Spring planting and autumn harvest did not exist in primitive societies.

Fifteen primitive people, after the collective spring, finally began to think about the question of survival.

Whether to continue to live on the top of the mountain, or to take advantage of the time to go down the mountain in search of a more suitable environment for survival, has become a big problem for them.

Here they are referring to only two people: the big boss and the second generation of witches.

There are only two people who can decide the future of the entire tribe, and even the Fifth Xuan who is higher than them is not qualified to participate.

In fact, he would love to be part of the discussion, but as a rock, he had no say.

This argument made the second generation of witches grow up, and the fifth Xuan saw the shadow of the little witch in his body.

Their dialogue, translated through the Fifth Mystery Diagram, goes something like this:

"I think ......" the big boss.

"Shut up, you ignorant. "The second generation of witches.

"Here...... "Big Boss."

"Shut up, you have no idea what we should want. "The second generation of witches.

"Maybe ......" the big boss.

"Shut up, the future of the Fire Tribe must be decided by the Wu. "The second generation of witches.

As a result, the big boss could only shut up helplessly, and he even felt that the second generation of witches was more difficult to communicate with than the small witches.

"You speak. ”

The second generation of Wu saw that the big boss did not speak, and shouted in dissatisfaction.

"I feel like we should stay. ”

The big leader said helplessly.

"Shut up......" After the second generation of witches instinctively retorted, he was silent for a while: "I think you are right. ”

The big boss smiled helplessly, do you think I'm right and tell me to shut up, can we still communicate happily?

No matter what the process is, the result is still in line with the idea of the fifth mystery, staying here is safer than going out to run.

He still can't forget the appearance of the colorful big tiger, if he meets on the way down the mountain, without the protection of the totem fire, these dozen people may not survive.

What's more, with the spring turmoil, the three female tribesmen are already pregnant, so they are even more unsuitable to run.

Yes, all three women are pregnant, of course whose child is not confirmed, but it doesn't matter, for the tribesmen, every little life can be treated as their own child.

People here haven't developed so many rules, and personal goods are basically non-existent, except for the animal skins they wear on their bodies, everything else is public goods.

Here, the only one who can enjoy everything unscrupulously is witches.

As the spiritual pillar of the entire tribe, the second generation of witches basically has no selfish desires, and what he does every day is basically the same as that of the little witch, that is, to draw against the fifth Xuanbi.

Now, what Fifth Xuan wants to kill the most is not the little witch, not because he died, but because the fifth Xuan hates the second generation of witches the most.

This guy will actually climb on his body strokes, it is really a primitive person can endure it, but the stone can't bear it.

For the second generation of witches' extremely disrespectful behavior of the fire totem, the tribesmen can actually turn a blind eye.

"Do you primitive, rude, and ignorant tribesmen have the least respect for your faith?"

The answer, of course, is no.

In order to make it easier for the second generation of witches, the big boss actually put stones around the fire totem for the second generation of witches to make it easier for him to climb.

As a result, the resentment of the fifth Xuan was bred on the big boss again, and he cursed from the bottom of his heart for this kind of guy who helped the arsonist add firewood.

Obviously, the tribesmen didn't want him to curse only the second generation of witches and the big leader, so they kept clapping their hands and applauding between the second generation of witches climbing, pulling the hatred of the fifth mystery.

"Ma Dan, when I grow up, I'll pinch them to death one by one. ”

Fifth Xuan made a silent curse, but that didn't change anything.

Finally, on a hot summer day, the second generation of witches researched their own results.

He sprinkled some mixed fruit pulp on Fifth Xuan's body, and then said some words that Fifth Xuan didn't understand at all, and kept spinning around Fifth Xuan.

Sometimes he stopped, raised his hands and shouted to the sky, sometimes he ran, and he kicked up dust from the ground to make the rubble hit the Fifth Xuan's body.

Such a process naturally attracted the attention of the tribesmen, and they gathered around one by one, and the big-bellied ladies were even more curious.

Fifth Gen felt anger go straight to the tip of his eyebrows, if he had eyebrows.

After a while, nothing happened, everyone dispersed, and the second generation of witches lay on the ground tired and rested.

"Yes, let you splash me in the face, let you kick stones in my face, and exhaust you little bastard. ”

Fifth Xuan cursed with resentment in his heart, and then he saw that the guy who liked to add firewood the most ran to the second generation of witches to comfort him, like his father's son who was tired after work.

"Phew, you're a bad old thing, and you're not a good person. ”

Fifth Xuan continued to curse in his heart, but he still couldn't help but increase the power of the totem fire after nightfall, building a larger protective circle for them.

"No way, I'm just so kind, so kind. ”

He comforted himself like this, and there were faint signs of personality splitting.

The second generation of witches slept very soundly this night, because the fire tonight was very large, and this fire not only did not increase the heat of summer, but made the fire much cooler in the area.

This is the magic of totem fire, warm in winter and cool in summer, and it can also drive away insects and beasts.

The next morning, the second generation of witches woke up early, and then began to pour fruit pulp and kick stones at the fifth Xuan, and this time it was more than the last time, splashing more and kicking harder.

"Okay, you little conscienceless, Lao Zibai is so good to you?"

The fifth Xuan Qi wanted to turn his head and smash this conscienceless person to death, but he was just a stone and couldn't do anything.

The tribesmen gradually gathered around, and some people began to act together behind the second generation of witches, more stones flew in, more fruit pulp splashed, and the fifth Xuan Qi went crazy.

He had never seen such a conscienceless person, he had known this, and what he was guarding them last winter was, so everyone hiccuped together.

Just when he was complaining, suddenly the hot red power in his body was twitched, and his soul also had a feeling of being pulled.

After surging in a trance a few times, he suddenly felt dizzy, and when he opened his eyes again, Fifth Xuan felt that the entire world had changed.

In front of him was a cylindrical stone, with a dark red mark on the stone, much like a fire character, and a corner of the stone, there were some traces of breakage.

"Isn't this me?"

Fifth Xuan was surprised, and couldn't help but look down at his body at this time, and as soon as he looked down, he saw a thin body and hands that were being raised.

"It looks a bit like ...... The second generation of witches. ”