Ling slowly shook his head: "You have to protect the tribe, and you have to protect it. ”

Spirit pointed to the stone beneath Grandpa White Butterfly.

"And I, I'm going to find Abba Eminem, and I'm going to find out why." The body of the spirit was old and stiff, but the voice was very firm: "The reason for the destruction of the Worm Tribe!" ”

Grandpa White Butterfly was silent, he knew his master's stubborn temper.

It is useless to oppose it, this is a fact verified by countless leaders.

"Little White Butterfly, take good care of the tribe, and the future ...... I will be back in the future. ”

Ling has always been alone, not looking for other men to be partners, nor other Warcraft partners, only Grandpa White Butterfly.

Although Ling was old and stiff, her body was extremely flexible, and she ran quickly down the mountain.

But after the foot of the mountain, she also turned around and beckoned to Grandpa Bai Butterfly: "Little White Butterfly, wait for me to come back!" ”

It seems that he has returned to the innocence and purity of the original Bug Tribe.

Looking at the back of the distant sunset, Grandpa Bai Die's eyes were firm:

"I'll protect the tribe for you, Spirit."

"I, I'll wait for you all the time, until you come back."

That's it, it's over.

……

He Chen's eyes were dark, and when he opened his eyes, he found that he was lying next to Grandpa Bai Die.

He rubbed his head, then sat up straight, next to Xiaobai, whose eyes were full of worry.

The memory of just now is still vivid.

He patted Xiao Bai's head gently, and Xiao Bai saw that He Chen was fine, and immediately became happy.

"Cub ......" Grandpa Bai Butterfly's voice is not as powerful as in the dream, but full of old age.

He Chen came back to his senses from the memory just now: "Grandpa White Butterfly." ”

"Cub, this is the origin of the Green Worm Tribe." Grandpa White Butterfly slightly instigated his wings: "As for the north...... I don't know what it is, maybe it's some powerful monster. ”

He Chen nodded.

Human beings should not be able to do this to this extent, unless this is especially a cultivation of immortals and fantasy novels.

"So, get strong as soon as possible, cub." After Grandpa Bai Die finished speaking, he lay down: "I'm going to sleep for a while...... Somewhat tired......"

In a moment, Grandpa Bai Butterfly fell asleep, his body rising and falling slightly.

He Chen glanced at the stone under it twice, but he didn't see what it was, it didn't seem to have appeared in the games and anime in his previous life.

Shaking his head, he decided not to think about it, and the boat naturally went straight to the bridge.

He's better to develop as soon as possible.

There were so many elves in the Worm Tribe, so powerful, at least thousands of humans, and in the end, they were all destroyed, and only about thirty people escaped.

With the current thin arms and legs of the Green Worm Tribe, it's simple.

"Spirit...... Guard...... I'll wait for you ......"

Behind him, an unconscious murmur came from telepathy, and He Chen felt distressed when he heard it.

Because of the spirit, Grandpa White Butterfly has guarded the green worm tribe for hundreds of years.

Just because, she said, protect the tribe and wait for her to come back.

……

Out of the cave, it was already night.

He Chen let out a breath and felt his heart heavy.

There are only two witches in the Green Worm Tribe.

One is the Spirit and the other is Him.

And the spirit had gone to find the truth, and he guessed that most of them had died outside.

After all, man is never a mythical beast.

Just like Grandpa White Butterfly, although he has inherited some of the characteristics of Gaino Seket, he is still not a divine beast.

It also ages and may die soon after.

It's been hundreds of years.

The spirit, perhaps, is dead.

Now, all the burden is on him.

"No matter, take it one step at a time." He Chen shook his head and walked down the mountain with Xiaobai on his head.

Hungry all afternoon, hungry.

A bonfire has been lit at the foot of the mountain, and today the bonfire was lit next to the wooden house.

Because from today onwards, everyone will live in wooden huts, caves to store all kinds of food and tools.

The hunting team had a good harvest today, and it seemed that they had caught two or three times as many prey as before.

"It seems that splitting into two teams works pretty well." He Chen thought to himself.

Split into two teams, not too weak, not too bloated.

And today it looks like there are no casualties.

"Morning Witch!"

It was the wings calling him, beckoning him to sit next to him.

"Don't, uncle, just call me Chen."

He Chen walked over and hurriedly waved his hand.

Others are fine, but Wing is his own uncle!

"Chen" can be called Chenwu, but "He Chen" cannot.

The traditional virtues of the Chinese nation, respect for the old and love for the young.

"That's not going to work!" Wing glared: "You are a witch, and the leader must also respect the witch." ”

He Chen was helpless.

Through the memories of Grandpa White Butterfly, he also discovered that the status of Wu is above the leader.

"Chen, no, Chenwu, I left you a leg." Di had a leg in his arms, which seemed to be a coyote dog, and he only dared to call Chen in private, and there were others in him who could only call Chen Wu.

As for the legs in the hands.

The most common in this basin are coyote dogs and serpentine bears.

"Didn't I get chopsticks......" He Chen realized that something was wrong before he finished speaking.

This kind of barbecue doesn't use chopsticks! It's better to eat directly with your hands, otherwise you will only eat a few small pieces of meat after everyone else has eaten a few taels of meat with chopsticks.

Stone bowls and wooden bowls are also not very practical.

Speaking of bowls......

"By the way, didn't you say that you would cook soup today?"

He Chen then remembered.

"It's cooked, over there."

Tsubasa pointed to a campfire not far away, with a stone pot next to it.

Wing said: "The water is not boiled, it can be cooked tomorrow." ”

Forehead......

He Chen smiled helplessly.

How can you boil it next to it, this is not what Uncle Mao used to cook the bark, it can be burned slowly.

You're making soup!

"Alas, there is still a long way to go!"

Thinking of the strength of the insect tribe, they are about to develop farming techniques.

And here, you can't cook a soup.

"Develop as soon as possible, develop as soon as possible." He Chen admonished himself.

He instructed the people to set up a stone pot out of wood with a few pieces of jerky in it.

And Di watched the scene of He Chen teaching everyone from the side, and he had an indescribable feeling.

If he had the knowledge of the afterlife, he would know that He Chen's actions of teaching people to plant, store water, and cook soup were full of the sacredness of a saint to educate the world.

But Di didn't know, so he just thought He Chen was very powerful.

"It's a pity that there is no seasoning." He Chen estimated that primitive people ingested salt through the blood of elves.

He had only drunk a few large mouthfuls of coyote blood the other day.

Elves have salt in their blood, but the tribe doesn't have it.

Therefore, this pot of broth has no taste at all after cooking, but has a meaty aroma.

But how could anyone else be so picky.

The first time I smelled the broth, it attracted everyone.

"Goo."

The crowd laid down the meat in their hands.

This barbecue suddenly doesn't smell good.

He Chen picked up the wooden bowl, filled a bowl of broth, blew it, and took a sip.

"Whew-"

After drinking, he let out a refreshing exhalation.

It doesn't taste salty, but it's much better than grilled meat! God knows how much He Chen doesn't want to eat barbecue now.

"Do you want it?" He Chen smiled and looked at them.

The answer is obvious.

Then bowls of broth were beaten, and in a short time, a pot of broth was beaten.

After a while, the well-fed and well-fed people went to sleep in the hut.

He Chen also returned to their wooden house with Di.

When I opened the door, I saw that the wooden house was covered with a thick layer of hay, and there was nothing else.

Beds, tables, and whatever, I haven't had time to get them yet.

He Chen and Di walked in and sat down, feeling soft.

Lie down and let out a long breath.

He Chen suddenly asked, "Xiaodi, Xiaobai, you say, what is supporting people's lives?" ”

I didn't have time to think about this question in my previous life, because it was important to make money from work.

In this life, after experiencing the memories of Grandpa White Butterfly, he suddenly became puzzled.

People live, why?

"Of course it's for food!" Dee said as a matter of course.

But after finishing speaking, he held his head, afraid of being knocked by He Chen.

He Chen smiled.

Sure enough, it's a foodie.

"Bah, blea."

Xiaobai: To live is, where you are, where I am.

He Chen choked.

Gan, are you so moved?

He touched Xiaobai's head.

He continued to Di: "What are you doing other than eating? ”

"In addition to eating, of course, there are cubs!" Di hugged his head after speaking, but seeing that He Chen didn't knock him, he put his hand down: "I will also find a woman like Aunt Hua to have a cub in the future!" ”

Flower......

The woman with arms thicker than their waists......

"Ahem." The aesthetics of primitive people are different, He Chen decided to ask a different question: "Xiaodi, what is the purpose of your life?" ”

Well, no, no, what is the purpose, this question is like a person is a villain.

But Di said suspiciously: "What is the purpose of living?" Nope! But do you have to die without a purpose? ”

"Poof." He Chen couldn't help but laugh.

Dee couldn't understand what was funny about his words, but he laughed along.

In the end, Xiaobai also joined.

The two of them laughed happily, and the laughter grew louder and happier.

"Yes, we can't die."

He Chen laughed.

The pressure from Grandpa White Butterfly suddenly disappeared.

To live, people just need to move forward.