Zuanshan looked a little vicious, both his hair and eyebrows were slightly red, and there was a hideous scar on a face that stretched from his cheeks to his neck.

It was scratched by a jumping leopard, and during that hunt, I almost couldn't come back from the mountain.

It was the patriarch at that time, Yan Jiao, who rescued him.

The patriarch of each clan must be a warrior who takes the lead, and this is the price of his status as the supreme person of the whole clan.

Lin Xi actually likes this model.

Compared with the rulers of slave and feudal societies in later generations, the patriarch of the clan is undoubtedly more worthy of the name.

Not everyone is equal, if you want privileges, you want to be a wife and a son, and you have to fight and kill with real swords.

To tell the truth, even in today's increasingly indifferent and realistic interpersonal relationships, people still worship the strong.

Therefore, the brave and fierce, decisive and affectionate Huoyan Jiao has always been the idol of the mountain.

In the plot, he has always been very protective of the client, and sneers at the apostle of the god of fire.

For he hunted with the boy, he always shrank back when he was in danger, and when he was safe, he was more cheerful than anyone else, and he was a roe deer, and he had no real ability except for the things that would fire and the black lumps that would suddenly glow.

Although Diamond Mountain is very brave, the good tiger is difficult to defeat the wolves, and in the end he was also killed by the people of the Yanhu Department.

Zuanshan stepped into the room in two steps, his eyes burning with anger.

They went out hunting, and when they came back, they heard that Jun had been humiliated by the giant fangs, so they were so angry that they ran to the wise man's house to prepare for a lesson to the wolf-hearted little cub.

As a result, people seemed to know that he was going to find trouble, and even asked Giant Tooth to pretend to be sick, and in order to be realistic, even Wu invited him.

Drilling the mountain is naturally not good to say anything, looking at the little cub's pretending to be a little face whiter than the little girl named Qingxing in the Yanhu Department, he hummed and chirped in pain, and Zhuanshan turned his head and walked out of the courtyard of the wise man.

It's so special!

Lin Xi: No, he really hurts.

Drill the mountain with a breath of evil breath blocked in my heart and couldn't get out, and I felt like I was going to vomit blood.

He placed two roasted wild boar meat on the stone table: "After beating the flint lizard twice, he gave two pieces of meat, and I knew that one punch and one meat, I would have beaten a few more times." ”

The drill mountain urn said angrily.

Good guys!

Lin Xi's heart is warm, prehistoric humans are simple and interesting!

"Xiaojun, don't be afraid, if I dig into the mountains to eat, you and the gentleman will eat. Tell me what you need, don't go to that brute of Tooth. ”

As soon as he said this, Lin Xi's heart was moved, and he really had something to use him.

Lin Xi felt that his mud-broken house far away from the central area of the tribe would definitely not stop this night.

Zuanshan is also a warrior in the tribe, and with him as a protector for herself, she can operate on her leg with peace of mind.

If the time drags on for a long time, it is not good to be disabled.

"Zuanshan, you can help me guard at the door of my house tonight, I hurt the giant fang, I guess he won't be reconciled." Lin Xi said.

Drill Mountain naturally responded and decided not to leave.

Lin Xi said: "If you know that you are here, we will still suffer if they bring many people, you go home now, and then come quietly when it gets dark." ”

"Done." Zuanshan nodded: "I'm pretending to go looking for mulberry grass." ”

Lin Xi was a little embarrassed.

Prehistoric humans were good at everything, but they were too unrestrained in this aspect, whether it was for reproduction or venting, they could bring these things out and discuss them openly, whether they were men or women.

When the drill mountain went out, Lin Xi began to give tartary buckwheat special training before surgery.

Although tartary buckwheat is said to have been the royal wife of the tribe for more than ten years, it still needs to work.

Women usually go to the kiln factory to do chores or go to the tribe to gather and decompose the prey that the men have brought back, and to make fur and so on.

So when Lin Xi said that she wanted to stitch up the wound by herself, she was really surprised at first, and when she learned that Wu didn't treat her son well at all, Tartary Buckwheat's face darkened, and she agreed to Lin Xi's request.

In fact, Tartary Buckwheat was a bold and careful woman, who was only at a loss for a moment in the face of the gushing blood when Lin Xi first cut the wound, and then began to hand the prepared things to Lin Xi in an orderly manner according to Lin Xi's instructions in advance.

If it weren't for relying on mental power to be able to look inward, Lin Xi, a novice with no foundation, might not know what virtues he would achieve for his suture surgery.

Having given himself a local anesthesia in advance, Lin Xi quickly clicked a few acupuncture points around the wound to stop the bleeding, and then began to clean and disinfect.

Actually, these prehistoric humans are quite interesting.

Just as they could easily believe that Zuo Ting was really the Apostle of the God of Fire, Tartary was not a little surprised by the strange things that Lin Xi had come up with.

I don't know if it's because she often deals with those bloody beasts or because her identity is her son or because the women in the tribe are used to obeying men, in short, she looks very calm, and the words that Lin Xi prepared in advance are useless.

From the inside out, three layers of fine sewing are sewn together, and finally the surface of the skin is sutured.

During this period, there was a sound of "ping pong" fighting outside, but it did not affect the mother and son who were in full swing in the room.

Lin Xi looked up at tartary buckwheat, her face was solemn and solemn, as if she was completing an extremely sacred sacrifice.

Since Lin Xi is a raw hand, even if he has the mental power of this cheat, he still stitches it very slowly, and when he sews to the last layer, the anesthetic gradually begins to lose its effect.

Lin Xi gritted his teeth and stitched it together.

Seeing the beads of sweat the size of beans on his son's forehead rolling down, Tartary Tartary's eyes were full of distress, but he still didn't say a word.

Her memory is excellent, Lin Xi only said it a few times, and she handed Lin Xi almost exactly what she had never seen before, one by one in order.

It seems that it is not unreasonable for people to become the exclusive woman of the patriarch and the monarch of the tribe.

Seeing that the surface was stitched, tartary buckwheat handed over the disinfectant cotton wool again.

Lin Xi neatly disinfected and reduced inflammation, and then carefully bandaged the knife edge with sterilized gauze and bandages.

Call!

Lin Xi let out a sigh of relief, which can be regarded as complete.

Although the anesthetic effect of the wound disappeared and the pain became worse and worse, this level of pain was really pediatric for Lin Xi.

Finally completed the most difficult step, if you want to lead the tribe strong, you must be the patriarch. And every patriarch is the world, even if it is a hereditary position, if your performance is too poor, the wise man and the witch can still lead the clan to impeach you.

So the client must not be a cripple.

"Drill Mountain!" Seeing that there was no more movement outside for a long time, Lin Xi called Zhuanshan to come in.

The animal skin clothes on his body looked dirty, and there was a small abrasion on his left knee, but seeing his slightly red eyebrows raised proudly, Lin Xi knew that he must have won very beautifully.

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