Glancing back at the sleepy-eyed beast, the worry in Lyton's heart immediately vanished.

Strange to say, he seemed to have an inexplicable closeness to the beast, and looking at the strange-looking little guy in front of him, Litton even thought of a dog he once had. How so? If it is someone else's dog, no matter how small and docile it is, it will be wary under the vigilant eyes of the other party. But if it is a dog that you have fed since childhood, no matter how big and fierce it is, you will not have any vigilance. And the feeling that the wild beast gave to Litton was the latter, and they had only known each other for a day, but it seemed that they had already connected some kind of bond of trust, and it would not break easily.

Well, this secret can't be known to the witch manager, and treating the wild beast as a dog is what Lytton can think so. This is a great disrespect to the beast, and if a person as rigid as Master Wu knew what Lytton really thought, he would be as desperate as the sky had fallen.

"Uncle, don't worry, it won't be in the future."

When reasoning doesn't make sense, admitting mistakes is the best way. Unless it was a quarrel, this skill was very weak for Lytton, and in later life, he did not even have the courage to scold the street......

Well, it's not like it's worth showing off your skills, no better.

Chief Wu appropriately forgave Li Dun for his momentary offending the Desolate Beast's wrong behavior, and of course he was also very concerned about whether the Desolate Beast's life in the Barbarian Bull Tribe was satisfactory, and asked cautiously, "Chief, do you think the Desolate Beast Lord is satisfied with the Barbarian Bull Tribe's offerings?" ”

Support?

Hearing this, Litton was angry for no reason, you really treat the desolate beast as an ancestor. Besides, Litton couldn't see the strangeness of the beast, he had studied the beast carefully before he went to bed yesterday, well, he just looked at its appearance carefully, and the result was-

The scales are real - they can't be pulled off.

The tail is also real - not glued.

The head is also real - this can't be fake

……

In short, the anomalous function was not rediscovered, and what Litton could determine was that the beast was a living creature, and he did not know if it was a mutated species.

Grabbing the back of the beast's neck, he grabbed it like a puppy, and the beast was not annoyed, he caught it yesterday. But the witch manager almost exploded in fright, and screamed, "Lytton—"

"What's wrong?"

"You...... Can you give the beast-sama enough respect? ”

Chief Wu clutched his chest, his face pale, but fortunately, the rest of the tribe members were taken away by their respective group leaders, the fishermen, the taro diggers, and the wild fruit collectors also set off, and there were only a few people left in the camp. And the person who saw Lytton's reckless treatment of the desolate beast was only one of them.

Litton smiled embarrassedly, and said to the witch manager: "Other ways are not easy to grasp, besides, it is quite habitual, you can't move." ”

The witch steward turned pale and left the cave with his feet suspended. He even felt that if he was with Lytton again, watching Lydton's disrespect for Lord Beast, Lydon might be fine as the leader, but he, the outgoing wizard, might be summoned by the Witch God.

"Huh!"

"Woe to you!" Lytton said very seriously: "Your pronunciation is not standard, learn from me...... Woe to you! ”

"Huh!"

Lytton gave up on teaching the language of the beasts: "It's another nice day, it's time to get out and walk around." ”

The beast looked at the back of the witch manager for some reason, feeling that this guy was about to get sick. Litton glanced down at the cute pet who seemed to be no threat, jumped off the bed, and hurried out of the cave. The fresh air seems to wash away the turbidity that has been deposited in the body overnight

After a few simple stretching exercises, Litton felt that the whole person was in good spirits, looked down at the desolate beast squatting at his feet for a while, and said heartily: "Since you have a big mouth and a good appetite, then I will call you the Sky Devouring Beast in the future, how about it?" ”

The beast looked up at Lyton in confusion, and then nodded, as if in recognition of the name Lytton had given him.

On the contrary, Lytton laughed: "You guy, can you understand people's words? Or did you not understand it at all, and just pretended to know it very well? ”

One man and one beast replied to each other, in fact, it was just Lytton talking alone, and the beast was listening, which was interesting.

"Chief."

In just a day or two, Lyton's position in the tribe has changed dramatically. Everyone was very respectful to him, and even the witch steward sometimes didn't dare to look him in the eye. As if to do so would be blasphemous. Passing by Lyton was Lei Hu, Lei Ju's younger brother. Compared with Lei Ju's figure, it is simply a small thing. But as a warrior, he's still very strong.

"Why are you back?" Lytton asked curiously, Wild people are very realistic, even if they are slippery, they will not be lazy when they work. Not to mention sneaking back to the camp halfway through and being absent from work.

Lei Hu glanced at the wild beast enviously, and then his eyes immediately averted, like an ignorant teenager who was taken to the jungle by the old driver for the first time...... It was hard to hide the nervous and panicked expression. He drooped his head and said, "Chief Wu asked me to get the freshly made fish cages, and the rocks are going to lay a few more fish cages near the river bay, so that there will be more catches at that time." ”

Litton nodded noncommittally, he didn't have to worry about drying up and fishing. As far as the people of the Barbarian Cattle tribe are open, they eat openly, and eat every day, how many fish can they eat?

"Alright, hurry up and send it over!"

Li Dun waved his hand and was about to send Thunder Tiger away, but suddenly stopped the other party again: "By the way, Thunder Tiger, do you know if there is any special mud nearby?" ”

"Special mud?"

Lei Hu's eyes are almost blind, aren't the mud all the same? Where did he distinguish the extraordinaryness of the mud?

Seeing the demented appearance of the other party, Litton suddenly felt that it was not human, and was about to ask another person, but Lei Hu muttered: "Does the color be beautiful?" ”

"Count." Lytton was pleasantly surprised.

He couldn't tell what kind of mud was good, and Lytton had been looking around the camp for some mud that could be used to make pottery. Of course, he was very new to pottery, and the only source of information came from a trip where he saw the original pottery process.

It's simple, and it's crude. Of course, it is also suitable for the wild world.

Litton couldn't stand it anymore, and when he was eating, he couldn't even put together the dishes and chopsticks. Chopsticks are simple, but what about bowls?

What's more, he is tired of eating barbecue, and no matter how delicious things are, he can't stand the repeated tossing three times a day. He needs to change his tricks.

But Lei Hu didn't think there was anything special about the mud, it was still mud in the beautiful mud, and besides, the mud he was talking about was just a different color from the surroundings, and that's it: "Chief, the beautiful mud has to climb over the opposite mountain, on the slope of the sunny hill, and if you go around the mountain, you can reach it in half a day." ”

"Half a day?" Lytton hesitated, the distance seemed too far: "Is there anything closer?" ”

"Nope." Lei Hu thought about it and shook his head in disappointment. Curious: "Chief, can I ask, what is the use of you asking for special mud?" ”

"Oh, I'm going to make a few pieces of pottery, the tribe's pottery is so worn out that it needs to be replaced." Lytton explained as a matter of course. But these words made Lei Hu's eyes light up, and he said nervously and expectantly: "Leader...... Well, can you make me a bowl while you're making pottery? ”

"Bowl?" Lytton was puzzled.

Lei Hu hurriedly said: "It's okay to be smaller, it's just so big...... kept comparing the size of the bowl in his hand, and explained vigorously: "The big leader used to have a bowl, and he took that bowl with him when he left the tribe......"

Even if this was true, there was an inexplicable sense of desolation in Lytton's ears.

The former leader of the Manniu tribe left the tribe with nothing but a bowl...... may also pick up a shoulder-high stick on the road, and pretend to be pitiful when he sees someone: "Boss, give me some money!" ”

", I'm poorer than you."

……

How did the promised journey of root-seeking become the rhythm of going out to escape the famine and ask for food?