It rained for three days.

During these three days, Bai Ling returned to the old days of eating raw meat.

The firewood was wet, there was not much dry firewood, and the little female cooked the meat in a small stone pot alone.

For the first time, Bai Ling knew that the wet wood could not be lit. When he put the wet wood into the stove, he almost extinguished the fire, Mo Fei quickly stopped him, she took out the wet wood and shook her head: "Wet, it can't be burned, it will be extinguished." Then he took the wood that had not been wet, and said, "Dry, you can burn it." At that moment, Bai Ling was very annoyed by his ignorance, so much wood was not brought into the shed, almost causing the little female to eat cooked meat.

Because it has been raining, Bai Ling has not gone out, the black beast he fought is very large, and Mo Fei has eaten less, which is enough for him to eat for a few days.

Most of the time, they stay in caves.

Nothing to do, Mo Fei taught Bai Ling to make animal skin bags.

Fur bags are not difficult, and they are much simpler than making clothes. Mo Fei pointed, and Bai Ling made all kinds of bags, large and small, including bags, shoulder bags, and backpacks.

Watch the little female put all the animal skins into several large animal skin bags, put the needle and thread into the special small leather bags, and put the useless animal skin bags together.

Bai Ling suddenly felt uneasy, feeling that the little female was leaving.

Mo Fei sorted out his things, sat in front of Bai Ling, looked at Bai Ling and said, "Bai Ling, when the rain stops, let's leave here and go to a place where there are people, such as your village." ”

Bai Ling didn't fully understand, but she understood what the little female meant, and she was leaving.

Is she going to leave after all? She didn't want to live here with the two of them. Yes, how could such a beautiful and intelligent female be willing to live with him as a male far away from the tribe?

It is good to leave, to go to the tribe, the little female will be cared for by more males, and she will definitely be very happy.

He was only temporarily protecting her and taking care of her, and he was ready for her to leave, wasn't he?

"Bai Ling." Murphy awakens the contemplative White Spirit.

Bai Ling nodded and said, "Okay." He stood up.

Mo Fei felt that Bai Ling was a little unhappy, she could understand that Bai Ling had lived in this mountain for a long time, and he might be a little reluctant.

To be honest, Murphy was also a little reluctant, their cave, kitchen, life had just gotten better. However, for the sake of a better life, it is necessary to leave while the climate is not cold.

Seeing Bai Ling standing at the entrance of the cave and looking outside, her back was a little lonely, for some reason, she couldn't bear it, so she walked up to him and said, "Bai Ling, are you unhappy?" ”

Bai Ling didn't look at her, he still looked outside, he didn't want to tell her, he was unhappy.

"Bai Ling." Murphy hugged his arm.

Only then did Bai Ling look sideways at the little female who was only up to his shoulder, and seeing that her face was a little uneasy, he couldn't bear it after all, and hummed softly.

Mo Fei leaned his head on him and said, "The stone pot, we will make it later, and we will build the shed later." ”

"Okay." I'm afraid that in the future, you will have a lot of males around you who do these things for you. When she got to where she wanted to go, he would return to his tribe, teach what he had learned to the tribe people, and then come back to live here.

He wasn't going to take her back to the tribe, and it might be better for her to live in a small tribe in the middle of nowhere, far from the big tribe. When he taught what she knew to more people, she wouldn't be so noticeable, and no one would know that she was from another world. He decided to give her a new identity, that of the female of the White Peacock Clan, whose mother had been wiped out in a natural disaster. The white peacock clan is more mysterious and does not socialize with other beast clans, and it is said that the females of the white peacock clan are the whitest and best-looking.

"Bai Ling." Mo Fei called softly, she always felt that today's Bai Ling was a little deep, which made her uneasy.

Bai Ling stretched out his other hand and took Mo Fei into his arms. In his heart, he is actually reluctant to have a little female, and in the future, there will be many males around her, and he may not have the opportunity to be alone with her.

Mo Fei drilled into Bai Ling's arms, he had hugged her so many times, why did he feel a little different today? She wanted him to hug her more, and she liked his firm and warm chest, so that he felt safe.

Cuckoo! Murphy's stomach growled.

Mo Fei was a little embarrassed, and Bai Ling chuckled. I took the umbrella, held the little female in one hand and held the umbrella in the other, and walked to the kitchen.

Let the little female sit down, and he will go to light the fire in the small stone stove.

Mo Fei watched Bai Ling busy working, such a capable and considerate demon man, she didn't want to let go, could she fall in love across races? She's kind of in love. When she arrives in the village, if Bai Ling has no other women around her, Bai Ling has no other women in her heart, she wants to try interracial love.

The rain was still pouring down, but fortunately the wind was not strong, otherwise, the roof would be worrisome.

Bai Ling cooked the meat, brought the small stone pot, and brought the dishes and chopsticks.

Mo Fei wanted Bai Ling to eat with him, but Bai Ling shook his head and went to the side to eat raw meat. Knowing that the little female doesn't like raw meat, he eats it with his back to her.

By evening, the rain had finally stopped. It's definitely too late to leave today.

At night, the two lay side by side on animal skins at a distance, and both of them had some insomnia.

Mo Fei said: "Bai Ling, let me sing to you." She hummed softly "Evening on the outskirts of Moscow".

Bai Ling listened quietly, and the little female said that this was called singing, and she sang better than she spoke.

Singing and listening to the song, the two finally fell asleep.

The next day, the sun finally came out again. After washing and eating the breakfast fruit, Mo Fei took the animal skin bag and filled all the utensils that could be filled. She knew Bai Ling's strength, that was the person who could carry an elephant. Small wooden barrels, small stone pots, dishes, chopsticks and so on are all loaded.

Looking at the many bags of animal skins, Mo Fei was a little dumbfounded, although Bai Ling had strength, he didn't have enough hands.

With an idea, she thought of the flat dan.

Mo Fei asked Bai Ling to take her around, but she didn't go into the forest, the trees in the forest were too big, and even the branches were very big. Instead, the trees in the weeds are smaller.

Finding a small tree that was not big but very straight, Mo Fei asked Bai Ling to cut it down with his finger blade and cut it into a wooden stick of about two meters and take it back.

Try to hang the large and small animal skin bags on the wooden sticks, let Bai Ling pick it up, and it feels okay. Make a little bit of a small block in the place where the bag is hung, so that the animal skin bag is not easy to move. A few more animal belts were cut, and the animal skin bags on both sides of the flat shoulder were simply reinforced.

Bai Ling felt amazing that so many things could be hung on such a simple piece of wood. The little female always had some strange but very good ideas, and with her, he always felt that he was not smart enough and had no power.

Mo Fei told Bai Ling that if the wood is made like this, it is not called wood, it is called a flat burden, and the act of hanging things on the flat burden is called carrying the burden.

Bai Ling remembered: "Flat shoulder, carry the burden." "It's interesting, originally because of the sadness of leaving, because of the burden of the matter diluted.

The two finally set off, Bai Ling walked in front with a bag full of animal skins, and Mo Fei walked behind Bai Ling with a satchel and an umbrella. She looked back at the cave where she had lived, and the two straw hats were still hanging from the straw door. In the simple covered kitchen, the tables and chairs are still there, and a few stone stoves are still there. A strange feeling suddenly welled up in her heart, goodbye, my first home.

Bai Ling also paused and looked back, this was a place where he used to hunt, just like his other hunting quarters. However, when the little female came, this became the most special place to live, and many memories of him and the little female were left here. Even if the little female forgot about it later, he would come to see it once in a while, even if there was no one at that time.

Looking at Bai Ling, who was carrying the burden in front of him, and then looking at himself, Mo Fei couldn't help but smile. How can she have the feeling of being a person in Journey to the West, Bai Ling is like a sand monk, of course, countless times more handsome than a sand monk. She is a bit like Sun Wukong, but unfortunately she doesn't have a golden hoop stick, only a long umbrella, and she won't change seventy-two.