I am a primitive

Shenzi opened his mouth, and Tietou naturally had no way to avenge his brother. Seeing this guy tilting his head and looking at him again, he quickly stretched out his arms to keep him away from him.

Ruhua pulled her short leather skirt aside to make sure nothing was exposed, then took the pheasant who had bullied her spouse from Tietou's hand.

Seeing this guy tilting his head and aiming at Ruhua's short skirt, Han Cheng almost couldn't hold back his laughter...

Under Han Cheng's signal, Ruhua grabbed the base of the ferocious pheasant's wings, and bent its head back, wrapping it around with her thumbs, so that this guy who always wants to play dirty tricks can't do anything wrong up.

Of course, he specifically asked Ruhua not to press too hard, lest the pheasant suffocate to death.

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

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

Han Cheng took a look at the iron head's injury. It only hurt the outer skin, and the key parts inside were well protected. It will heal in a few days, and there is no serious problem.

But he has to stop for a few days...

The elder brother who was laying tiles on the roof couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw the people who came back.

In each of Wu's two hands, he carried a fat rabbit with its legs bound, Ruhua carried a pheasant in his hand, and the other had a fox on his shoulder.

Eldest brother used to take the people in the tribe out to hunt. A group of people worked hard all day, and often the prey they hunted was not as much as this!

Now Shenzi and the others only went out for less than a morning, and they brought back so many prey, and among the ten people there were two people who couldn't hunt, the young Shenzi and the old witch.

This...is a miracle!

He was thinking so excitedly, remembering the incident yesterday when God took people out with a rope, he became a little puzzled again.

Didn't the Son of God say he wanted to catch the rabbit?Why are the pheasants and foxes brought back?

"Click"

There was a sound, and the excited elder brother threw away the tile in his hand, came to the edge of the roof, and jumped off without even stepping on the shelf.

"Son of God. Witch"

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

When the laborers saw that the elder brother who was the leader quit, they all put down the tools in their hands and gathered around here to share the joy of harvest.

Among them, apart from the eldest brother, Shang, the leader of the Yuanzhu tribe, stood at the front.

He was seriously injured because of food, and he has always been very concerned about food. Now that Shenzi and others brought back so many prey in a short time, he naturally wanted to know how they did it.

"Son of God!"

"Son of God!"

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

The ropes that are very common in the tribe, after a little modification, can catch prey in the wild overnight, and there are a lot of them. This is really a miracle!

At the suggestion of Wu, who was so happy that he walked with some wobbles, all the activities of the Qingque tribe were temporarily suspended. He would lead the tribe to hold a sacrifice, dedicating these to the gods, and at the same time thanking the gods for their kindness to Qingque. The love of the sparrow tribe.

The raging flames were burning, and the heat wave was pressing.

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

Before the sacrifice started, Han Cheng told the witch that he wanted to cancel the flame, but the witch shook his head and refused, saying that it was passed down by the previous witch, and that there must be fire during the sacrifice.

Han Cheng thought about it, and felt that without the flame, the mystery and sense of ritual of the sacrifice would be reduced by almost half, so he stopped talking.

So there is now a sweat.

Han Cheng can also understand the companionship of flames during sacrifices.

After all, the appearance of flames saved human beings from the era of ruthlessness and drinking blood, which is an extremely important part in the history of human evolution.

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

Every time it was time for the sacrifice, Wu's physical fitness would become extremely good. Standing here, Han Cheng was sweating all over, feeling tired and flustered.

But Wu, wearing a feather crown and holding a bone staff, jumped up and down, full of passion, without the slightest sign of oldness.

It seems that it is not a problem to live another ten years or so.

"God!"

Wu finally stopped his dance and came to the totem poles with hares, pheasants, foxes, and rabbit sets. He respectfully saluted the totem poles, praising the gods, and then saluted Han Cheng, praising the Son of God. , the rest of the tribe followed suit.

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

What frightened the ferocious pheasant was yet to come. After coming down from the sacrificial altar alive, the leading and ferocious little monkey held a burning stick in one hand and burned his own wings with fire in the other.

While panicking, the ferocious pheasant thought of attacking the little monkey's worms, but he tilted his head and looked for a long time, but he couldn't find it...

Han Cheng, who was so focused on burning the feathers on the wings of pheasants, didn't know that his fart-tight leather pants unknowingly protected him again...

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An unpleasant smell of burning chicken feathers lingered in the Qingque tribe, and it lingered for a long time. (The smell of burning hair is also the same)

Under Han Cheng's handwriting, that ferocious pheasant that looked like it was in the past has changed a lot.

Well, it can be described as disfigured.

The relatively hard feathers on the two wings that could fly for a short time with the help of them have all disappeared at this time, and only one root is left after being burned.

The fleshy skin on the wings is exposed. With these two fleshy wings without feathers, the flying skills of the pheasant are not very good. It would be strange if it could spread its wings and fly away.

Not only did the two wings become bald, but even most of the buttocks were exposed.

This is not because Han Shenzi did something to it, but when he used the fire to burn his wings, the stick on fire was too thick to control, and this fierce pheasant had been resisting all the time, so its Half of the ass is exposed.

This is an accidental injury...

The miserable-looking pheasant, which seemed to be shrunk by almost one-third, saw that ferocious little monkey walking towards him, fluttered its hairless wings in fright, and moved its two strong chicken legs towards it in a panic. He ran wildly in the opposite direction, afraid that this little monkey would do something indescribable to him again.

It's just that one of its feet was still tied by the rope, and it didn't run very far before it was pulled and fell to the ground. That leg was pulled behind and was raised high, and it was still thumping forward. struggle.

Han Cheng sniffled, mother, is he so scary?

Coming here to give you a 'prison meal' scares you so much, where is the bravery of the iron head before?

Han Cheng put down the pottery bowl in his hand, and then stayed away from here, giving the bald pheasant a relatively quiet space to calm down.