That's because Lao Tzu's child can be sure that it is biological, yours......

Han Cheng, who was running all the way back, would definitely complain like this if he knew what a few people thought.

Of course, even if it's a complaint, the people in the tribe don't care much.

Every era has its own characteristics, and what later generations care about very much, people really don't care much about in this era of struggling to survive and everything is based on being alive.

"Let's pack up and go back."

Wu stood here and was surprised by Han Cheng's speed for a while, and after thinking about it, he opened his mouth and said to the person.

"Raw...... Was it born? ”

Han Cheng, who was panting when he ran, asked eagerly about the oncoming iron head.

"Also...... Not ...... yet"

Iron Head was a little stunned by the speed of Miko's display.

It can't be a difficult birth, right?

The more concerned people are, the easier it is for them to think badly.

What are you thinking!

Han Cheng secretly snorted himself, stretched out his hand and patted Tietou's body to show his gratitude to Tietou for coming to report the news, and then continued to run towards the tribe without stopping.

After being stunned in place for a while, Tietou also turned around and ran after Han Cheng, but he couldn't keep up with the speed of the Divine Son and was left behind.

Panting all the way to the gate of the tribe, Han Cheng rushed in without much stopping, and kept walking towards the room where he lived.

ran out of a distance of more than 20 meters, and then realized that something was not quite right.

Outside the room where I lived, there was no one gathered there, but there were a lot of people in the toilet, and there was a lot of noise.

Bai Xuemei couldn't have given birth in the toilet, right?

Han Cheng stopped and walked to the toilet, and just after taking two steps, he heard the cry of a baby in the chaos of his life.

"Born! Born! ……”

A voice of joy followed.

Han Cheng stayed on the spot for a moment, and all the chaotic voices subsided, leaving only the loud cry of the baby.

Han Cheng stayed here in a daze, and the baby's cry touched some places in his heart.

I don't know why, it should have been a moment of great joy, but he unconsciously shed tears.

"God...... Son of God, ...... inside"

The iron head panted and ran in from behind, pointing in the direction of the toilet and said to Han Cheng.

Han Cheng quickly wiped the water on his face as if he had just woken up from a dream, and then walked towards the toilet without saying a word.

The people near the toilet saw Han Cheng who was striding over, and hurriedly got out of the way so that Han Cheng could go in to visit Bai Xuemei and his children.

His cub was born like this, and he became a father like this?

While Han Cheng's heart was agitated, he also had some disbelief, and a wonderful feeling was hovering in his heart.

If you have your own baby, you can be a dad in the future, you can coax your child to play, you can change the way to make food for your child, and you can kiss and hug and hold it high......

As soon as he walked to the door of the toilet, Han Dashenzi, a novice father who had a lot of scenes in his heart and had just become a father, had already begun to fantasize about entering the role of a father.

This is the second time Han Cheng has entered the women's toilet after sneaking into the women's toilet out of curiosity after he sneaked into the women's toilet because he was curious.

Compared with the sneaky feeling in my heart this time, this time it is much more upright and straightforward.

The excitement and apprehension didn't show up at all, and he didn't even realize that he was going into the women's bathroom.

The scene inside the toilet had already appeared in front of Han Cheng's eyes.

Huo Er, such as flowers, grass, Zhuang and several other women of the Qingque tribe surrounded it.

In a slightly wide area, there is a piece of nitrated skin.

The skin is full of filth at this time, and Bai Xuemei, who is naked and pale, is sitting on this leather at this time, holding a lump of meat in her arms.

The little meat ball is not honest, kicking hands and feet, opening his mouth and crying.

"Brother Cheng, look."

When Bai Xuemei saw Han Cheng coming in, a smile appeared on her pale face, and she lifted the small meat ball to Han Cheng's side.

Seeing that the little meat ball was bouncing so badly, he was worried that he would fall, so he hurriedly took it back into his arms, in an awkward posture, obviously not holding a soft child.

This scene is not beautiful at all, and it is still in the toilet in the summer, but Han Cheng feels that it is more beautiful than all the scenes he has seen.

Seeing Bai Xuemei's appearance, Han Cheng was relieved, obviously there was not much to do.

He walked a few quick steps to Bai Xuemei's side, reached out and rubbed her sweat-soaked hair, and then looked down at the child who bounced from time to time.

"I'll go! It's ugly......"

The baby was obviously newborn, the umbilical cord had not been cut or washed, the body was slippery, and the skin was wrinkled.

The tender skin was a little purple, and the two hands were tightly clenched together, held above the head, and moved from time to time with the cry.

At first glance, it looks like a monkey......

Han Cheng, who had just returned his father's heart, was in love in an instant, this guy was really his own?

Even though he had seen many babies who had just been born, Han Cheng still couldn't help but dislike it.

This is a little too different from the imaginary pink, meaty, milky milk doll with a milky smell on its body.

After looking at it for a while, he reached out and pulled the little guy's leg to the side, revealing the key parts.

Well, that's up to you.

Dislike is disgust, after all, it is still your own birth, and you can't do less.

Turning his head to look, he saw that the warm water, the knife, and the willow branch water were all ready, and Han Cheng honestly proceeded to the next step.

First use willow branch water to scrub his hands well, and then detoxify the knife.

Put the bone knife on the umbilical cord, and slowly pull it to cut it, and then make a knot.

There is a reason why you don't need sharper iron knives, iron is easy to rust if you take care of it, and the iron knives of the Qingque tribe can't escape this fate either.

Han Cheng, who was bent on increasing the number of people in the tribe, of course would not let people cut the umbilical cord with an iron knife.

After handling the umbilical cord, Han Cheng took the slippery little ball of meat from Bai Xuemei's arms and washed it carefully and gently in the warm willow branch water, very seriously.

Well, ugly is a little ugly, but after all, it is my own.

The hand touches the little guy's body, soft and tender, very comfortable.

I don't know if the warm water made the little guy feel like he was back in his mother's womb, and he had a sense of security, but the villain, who was originally crying, quieted down, and seemed to be extremely satisfied with Han Cheng, a novice dad.

After cleaning up the little guy seriously and drying it with a burlap, Han Cheng took the small package of fine linen handed over by Zhuang and wrapped him.

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