Chapter VII

Han Nam walked through the tribe and saw Aoyamano familiarizing himself with the use of bows and arrows with everyone. Another group returned with fishing nets, large and small, and returned today with a full load.

As soon as everyone saw Han Nan, they greeted excitedly. Now the fish they catch in one day is comparable to the harvest they had in several days of hunting. And this is all because of Han Nam's invention of fishing nets.

"Nan, why is your face a little ugly?" Seeing Han Nan coming, Qingshan Ye asked.

"I guess I didn't rest yesterday. Han Nan waved his hand: "How is the bow and arrow practice?"

"In the past few days, everyone has made fifty bows, and there is no problem in wearing animal skins in thirty steps. It's just that it's the first time you use a bow and arrow, and the accuracy is still poor, but after a few more days of practice, there will definitely be an improvement. ”

"That's good, that's good......" Han Nan raised his head and looked at the sky, feeling that today's sun was more poisonous than usual. His feet were weak and his body was heavy. followed by a flower in front of him, and plunged into Qingshanye's arms.

"I seem to be sick......" was Han Nam's last thought before he fainted.

Han Nam is indeed sick. He inexplicably crossed into this primitive world, was almost burned to death on the first day, and was killed by the wizard again, and had a fierce collision with the green wolf two days ago. Frightened, Han Nan has survived until now, and it is not surprising that he fell ill.

He was lying on the dry grass, hot and babbling. Qingshan Ye stayed by his side, constantly helping him wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

"The wizard is here......"

With the shouts of Qingshan Flower, the wizard dressed in black animal skin walked into the crypt.

"Master Wizard, Uncle is sick, please save him. "Green Mountains.

"Sick, he's not sick, it's the god of fire punishing him. ”

"So what now?" the uncle looked very uncomfortable. ”

"The only way he can regain his health is to ask the god of fire for forgiveness. As he spoke, the wizard held a fire stick in his hand and wanted to press it towards Han Nam's forehead.

Qingshan Hua looked at the fire stick in the wizard's hand worriedly, her eyes flashing with worry.

"Stop!" Aoyama waved his hand and knocked the fire stick off the wizard's hand.

"What do you want to do?" the wizard felt his authority challenged.

"There were people in the clan who were sick before, and they were burned like this by you, and although some people were cured, many more died. Aoyama said on the side. Since Han Nam came to the tribe, it has greatly weakened the credibility of the wizard. Now even Qingshan Hua, a little girl, doesn't trust him very much.

"Hmph, if you don't trust me, why invite me, let the god of fire take his life. ”

The wizard snorted and left, smiling as soon as he stepped out of the crypt.

"It's better to be sick, it's better to be sick, it's better to die like this...... Ha ha. ”

In the crypt, Qingshan Hua and Qingshan Ye looked at Han Nan lying on the grass with worry, and they didn't know what to do for a while.

"Sister Ye, do you remember how my uncle treated my mother last time?"

"You mean...... Qingshanye's eyes lit up and said, "You go and bring water." ”

Aoyama Hua trotted out of the crypt and brought the water over in a short time.

Qingshanhua lay on the ground, soaked the animal skin, and wiped the beads of sweat off Han Nan's face with her soft little hands.

"Sister Ye, I want to help the uncle take off his clothes and wipe his body with water. Uncle did this last time. ”

"I ...... Am I coming?" Aoyama blushed at the thought of wiping a man's body.

"If Sister Ye can't do it, then I'll come, but my strength is too small, so I'm not as good as Sister Ye. ”

"That'...... All right. ”

Aoyama Ye hesitated, picked up Han Nan, and went to take off his clothes. Han Nan's heavy breathing snorted on her face, and Qingshanye's neck turned red.

Wetting the animal skin, Aoyamano gently wiped Han Nan's chest, his fingers touching his body, and Aoyamano's breathing intensified.

Han Nan, who was confused, felt that the pieces of coolness on his body were scattered. Where Aoyama's five fingers touched, he felt as if there were a few small insects crawling over, and an inexplicable heat spread out in his body.

"Water...... I want to drink water......"

"Ah, Uncle is really much better!" shouted Aoyama Hua from the side.

Aoyama Ye hurriedly filled some hot water with a clay bowl, she helped Han Nan up, let Han Nan's head rest on her chest, and sent the water to Han Nan's mouth.

“......”

The water entered Han Nam's mouth and flowed out on its own.

"He can't drink water, what now?"

"Sister Ye, you have to feed Uncle ...... in person"

"I'm already feeding ......"

"It's not like that, it's fed by mouth, that's how my mother fed me when I was a kid......"

"Uh, this ......"

"Uncle, I'm a patient now, if Sister Ye is embarrassed, then let me come. ”

"That'...... I'll do it anyway. ”

Aoyamano took a mouthful of hot water in his mouth and imprinted his lips on Han Nan's mouth.

In a daze, Han Nan felt a cool breath enter his mouth, followed by it, and felt a little warm.

Han Nan opened her eyes and saw Qingshanye's closed eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, with fine beads of sweat on them.

Han Nan immediately closed his eyes and pretended to be unconscious: "Water...... Water is not enough ......"

Aoyamano took another mouthful of hot water and crossed it into Han Nan's mouth. The first time she had such intimate contact with a man, her breathing accelerated again, and her heart pounded.

Aoyamano, who had all the muscles in his body tense, felt his teeth being pried open, and a reckless thing burrowed into his mouth.

Subconsciously, Aoyama Ye bit down hard and reached out to push Han Nan away.

"Hey...... Yo" Han Nam's head hit the ground.

"You...... Are you okay. The nervous Qingshan Ye asked with concern, but saw that although Han Nan had blood on his lips, he looked at him with a smile.

"Oh, uncle is so bad......" Aoyama Hua covered her eyes with her hands and strode out of the hole.

Aoyama Ye sat on the grass with a huff, his chest not heaving. She thought that Han Nan had been in a coma just now, so she was willing to do that, but she didn't expect Han Nan to wake up.

"This bastard ......"

Han Nan's hand quietly climbed to Qingshanye's palm and carefully hooked it twice.

Syllable!

Qingshan Ye waved his hand away, but he didn't dare to look back at Han Nan's eyes.

Undeterred, Han Nam attacked again, touching her fingers before gently holding her hand.

Aoyama Ye tried to struggle twice, but he didn't break free, so he let him hold it like this.

Han Nan took an inch, followed Aoyama's wrist, slowly climbed onto her shoulder, and then slid to Aoyama's waist casually.

"You ......" Aoyamano hurriedly stood up, glared at Han Nan with shame and anger, and hurriedly ran outside.

Seeing that Qingshan Ye was leaving, Han Nan hurriedly covered his head and said, "It hurts...... It hurts......"

Aoyama glanced back and saw him lying there with a wicked smile on his face.

"Bastard!"

Looking at the back of Qingshan Ye leaving, Han Nan suddenly felt refreshed, and most of the illness on his body was unconsciously cured. I felt that this backward primitive tribe had a reason to stay.