Time flies, time flies.

If this sentence was said by someone who had seen it in the previous life, the fifth Xuan must have felt that it was a stinky fart.

Day by day, month by month, year by year, no one has one more day, no one has no less than one day, how can it be like a shuttle?

However, as a totem, Fifth Xuan felt that he had the right to say this, because time really didn't mean much to him.

The life of a primitive man is very simple, and he can't help but sigh after simply watching it for two days, so he chooses to sleep most of the time, letting his spirit sleep in the fire totem.

Spring has gone to autumn, and five years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the third generation of witches has become a little kid running around the world, and the fire tribe is getting bigger and bigger.

After five years of continuous gestation, the Fire Tribe already has five hundred and twenty-three babies under the age of two, and he doesn't bother to count them when he is not born in his womb.

There are 678 children over the age of two and under the age of ten, and this number is so small because it is too difficult for the primitive tribe to survive, and even if he has heating every year, many people die of disease and severe cold.

The number of adults over the age of 10 has not changed much, and the number of children who have grown up, plus those who have been taken in, is one hundred and twenty-three males and two hundred and eighty-five females.

This world seems to be more suitable for women to survive than men, whether they are out hunting or taking care of the family, they are all rushing to the front line, and their demise is naturally great.

And our big leaders are getting older, and they are no longer as brave as they were when they were young.

And he has begun to focus on cultivating the second generation of leaders, and at this point, the fifth Xuan has to admire his open-mindedness.

He did not choose the first tribesmen, nor the children born to his own tribe, but chose the first adopted child to be his successor.

The boy was no longer the cowardly man he had been, but had grown strong under the tutelage of the big chief, the bravest and the most burly of the younger generation.

However, in the entire tribe, the most popular among young people is not him, but the third generation of witches, who are still innocent little girls.

The fifth mystery likes to pay attention to her the most, because she often sits in front of the fifth mystery and looks at the fifth mystery.

He prefers this one to the first two, and although the third generation of witches can't be said to be beautiful—primitive people have nothing to do with beauty—but at least it looks more pleasing to the eye than the first two.

Especially in the past few days, the third generation of witches finally picked up the mountain of stones that had piled up, and took out the stone spear that had been somewhat aged from the trunk, which made the fifth Xuan feel a lot more comfortable.

The life of the second generation of witches, the stone spear that he bought for his own hard work, finally no longer need to be buried.

It's not that the big boss hasn't studied this stone spear, but the stone he found is okay, and the wooden stick he found is not bad, but it is difficult for some strong people to let him tie the knot.

And he didn't dare to pull out the stone spear and disassemble it for study, so he didn't study the stone spear all these years.

However, he taught his knotting experience to the third generation of witches, which made the fifth Xuan very satisfied.

The knot on the stone spear was very tight at the beginning, but with the change of time, the rattan has long been boring, and the third generation of witches played for a while, and then untied the knot.

"Little girl, you must learn it. Fifth Xuan couldn't help but pray in his heart.

His knot is a bit complicated, he learned it when he was climbing, and he has long forgotten the name, but it is strong.

He had also wondered over the years whether he shouldn't have used this complicated knot in the first place, if it was simpler, maybe the big boss would have learned it, and the Fire Tribe might have used stone tools.

Stone tools, that was a whole era ahead of the club, and the other tribes he came into contact with were still using sticks.

If the Fire Tribe can master stone tools, can they make a living by robbing, no matter how bad it is, hunting is also good.

These men of the Fire Tribe, relying on thick sticks to beat rabbits, deer and other animals, have already made the Fifth Xuan feel incredible, if there are stone tools, it will definitely make the strength of the Fire Tribe go further.

In the fifth Xuan's prayer, the third generation of witches decisively ...... I gave up tying the knot and got up and ran to play.

"You unlucky child, are you worthy of the life paid by the second generation of witches? Are you worthy of the hard work I have paid? You unlucky child, why did the second generation of witches choose you in the first place?"

Fifth Xuan turned on the spit mode again, only in this way can he relieve the pain in his heart.

The hard work of a generation was ruined, and it didn't hurt for the cub to sell Yetian.

The entire tribe, except for the fifth Xuan, is not without others who are distressed, such as the big boss who has been paying attention to, and the boy who follows the big boss and is trained as the second generation leader.

"Why are the leaders so responsible, and the witches are so unreliable?" Fifth Xuan couldn't help but complain.

The little witch established the name of the tribe, Hiccup.

The second generation of witches made a god to give the fifth Xuan a chance to make a stone spear, but before the stone spear could play a role, he hiccuped.

The third generation of witches was stronger, and he and the second generation of witches worked hard to get out of the stone spear that could change the times as a toy, and ran away after playing.

"Why don't you burp?" Fifth Xuan couldn't help but curse.

Even if he watched the third generation of witches grow up day by day, even if he regarded this child as his own daughter, he would curse.

He must curse, he must be angry, he must ...... You must love this lovely, charming, and intelligent little girl who will become a great witch for a generation.

Oh my God, what did he see? He saw the third generation of witches running from a distance, and she was holding in her hand, holding aloft - a stone spear.

"Woo woo woo ......"

It hadn't been a long time since the big boss had let out such a cheerful cry, and he had exactly done what Fifth Xuan wanted to do.

That spin, that jump, that slip naturally.

"Stupid, stupid, I can't understand the stone spear after so many years of research, my little cutie will make one in minutes, you deserve to fall, why don't you fall to death if you are a big fool. ”

I don't know if it was out of jealousy that I couldn't celebrate, or because of the habitual curse that joy brought about it, Fifth Xuan cursed the big boss who fell.

"Spear. ”

The little girl raised the stone grass in her hand and spit out a clear Chinese character in her mouth.

"My grandfather, Grandma Earth, she can speak, and she still speaks in Chinese characters. ”

The sudden blow caught the Fifth Xuan off guard, and if he could move, he hated to let his stone pillar roll.

Roll hard, spin hard, long jump, he wants to close his eyes, he wants to fly, he wants to climax...... He was suddenly silent.

climax, this life has no chance with him.

This word has become a thorn in his life, and he hopes that it will never appear in front of him again, in his heart.

If given the opportunity to make a dictionary, he would rule out the word because it was not necessary to exist.

This is the totemic soul of the Fire Tribe, witnessing the birth of the Fire Tribe, witnessing the death of the little witch, the second generation of witches, and the decision made by the supreme being who created the spear with the second generation of witches and made the third generation of witchcraft spears successful.