By the time Yashiro had returned home, the sun had completely appeared beyond the horizon, and the smoke was faint in the tribe, and people were unaware of the danger that had arisen last night.

When he opened the door, he immediately smelled the smell of fish, and a woman with her hair tied came out, looked at him with some reproach, and stepped forward to take the staff in his hand.

"Why don't you say a word if you don't come back last night. ”

Hearing his rebuke, Yashiro smiled stupidly, then handed over the staff and walked to the back room.

In the middle of the room hung a basket with a baby girl lying in the basket.

The baby girl lies on her side with her left foot straddling in front of her right foot, the center of her foot against the basket, her left fist under the corner of her left face, and her right fist against her face.

Hearing the sound of the eight generations of witches coming in, the baby girl reacted in shock, and spread her arms and hands outstretched, as if she was about to catch something.

Yashiro Wu immediately stepped forward, stretched out his hands and carefully grabbed the baby girl's hands, calming her down.

"Woo. ”

The baby girl called twice, and then fell asleep peacefully.

At this time, a woman not far from the baby girl opened her eyes and saw the eight generations of witches hurriedly standing up.

"It's okay, you can rest, I'm just looking at the child. ”

Yashiro smiled at her, and then set his eyes on the girl.

It was his child, but not his own child.

For unknown reasons, he and his wife have been married for several years, but his wife has never been pregnant, so he does not have children of his own.

The baby girl was picked up by him from the beach a month ago, or rather, by someone else, and adopted by him.

On that day, there was a loud noise on the sea, which shocked the people of the Fire Tribe to look in the direction of the sea, and the eight generations of witches specially sent people to check, and later sent a team to investigate, and brought the child back.

According to the description of the men, the child was in a basket and floated from the sea.

At first, the eight generations of witches were puzzled, how could the sea have been frozen for many years, how could it float over?

Later, the soldiers explained that the ice in the sea seemed to have been split into a crack, and the child had drifted along the crack and was salvaged by them.

"There are no beasts in the sea?"

Yashiro asked in surprise.

"Yes, when we fished the children, they attacked us, and then we couldn't help it, we tied them behind the stone spears with hemp ropes, and pierced the baskets with the stone spears, and then dragged the children over. ”

When the soldier said this, there was a look of apprehension in his eyes, thinking that it was very dangerous at that time.

A strange child enters the fire tribe in such a magical way, and it is inevitable that the eight generations of witches should pay attention to it, but there is no need to raise it personally.

At first, he did give the child to the family for surrogacy, but that night, his mind always recalled the pure gaze in the child's eyes when he opened it.

So the eight generations of witches brought the child back overnight, and his wife did not object to this, and even cared about the child no less than the eight generations of witches.

And the woman in the room is the child's wet nurse, after all, the child is young and needs milk, and the two of them don't have it, so the eight generations of witches asked someone to help.

With his status, it is not a difficult thing to ask a woman with milk to come to his own home to take care of this child.

"Woo. ”

The child made a sound, stretched, and slowly opened his eyes.

Yashiro looked up at the woman in the room.

"I've been asleep for a while, and it's time to wake up. ”

Yashiro Wu nodded and tucked the animal skin on the girl's body.

"Eat out or in the house?"

The figure of his wife appeared in the doorway, and she asked with her head tilted.

"Get out. ”

The eighth generation of witches responded, reached out and touched the child's cheek again, and then reluctantly started to walk out of the room.

This meal is frozen fish, and the staple food is indeed the small amount of yellow millet at home.

Yashiro Wu looked up at his wife in surprise, and his wife smiled: "I know that you have worked hard all night, and I specially made it for you." ”

"Thank you. ”

The eyes of the eight generations of witches looking at their wives were full of love.

Although they can't have children, the relationship between husband and wife is very good.

The wife smiled and didn't say anything, just told him to eat quickly, the yellow millet would not taste good if it was cold.

Yashiro Witch likes to eat yellow millet, this soft and granular thing, which makes him feel that his whole mouth is full of fresh taste when he eats it, which makes him very comfortable.

He was eating in the outhouse, and the baby girl in the back room had woken up, and before she could cry, the nurse had already come forward to feed.

Without waiting for the baby girl to finish eating, the eight generations of witches had already eaten, so they quickly entered the house and looked at the baby girl who was breastfeeding.

The baby girl has exhausted her strength because of the milk, and her little face is red, and at this time, a birthmark will appear on her forehead.

The birthmark is triangular in shape, with three vertical lines in the middle, two long and rounded, and a very short one in the middle.

Such a symmetrical totem has obvious rules, and the eight generations of witches feel that it is related to the life experience of the baby girl.

At first, he was still a little worried that the girl was not from the Fire Tribe and would not be able to adopt it himself.

When he told his wife about this idea, Yatsuyo Wu's wife didn't think so.

"The Fire Tribe was originally a small tribe of only a dozen people, and it has grown to such a large size that it is impossible to rely on the fertility of generations, there are not only many foreigners among them, she is still a baby, as long as she grows up, we don't say, what does she remember. ”

Listening to his wife's words, Yashiro Wu relieved his heart and threw himself on the adopted baby girl.

If it weren't for something happening on the other side of the jungle, he would have been waiting to stay here day and night, not to be separated from his daughter.

The wife was not jealous of this, and was even very happy for Yashiro, because she knew early on that Yashiro wanted a child.

Whenever he thinks of his wife's understanding, Yashiro Wu can't help but thank his understanding wife.

"Eaten. ”

The nursing woman spoke, interrupting Yashiro's thoughts.

He hurriedly took the child, and when he saw the child open his eyes and look at him, there was still a hint of a smile on his chubby little face, and there was a small dimple in the corner of his left mouth.

I had a lot of fun with my children, but I felt that the tiredness of last night was much better.

The baby girl slowly became a little sleepy, so he put the child in the hanging basket and walked out lightly.

"What's going on over there in the jungle?"

When his wife saw him come out, she asked straight to the point.

"The mantis appeared, and the warriors were nervous. ”

Yashiro Wu said truthfully.

The wife nodded, and said, "Are you sure you don't want to ask the leader of the Yin tribe for help?"

There are not many leaders left in the Fire Tribe, and they have a good relationship with the Eight Generations of Witches, and they also have certain abilities, and the leader of the Yin Tribe is counted as one.

But when the Yin Wu left, he specially asked the eight generations of Wu to help take care of the Yin tribe, and if the leader of the Yin tribe went to the battlefield, the Yin tribe warriors would inevitably follow.

If the Yin tribe loses its personnel because of this battle, the eight generations of witches will feel very guilty.

Seeing that her husband's face was still a little hesitant, the wife of the Eight Generations of Witches persuaded again: "You need a ruling leader, not the current ones, he is very important to you." ”

Yatsuyo nodded, understanding what his wife meant.

"I'll think again. ”

In the end, the eighth generation of Wu still didn't agree immediately, he really didn't want the newly developed Yin tribe to bear such a big responsibility.