Lu Si originally looked at Qinghui's serious look, and thought that Qinghui was thinking seriously about this issue.

After all, the issue of the blood clan involves the survival of human beings, like the situation before the blood clan, that kind of history.

It's only been a long time, and everyone's hearts are still palpitating.

After all, liberating humans from the hands of the Bloodline is the first step, and it will be a long time to drive out the other Bloodlines who are still oppressing humans from human society.

So now some very old people are still shocked by this kind of thing as the blood clan.

And as for Qinghui.

She is a saint herself, and her conflict is not between humans and her, but the relationship between the Temple of Prayer and the gradual expansion of the ambitions of the Temple.

In this case, even though the Temple of Prayer was now like this, he was still recognized as the most powerful place to deal with the Bloods.

Therefore, when you meet the Blood Clan, you should explain it to others.

But unfortunately, Qinghui's attention was not shared with the blood clan who had just left.

Instead, focus on the pork in front of you.

Lu Si: ......

Okay.

The Holy Maiden and the Temple of Prayer are so unreliable.

Let the people seek more blessings for themselves.

Then he stood up, "Do you want my help?" And to make a fire, do you need me to borrow something from the village below? ”

Qinghui looked sideways at him and pulled it out of his arms.

It's a flint.

If you're not mistaken, it feels like a flint that was taken straight from the orphanage's fireplace.

I don't know when she got it from.

Then Qinghui looked at him seriously, "Do you know how to use it?" ”

I'm sorry, but this thing is beyond the scope of the Spirit Sword's use, and I won't use it.

She just saw the nuns and teachers in the orphanage use it before, and thought it would be useful later, so she touched it.

Otherwise, this stone is black and not slippery, and it is not in line with the aesthetics of Lord Spirit Sword at all.

Not colorful at all.

Lu Si couldn't help but laugh, "I've seen it, but I haven't actually done it, but it shouldn't be too much of a problem." ”

Qinghui sighed, got this answer, and gave him the stone in his hand with satisfaction, and stood up himself, intending to dispose of the meat.

Lu Si took the flint and tried it, thought about it and then spoke, "Then I'll go find some dry firewood nearby, and by the way, see if there are any abandoned houses around." ”

Qinghui had already walked up to the horned pig.

Hearing this, he turned his head to look at him.

It's almost like writing all over your face whether you have a problem with your brain.

Seriously, being doubted by Qinghui about his IQ is still a wonderful feeling.

The little boy stood there innocently, holding the flint in his hand and did not move, watching Qinghui come over.

The blood stains on his face have not been wiped away, and he is a little soft and a little dangerous.

"I'll go with you."

Lu Si was a little confused, and he couldn't understand what Qinghui was thinking.

opened his mouth, "I, I can come by myself." ”

If he can't do this thing well, wouldn't he just come out with Qinghui to drag his feet?

Qinghui sighed, nodded, and still looked at him.

There was no intention of leaving him alone.

Lu Si looked at Qinghui's appearance and seemed to realize something.

"Can I know why you're coming with me?"