In the primitive world, the sky feels exceptionally bright, and being able to sleep in the afternoon is like being in heaven.

In this precarious world, everyone's spirit is tense, and even when they hear the slightest shout while sleeping, they will automatically jump out of bed, grab their weapons and rush out of the house.

Even in the middle of the night, because of the black tiger, they couldn't bear to be lonely in the cage and roared to the sky, and the whole tribe jumped for a while.

What! The beast's cry was so close? How dare the bastards standing guard outside let them sneak in?

In an instant, the torches of the entire village were red, and many warriors rushed out with weapons before they had time to dress, and one after another roared one after another, passing on their tribe's own language to each other. When everything was calm and it was safe to do so, everyone gathered in the middle of the square, staring at the food reserves in the cage in mid-air.

The tiger demon wants to cry without tears, it's really not his own roar, you have to listen to my explanation!

I was locked up and low-key beast, where did I dare to show off my sense of existence. The culprit of all this is that kid, you see he still pretended to be in a daze and didn't wake up, and he was the one who just roared!

However, he had to turn all his grievances into tears, and the dignified tiger demon cried sadly. Isn't it just that I fooled that kid the night before yesterday and found myself an insurance policy for the time being. Who knew that this kid came to the door the next day to theorize, saying that since he knew that he couldn't get out, why didn't he say it earlier, and loudly accused himself of not being honest enough to fool them. Isn't it easy for Lao Tzu? Isn't it just trying to find an ally for himself temporarily, and besides, this idea is not his own.

The tiger demon cried heartbreakingly, the big demon of the dignified Sunset Mountain Range, was arrested here and became people's reserve food, not to mention, and that hateful boy, on the day he got out of trouble, he came to himself arrogantly and pointed at himself and others to scold, Lao Tzu is a demon beast in the Jindan period, and others have to walk around when they see it, and they just scolded a few words viciously, threatening both sides to swear, dare to disobey it...... Anyway, I spoke a little heavier.

Who knew that the revenge would come so quickly, and he directly pitted himself so ruthlessly that night.

Seeing that he and a group of old friends are about to be put into the pot, the last savior he wants to see is finally here. forced his gang to swear to sign a series of unequal treaties, and almost sold himself into slavery before finally letting the kid save himself. I feel sorry for my people, we won't revenge it, and stay away from this kid in the future.

At noon on the sun, Shui Mo took a nap comfortably, completely ignoring the resentful eyes from above, his safety in the Sunset Mountains was guaranteed in the future, as long as these people went out, he would be able to walk sideways there in the future. Thinking about such a dangerous mountain forest, even their uncles are not necessarily willing to travel there, but as long as they are willing, the territory of the tiger demon and the friends above can be used as a back garden, and it is exciting to think about it.

It's been two days since I came here, and the fairy in the painting is not good to fool, accompany me to eat, drink and chat, and I have become a three-escort, but I am willing to let myself and others leave.

He's a mad scientist and an otaku, and the only time he walks out of the house is the nightly bonfire show, leading the crazy dance around the fire, and muttering gibberish words.

A pebble was thrown on himself, hated, rolled over and continued to sleep.

Not long after, another stone was thrown up, this time with a little more force, Shui Mo got up angry, sat up, and found someone who didn't open his eyes to wake him to sleep.

Miron beckoned to him in the distance, motioning for himself to whisper.

Won't you come over if you want to wake yourself up?

Ink shook his head, and suddenly saw that at the foot of the tree not far from him, the old man with his hair was also dozing, that is, the fairy in the painting, was also sleeping.

Try not to disturb each other, ink up and walk over. Turn a corner, well, everybody's here.

What's up?

Didn't you go out hunting?

Why did you come back so soon?

Mo Qian and the others also sighed, who said that the ancients relied on brute force to hunt, and today I went out with them, picked up a few prey on a few traps, and came back early.

When I came back and saw the fairy and him sleeping in the painting, several people thought about it, and prepared something to wake up the ink and bring it over, and when the fairy in the painting woke up, I had a good taste.

Not bad! Do you know how to stammer?

Shui Mo couldn't help but look at them, when he was in Tianyang City, he saw that their faces were paralyzed, thinking that they were just wood, and now he would prepare afternoon tea and wait for others to wake up and serve others.

But what do you mean by letting me go over, won't I be? Ink clasped his hands on his chest, stood on tiptoe, and couldn't help shaking.

Eh, the other four people have a headache when they see this posture, if we have a relationship with you and him half as good as you and let you go?

The four of them tried their best to squeeze out smiling faces, especially Mo Yong, who came behind Shui Mo and massaged his shoulders, and the others also tried their best to curry favor.

Shui Mo picked up the prepared food and tasted it, and the bazaar lowered his mouth, which was normal and not very good. "If you have this energy, you might as well catch some strange flowers and plants, poisonous insects and beasts, preferably different species in the wilderness and the like, you must know that the old man likes this bite!"

"You are the one who likes this bite!" A few people still said quietly, this kid is a freak, and he likes to eat this thing.

Ink and wash shouted at them a few times without care, and the whole body cultivation was released, and the foundation was steadily in the middle stage!

This kid just broke through a few days ago!

"Do you want to know the trick?

Everyone nodded, eager to do so.

"First!" Shui Mo held up a finger, "The main thing is that he has good talent, excellent roots and bones, and his cultivation is twice the result with half the effort!"

Several people gritted their teeth, nodded, and motioned to skip and say the following.

"Second, it is natural to cultivate hard, you must know that no matter how talented a person is, he will have to work hard to cultivate, sail against the current, and if he doesn't advance, he will retreat!"

Mo Yong's action of pinching his shoulders is a little bigger, continue!

"Third, of course, it's to take the heavenly treasure, that is, the things that were eaten and spit out by you that day, I guess I absorbed a little bit before I spit it out, didn't I feel that my cultivation was faster?"

After the ink finished speaking, several people retched again, looked at each other, and confirmed, but ...... The thought of that scene made me retch again.

In the eyes of many people, it is a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum and a 10,000-year-old ginseng, and they rarely realize that it is not a plant that is also a treasure.

"It's really stupid to say that you are stupid, people cook in a pot, and you don't have to eat meat, it's always okay to drink some soup, you must know that the essence is in the soup!"

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The four of them stood up and looked at each other, and it was still bearable to drink the soup with their eyes closed, as long as they didn't want to be there.

Seeing that the four of them stood up to leave, Shui Mo kept them in a loud voice, "I can sell you another piece of news, but one person is a favor." ”

A group of people have very unkind eyes, we are a gang, is it necessary to be so snobbish? Especially Yang Rong, Lao Tzu's last favor has not been repaid, and now he owes it again?

Gritting their teeth and enduring it, the four of them nodded together, glaring at the ink, and the ink attacked it in groups without saying anything useful.

Shui Mo didn't care at all, picked up a piece of food and threw it into his mouth: "You haven't found out that people here don't know how to cultivate spiritual energy?"

What if you know?

Shui Mo almost threw the things in his hand over and smashed them: "If you know, go and check, the cultivation system of the ancient ancestors, just by relying on the flesh, you can single out the demon beasts of the Jindan period and learn it, the biggest treasure here is this!"

When several people heard this, their fists clenched, and they were very excited, especially Yang Rong, this guy is completely a hard worker, and at this moment he seems to have reappeared in the second spring of his life, and his whole body is full of fighting spirit.

Watching a group of people walk away, Ink went back with his things, looking for it carefully, he searched for a long time without results, and he had to pull a few coolies, otherwise who would take advantage of outsiders?

I don't know when this master will wake up? Shui Mo returned to the same place with the food, looking at the fairy in the painting who was sleeping next to the tree, could it be that he had changed him, how could it be!

While eating snacks, I thought about my thoughts, and by the time the fairy woke up, it was already in the west.

People rubbed their eyes, shook their heads and stood up, and left without making a sound, without saying a word on the way.

Could it be that he found out about eating all the dim sum? Ink was very surprised, saying that if he wanted to know, he would have jumped up and grabbed it with himself in the middle of the game, so it was necessary to eat it all right now and then settle the account?

"That, senior, is there something?" Shui Mo tried his best to make a kind look, but people ignored him at all, and pulled him forward with a calm face.

A dark stone house. It was just cleaned up yesterday, and now it's a mess again. The fairy in the painting doesn't have any neat concept at all, as if to say, chaos is my style, and other people should not mess with my things casually. Declare that this is his territory, and others should not move around.

Ink didn't know how to get his feet, and he watched him tinker for a long time, and finally prepared something in a small plate, beckoning Ink to sit down.

Ink looked around, found something sturdy to cushion his buttocks, and sat down. In the painting, the fairy comes to the ink with the contents of the plate.

It's not like I'm going to let myself eat this, I'm not an experiment, a guinea pig or something.

"Don't move!" said the person opposite Senmi in the painting, who was very dissatisfied with the dodging and dodging.

When the ink and wash were trembling and trying not to dodge, he reached out and scooped up a little of the things on the plate, and wiped it on the ink face at once.

This is a bad dad!

It's okay to turn into this ghost yourself, how can you be interested in making yourself dress up like this, isn't this a pit for yourself?

The things on the face make the ink very awkward, and I feel that my skin is damaged, will it ruin my handsome face?

Just when Ink was hesitating to escape, the fairy in the painting spoke: "Little guy, have you ever heard of 'Wu'?"