

It was only when I remembered the horrific scene of that day that a fear also rose in my heart.

He silently nibbled on the fruit while cursing at the damned tribe on a daily basis, and at the same time pondered how to return to the position of leader.

If you take someone and take down that damned tribe completely......

The world is very big, and a lot of things happen all the time, Han Cheng is not a god who is high up and doesn't do anything, he just looks down on the gods of all beings, he has his own things to do, and of course he doesn't know what happens in other tribes.

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 that kind of all-out power.

If he really had such great ability, he would not be distressed by this little charcoal.

The two giants of the three giants of the Qingque tribe have problems, and the god son is more energetic in burning charcoal, and he doesn't care much about other things every day, and he wants to burn the charcoal out.

The witch is even more terrifying, and the time spent lying on the edge of the rabbit pen every day is getting longer and longer.

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

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

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

When he saw Wu doing this, he couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart, worried that Wu would be too sad, and he deliberately stayed here with Wu for a while.

Because the rabbit buried by Wu is the one with dark circles that he often strokes.

It is conceivable how much this rabbit occupies in his heart.

The death of this rabbit has brought a lot of harm to Wu.

Moreover, Wu was also very careful to bury it with its favorite grass and a few newly pulled small rapeseeds, and even the soil covered was very fine, for fear that a large clod of soil would crush the rabbit...... From here, it can be seen that Wu is reluctant to give up on it.

Looking at Wu who was doing these things seriously without saying a word, Han Cheng could understand and understand Wu Cheng's mood very well.

I remembered my feelings when Fu Jiang was lost some time ago, and the emotional Han Shenzi also shed tears of sympathy for this rabbit with dark circles under his eyes who died early, as well as Wu's deep affection.

In later life, he saw some old 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, and after a long time, it is not surprising that 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 incomprehensible.

After carefully covering up the rabbit, Wu did not end his action, but carried half a jar of water with some ice ballast and poured it on it, very carefully.

Han Cheng was stunned for a while, and then quickly understood Wu's painstaking intentions.

He did it, perhaps fearing that the rabbit would be thirsty, or maybe it was a memorial ritual unique to the deceased in the Blue Sparrow tribe.

The death of this rabbit really caused great psychological trauma to the witch, since the burial of the rabbit with black eyes, the witch who ran to the rabbit circle every day before is no longer going to the rabbit circle.

Instead, they often stay in the place where the rabbit with dark circles is buried, and it stays for most of the day, and only when it is time to eat, it is willing to leave, and sometimes, it will whisper something in the mouth.

This moved Han Cheng and at the same time, he was also worried about Wu's body.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have thought that primitive people would be so affectionate for the animals they raised?

Han Cheng, who had some mud between his fingernails, came back from outside the tribe and saw the witch squatting motionless in the place where the rabbit with black circles was buried, like a sculpture, and his heart couldn't help but be moved, and he sighed a little.

Sure enough, there are infatuated people everywhere.

Han Cheng looked here for a while, and decided to go over and comfort this sad old primitive, after all, the rabbit can't be resurrected after death, and no matter how sad and sad it is at this time, it can't be.

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

This made Han Cheng feel slightly happy in his heart, as long as he was willing to speak, he could persuade him only after he spoke.

He looked at Wu with a smile on his face, but the smile on his face completely solidified before he heard two words, as if he had been struck by lightning, and he was scorched by thunder on the outside and on the inside.

In the past two or three days, I have been blindly moved?

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

"Miko, how do you ......?"

Wu, who was talking about his thoughts with great interest and confusion, noticed the strangeness of the Son of God, and hurriedly stopped, and asked with concern.