"Wow, my treasure is ruined!" Huang Cai hugged the bamboo tube and cried and howled.

The dragon spirit stretched his neck to look, and saw that the bamboo tube was filled with a bucket of water, but now it had frozen into a lump of ice.

The water was blue and black, and it was already difficult to see the depths, and when it froze, the visibility was even lower, and it was impossible to see anything in the water.

"Wow, ah, the treasures that have been inherited by my electric mother witch clan for thousands of years are destroyed in my hands like this, how can I have the face to meet my ancestors!" Huang Cai desperately picked at the hard ice with his fingers, and cried in despair.

Long Jing didn't know how to comfort her, she was silent for a long time, and said softly: "Ah Cai, don't cry in a hurry, it's useless to cry." Maybe your treasure can still be saved, so let's hurry to the fire and try to melt the ice. ”

"Huh?" Huang Cai listened to his suggestion, was stunned for a moment, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he hurriedly stood up and said: "Yes, yes, you are right, if you melt the ice, there must be salvation." ”

She stumbled to the fire with the bamboo tube, carefully picked up the bamboo tube and approached the flame, and slowly roasted it.

The dragon spirit followed and looked over, and saw that the ice was very thick, and it couldn't get too close when roasting the fire, and the effect was very poor.

"I guess it's no show." He sighed secretly, didn't bother her anymore, and left her busy to go and see Baka Baka by herself.

The elite warrior was placing the dome very close to the fire, and he was running around to add firewood to the fire while turning the dome. It's a lot of fun.

The dragon spirit walked to the edge of the giant egg, and saw that the ice shell on it had melted, wet, and still steaming, and secretly said in his heart that it was not good, and when he touched it with his hand, the temperature was too high, and it was a little hot.

"I'm going, didn't I let you bake it and eat it, so you need to roast it like this? There's still someone in there! ”

The dragon spirit was very annoyed, scolded the brainless warrior, and hurriedly picked up the eggshell and moved it away.

The warrior was holding a branch in his hand and was stirring up a fire, and was scolded by the dragon, and subconsciously scratched his head with the tip of the firewood, and suddenly screamed hot.

He rubbed the burn vigorously, inhaled the cool air in his mouth, and said stupidly: "This is how the barbecue is roasted, otherwise how can it be cooked?" ”

The dragon spirit was speechless, glared at him angrily and said, "Don't you know that there are people inside? I told you to bake the ice on the eggs, not to cook them. ”

"That's it! Why didn't you say it earlier. The warrior came to his senses and said aggrievedly: "I have only roasted meat, and I have never seen anyone frozen, so I ......."

"Forget it." Unexpectedly, it was a bastard with a full head of mush, and the dragon spirit was too lazy to bother with him, so he waved his hand and said, "Put the egg in this position, don't move it again." ”

It is true that the people of the jungle have never seen freezing, are inexperienced, and are uneducated, and it is not surprising that a stupid person makes such a ridiculous mistake.

"Is there still no movement inside?" He asked, pointing to the eggshell.

The warrior shook his head and said, "It's been quiet, like a dead egg." I know, such eggs can't hatch birds, and I guess the people inside are ......."

“…… I didn't see that your IQ still has artistic cells. The dragon spirit glared at him, his brows furrowed, and he knocked on the eggshell again, but there was still no response, very disappointed.

"Roast it for a while, and remember not to bake it too hard." He settled down again.

The warrior nodded, "I see." However, there is little firewood in the cave, only a small pile seems to have been left for backup, and it won't be burned for long. ”

The dragon spirit stroked his forehead and said, "Then save some use and roast slowly." When the firewood runs out, things are almost over, and if you can't save it, it's useless to roast it for a long time. ”

He turned his head and saw the crowd on the other side who were rescuing Jia Lao, so he beckoned them over and placed Jia Lao by the fire, roasting and rubbing them.

Several warriors' hands had long been worn out on the armor, and they still endured the pain to massage the old pangolin, and his body was covered in blood.

"How can you massage it directly with your hands, can't you wrap your hands and rub them?" The dragon spirit couldn't help but say when he saw that several of them had wounds on their hands.

"Oh, yes! How did we not think of it? The people were stunned when they heard this, patting their heads and shouting.

They looked left and right, and when there was nothing to use, they untied their burlap aprons and wrapped them around their hands, and continued to massage their bare buttocks. With the protection on my hands, it is really much more comfortable.

"Why don't you use your brain? You are human beings, you know, human beings have established themselves in this world by their own wisdom. If all of humanity were as stupid as you, they would have perished a long time ago! ”

Long Jing reprimanded a few people, squatted beside Jia Lao and began to check his physical condition.

After vigorously rubbing by a few rough men, the ice on his body had melted, and the muscles under the nail plate were also soft, but I don't know if the internal organs were also frozen.

If the body is frozen, with the same witchcraft as black technology in this era, it can barely be saved, and once the internal organs are frozen, it is basically over.

The dragon spirit asked the others to continue rubbing, and he probed the old pangolin for a while, but found no signs of life.

"It's dead, my heart has stopped beating, and the old pangolin is dead."

The dragon spirit gave up the inspection and squatted aside to look at this half-human, half-beast monster, feeling very sorry in his heart.

Although Jia Lao had an unhappy relationship with himself when they first met, he never liked this monster whose brain was not quite right. But in this battle, the bravery, fearlessness and sacrificial spirit shown by Jia Lao really moved him, and made the dragon spirit respect him a little more.

This strange wizard who practices witchcraft and has amazing defensive power, an existence that ordinary people can't kill, just died so easily under the power unintentionally released by a low-level god, it's a pity to die, it's too wretched.

"Stop, he's dead."

The dragon spirit said to the busy warrior in a calm tone, and everyone was stunned, their expressions became heavy, and they slowly put away their hands.

The dragon spirit pressed a hand on the pangolin's heart, and said with a solemn expression: "If you are willing to believe in the dragon god again, I will inform the true dragon god so that he can receive your soul and never suffer again." ”

He muttered like a magic stick, but his heart was extremely solemn, without a hint of joke.

The living conditions of the indigenous people are harsh, and they are weak, and they may die at any time, so they will believe in powerful gods and hope to be protected by them.

This simple psychology can be said to be the spiritual pillar that supports them to survive in a cruel environment.

Although the dragon spirit does not respect ghosts and gods, it respects the customs of the indigenous people, and uses its own identity to hold a simple death ceremony for a fallen warrior.