"Savage is the blood of the earth, and the wilderness is the spirit of the sky!"

"I really wonder if I'll wake up?"

"After awakening, the bloodline will not change its appearance greatly, right?"

is a little slightly smelly, but also confused about the unknown, which makes him nervous and worried about the awakening bloodline, and even a little neurotic. He doesn't want to grow into an ugly guy like Lei Ju, or even more unbearable than Lei Ju. If you really become the second thunder giant, you might as well die.

At night, Lytton couldn't sleep because of Mr. Wu's words, he had the heart to refute and solemnly told Mr. Wu that all superstitious ideas are the sequelae of ignorance, and science is the foundation of human civilization. But the actual situation is that Chief Wu's words are closer to the truth of the wilderness. The bloodline of the wilderness is very strong, and it is no longer a category that science can explain, which makes Lytton extremely panicked.

With the increasing number of unexplained phenomena, there are even creatures that cannot be explained by common sense—wild beasts.

Lytton began to wonder how ridiculous he had been in thinking that Savage was a backward primitive society, and that the direction of his loss of control made him unable to imagine what would happen to him next. Is it more appropriate to follow the local customs and become a complete wild and ignorant believer?

Well, even he himself is beginning to get confused, how can he judge the true face of the wilderness? Will the afterlife, that is, the earth where he lived, be said to be an existence beyond the ordinary biosphere, or is it the advanced existence of the biosphere that the wilderness is? I'm afraid this is unreasonable.

If the earth is a high-level biosphere, the wilderness is a low-level biosphere, but will the people on the earth have the magical terminal power of bloodline?

The answer is no, no. People on the planet, in essence, only have two kinds of genetically normal and abnormal people, the former is normal and the latter is disabled......

If the earth is an ordinary, even low-level biosphere, and the savage world represents a high-level biosphere, at least the existence of bloodlines and desolate beasts has eclipsed all science.

But what makes Lytton very aggrieved is that a world that can't even be made of underwear, and has the face to say that he is a high-level biosphere?

It's like an endless loop that bothers Lytton. He had the heart to look up at the creature level of the wild world, but the living conditions made him frown. But to say that the wild creatures are low, just by virtue of the wild beasts, they can throw off several galaxies in the earth's biosphere. As a young man who is deeply influenced by science, when he finds that science can't help him, edification becomes poison. On the contrary, some unfounded 'superstitious' ideas that lack theoretical evidence have become the best way to explain the wild world.

Stick!

Is it really so promising?

Thinking inconclusively, Lyton is also very distressed, and his recent sleep has not been ideal, Lytton comforted himself: "Brother is a fifteen-year-old boy, go to bed early and get up early, in order to maintain the demeanor of a beautiful young man......"

As for fifteen?

This is the result of Manager Wu's calculations, and Lytton can't verify it, and he doesn't bother to do it.

Anyway, as long as you know you're young, it's fine.

As he slept in a daze, Lytton felt a hot ball of flesh arching up his couch, well, it shouldn't be a tribal girl. After showing an unpretentious hard-line attitude towards the tribal women, none of the tribal women dared to make a seductive move towards Lytton. Even if he doesn't have physical pleasure with any woman in the Wild Bull Tribe, it doesn't prevent him from becoming the object of all women's fantasies. The leader is always the object of the most obsession with the tribal resentful women. At this point, even Lei Ju, a fierce man, can't make up for the huge gap between the two sides in terms of origin.

It should be a wild beast. Lytton thought in a daze. It's also strange to say, the desolate beast has a body of scale armor, and it looks cold, but its body is unusually warm.

Grabbing his hands indiscriminately, he felt that he was grasping that little thing, and when he was half-asleep and half-awake, he was the most sluggish to react, and he had long forgotten the words of Chief Wu, and he wanted to treat the desolate beast as an ancestor.

Feeling that the stone under his head was very hard, Litton slapped it away decisively, and put the beast on the pillow, a long-lost sense of familiarity made him feel as if there was a kind of relaxed joy in all four bodies.

Comfortable.

Just these two words, but they can make people completely relaxed.

Beds in Lyton...... Well, let's put it in terms of a bed. In fact, it is a stone high above the ground, with a layer of dry thin branches underneath, and on top of it is the dry grass stalk of thick acquaintance grass, which is of no use in the wilderness, and the flowers are extremely ugly, but the sun-dried grass stem has a faint fragrance, and it is soft and warm. Lytton's acquaintance grass is the best acquaintance grass of the Wild Cattle tribe, and its grade is like the difference between the velvet quilt of Emperor Louis XIV and the moldy cotton wool of the slums of Paris.

Nature is fair, and while a certain creature loses something, it also allows him to be compensated. So that every living thing created by nature is not useless.

Knowing that the grass does not seem to have any usable value, but its light and elegant fragrance is enough to make it favored. In general, the delicate fragrance is the arm that can promote people to enter the dream. It is estimated that the acquaintance grass also has this effect.

In fact, the other members of the Manniu tribe don't use mattresses, and Lydon, the leader, has this stinky problem.

Lying on the cold stones, snoring and snoring, is a true portrayal of the tribesmen.

Following.

The weather is still fine.

The Wild Bull tribe's efforts to harvest the autumn and winter Tibetan production created certain natural conditions, but none of the members of the Wild Bull tribe showed no sign of leaving the camp, but gathered around Lyton's bed, and everyone had the same expression on their faces—horror.

It seemed that the next moment the Wild Bull Tribe was about to come to a catastrophe, Lytton was still asleep, for the members of the Wild Bull Tribe, since the leader was in an accidental coma, the little leader was getting lazier and lazier at a speed visible to the naked eye. It is completely different from the previous little leader who can't do anything well, but works hard in the eyes of the tribe members.

If Lytton could hear his people speak so badly of him, he would surely roar angrily: "I am your chief, not your slave." Leaders who want to eat worse than pigs, sleep later than dogs, and get up earlier than chickens simply go to other tribes to find them, and the Barbarian Cattle tribe does not serve. Or simply say that Lytton doesn't serve, such a person can't afford to serve, what's wrong? Why should the chief suffer first and enjoy last?

In the impression of the savage, Lytton's behavior was no different from that of the Dumb King.

Fortunately, the faint king only knows how to spoil things, but Lytton has brought great changes to the tribe, and it is not an exaggeration to describe the current situation of the Barbarian Bull tribe as a rebirth.

But this time, Lytton's actions seemed to be about to be wrathed.

"Uncle, I'll just say where the leader will take care of the desolate beasts, you see, the spirit beasts have been used as pillows under his head, what if you provoke the spirit beasts and run away?"

Lei Ju's sour tone was more of a schadenfreude, he dreamed of gaining the approval of the spirit beast. The warrior with the spirit beast is the most powerful warrior in the continent. And the current strength of Lei Ju is not as strong as it is strong. That's right, don't look at Lei Ju's strong strength in the Manniu tribe, but looking at the mainland, who knows him?

There are countless warriors with bloodlines, not to mention him, an ordinary person who can't even awaken bloodlines?

There are many bloodlines and spirit beasts......

Looking at the mainland, Lei Ju's shallow strength is as humble as dust. And the wild beast under Lyton's head is his last hope to become a strong man.

Manager Wu felt more and more that Lei Ju had the potential to be an eyesore, in short, he was becoming more and more unpleasant: "While you go, you also want to subdue the spirit beast?" Dream on! ”

"Brother, I think what Wu said is very right, mortals like us have to accept their fate!"

Lei Ju raised the big slap of the pu fan, and slapped it on Lei Hu's head more and more heavily, shouting while hitting: "Let your kid accept his fate, let your kid accept his fate." I'm just a mortal, I want to be stronger, what's wrong? ”

"Don't fight, don't fight, I was wrong!"

"Hey, no, I don't know how wrong you just said."

"Nope!"

"I remember, what you just said seems to be what the leader often says, bastard boy, let you learn the leader to speak, let you learn!"

"Brother, don't fight, don't fight, I was wrong!"

……

The two brothers of the Lei family were making a fuss, and Lyton, who was asleep, finally felt the noise around him. I woke up in a daze: "You all surround me, what are you doing, don't go to work?" ”

As soon as Litton woke up, he had the face of a landlord and a rich man, but in the eyes of the members of the simple Barbarian Cattle tribe, this practice was very responsible, and he was a responsible leader who always kept the tribe in his heart. In the face of Lytton's questioning, in the past, the tribesmen basically went to work, but today is a bit special, everyone is loosely gathered in a big circle, but they just don't leave.

"Uncle, what's wrong?"

In desperation, Lytton looked at Chief Wu with a pleading look.

Chief Wu coughed and said with a strange expression: "Leader! How did you sleep last night? ”

"That's good!"

Lytton didn't know why, so he replied naturally. He didn't realize the seriousness of the matter in the slightest, and of course even if he did, he wouldn't care. As far as creatures like the Desolate Beast are concerned, the energy in their bodies is amazingly large, and the pillow will not break overnight. Besides, the more powerful a creature is, the more powerful it has a heart. If the beast can't stand this, it probably won't be like in the legend, helping the strongest warriors fight together.

Seeing that Li Dun did not show the slightest repentance, Manager Wu couldn't help but raise his voice: "What did I tell you yesterday?" Treat spirit beasts with more respect than the big leader. But what about you? ”

"What's wrong with me?" Lytton was also a little impatient, someone came to find fault in the morning, and no one was comfortable.

When he turned around, he was dumbfounded, and he found that the beast was lying on the head of his bed, no wonder he slept sweeter yesterday than the other days. It turned out to be used as a pillow.

There is no weakness in the heart, the main reason is that Lyton is afraid for a while, the ferocity of this thing Lytton has seen it thoroughly, and there is no problem at all if he swallows a fish of more than ten catties in one bite. Since there is no problem with a dozen catties of fish, what about his head?

Thinking of this, Lyton's cold sweat rained down.