I am a Primitive Man

　　 Seeing that the son of God was drooling at the pheasant, Tietou felt that his tribe could eat chicken at noon today.

　　 This pheasant has a rather irritable personality. It is not honest when he is holding it in his hand. It flutters its wings from time to time, and sometimes tilts its head to wait for an opportunity to peck the iron head, but the iron head dodges it.

　　I thought it was annoying, so he wanted to kill this guy. Anyway, he would eat it at noon.

　　 "Oh oh!"

　　 Tietou suddenly let out a scream, covering his crotch with one hand, arching his waist and jumping on the ground.

This was not to discover that he had an attempt to kill a chicken, and that Han Shenzi, who was thinking about eating eggs, was furious with him using the widely spread trick monkey to steal peaches, but the opening of his leather skirt, Somehow it turned to the front, and something like a soybean bug was exposed.

　　 The pheasant who felt the killing intent decided to die with this special chicken. Taking the opportunity, the chicken came and took a bite...

　　 "Stop, stop. Don't kill it!"

　　 Seeing this sudden scene, Han Shenzi waking up from the egg was first taken aback, and then couldn't help laughing.

　　 Seeing that the angry iron head resisted the pain and wanted to kill the pheasant who likes to eat the peas, he quickly stopped.

　　 The **** child opened his mouth, and Tietou naturally couldn't avenge his brother anymore. Seeing this guy tilted his head and looked at him, he quickly stretched his arms to keep it away from him.

　　 Ruhua pulled her short leather skirt aside, and after confirming that nothing was exposed, she took the pheasant that had bullied her spouse from Iron Head.

　　 Seeing this guy tilting his head and aiming at the flowery skirt, Han Cheng almost couldn't help but laugh...

Under Han Cheng's gesture, Ruhua caught the fierce pheasant's wing roots, and broke its head back and circled it with his thumb. This kind of guy who always wanted to make a trick is impossible. Up.

　　 Of course, he deliberately asked like a flower, not to press too hard, lest the pheasant suffocated and died.

　　 A group of people from the Qingque tribe walked towards the tribe with joy of harvest.

　　 Of course, this cheerful person has to throw away the iron head that is walking in a weird posture.

　　 The injury of the iron head Han Cheng took a look, only the outer skin was injured, and the key parts inside were well protected, and it would be better after a few days, no major problem.

　　 But he has to stop for a while...

　　The big brother who was laying tiles on the roof, saw the people coming back, his eyes widened.

　　 Witch’s two hands each carried a fat rabbit with its legs tied up, a pheasant in the flowery hand, and a fox on the shoulder of the other.

Big Brother 　　 used to take people from the tribe to go hunting. A group of people is busy for a day, and often there are not as many preys!

　　 Now the **** son and the others just went out in less than one morning and brought back so many prey, and among the ten people, there were two young **** sons and old witches who could not hunt.

　　This...what a miracle!

　　 He thought with such excitement, remembering the thing that God took people out with the rope yesterday, and he became a little confused.

　　Didn’t the gods say to catch rabbits? Why did you catch the pheasant and the fox?

　　 "click"

　　 There was a sound, and the excited big brother dropped the tiles in his hand and came to the edge of the roof. Without stepping on the shelf, he jumped straight down.

　　 "Son of God. Witch"

　　 He came to Han Cheng and Wu and asked eagerly, eager to know what was going on.

　　The working people saw that the big brother who was the leader had stopped working, so they all put down the tools in their hands one after another, gathered around here, and shared the joy of this harvest together.

　　 Among them, besides the big brother, the leader of the original pig tribe, Shang, stood the most forward.

　　 He suffered heavy losses because of food. He has always been very concerned about food. Now that he has brought back so many prey after seeing the gods and others, he naturally wants to know how to do it.

　　 "The Son of God!"

　　 "The Son of God!"

　　 After Wu told the people about the miraculous thing, and lifted the rope and the rabbit high, the people in the tribe burst into thunderous cheers again.

　　 The rope is very common in the tribe. After a little modification, it can be caught in the wild overnight, and there are a lot of them. This is really a miracle!

Under the suggestion of the witch who walked happily and somewhat swaying, all activities of the Qingque tribe were temporarily stopped. He would lead the tribe to hold a sacrifice to the gods, and at the same time, to thank the gods for the Qing The love of the bird tribe.

　　 The raging flame burned, and the heat wave was pressing.

　　 Of course the fire in the summer is hot, and Han Cheng standing on the edge of the totem pole is already sweating.

Before the sacrifice, Han Cheng told Wu that he wanted to cancel the flame, but Wu shook his head and refused, saying that it was passed down by the previous Wu ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ There must be fire during the sacrifice. .

　　 Han Cheng thinks about it, and feels that without the flames, the mystery and ritual sense of the sacrifice are almost reduced by half, so there is no more words.

　　 So I got the sweat now.

　　 Han Cheng can also understand that there is flame as the company of sacrifice.

　　 After all, the appearance of flames rescued mankind from the age of drinking blood, and it is an extremely important part of the history of human evolution.

　　In this era of universal worship of nature, it is normal for people to fear and worship flames.

　　 Every time when it came to the sacrifice, the witch’s physical fitness would become extremely good. Han Cheng stood still here and sweated all over, feeling tired and panicked.

　　 Witch, but with a feather crest holding a bone stick and jumping and jumping, passion is so powerful, there is no trace of oldness.

　　 It seems that it will not be a problem to live for another ten years.

　　 "God!"

Wu finally stopped his dance and came to the totem pole with hares, pheasants, foxes, and bunny sets. He respectfully saluted the totem poles, praising the gods, and then saluted Han Cheng and praised the son of God. , The others in the tribe followed.

　　 The pheasants and rabbits placed here as sacrifices looked at this solemn scene in horror...

　　 The thing that frightened the fierce pheasant was still behind. After he came down from the sacrificial stage alive, the leading, fierce little monkey held a burning stick in one hand, and pulled his wings in the other and burned it with fire.

　　 After panicking, the fierce pheasant thought about the little bug that was facing the little monkey, but he tilted his head and looked at it for a long time but couldn’t find it...

　　 Han Cheng, who is burning pheasant wings with hairy, didn’t know, his fart impermeable leather pants unknowingly protected him again...