I am a primitive

"The Qingque Tribe hugs each other~"

"I wish the tribe well ~ the tribe is good~"

……

The night gradually deepened. Looking at the cheerful scene in the tribe, and thinking about Wu, Bai Xuemei, his own children who were far away in the main tribe, and everyone in the Tongshan residential area and the Qinling sub-district, Han Cheng had a lot of feelings in his heart. Emotions are surging.

Recalling the experience of watching the Spring Festival Gala many times, Han Cheng finally couldn't help it, and sang this song that many people in the future are familiar with.

But when singing, he automatically changed some lyrics.

Han Cheng's singing was not loud, covered by the sound of gongs and drums, and the cheers of everyone in the tribe.

But gradually, his voice was highlighted.

This is because the people around him consciously closed their mouths after discovering that Shenzi was singing, and stopped his movements. At the same time, they whispered or pulled the sleeves of the people around him to remind him.

Under such an operation, after a while, the entire square became quiet, only Han Cheng's singing echoed.

The people around listened carefully to Han Cheng's singing.

Many people were amazed for a while.

Such a beautiful melody is really attractive!

After hearing clearly what the lyrics were singing, everyone in the tribe felt more than just amazed.

Many people think of many things from this lyrics, and the little touches in life come to mind at this time.

Especially after recalling that the tribe has become stronger day by day, and the life in the tribe has improved day by day, these people's hearts are even more emotional and moved!

The tribe is getting stronger and better, and they feel happier living in this tribe!

"Unforgettable tonight, unforgettable tonight~"

"No matter the end of the world or the corner of the sea~"

"The Qingque Tribe hugs each other~"

"I wish the tribe a good tribe~"

……

After listening for a while, someone couldn't help singing along with Han Cheng in a low voice.

After a while, more people joined the ranks.

The small voices gathered together to form a voice, which rang out in the night and drifted into the distance, containing deep feelings and deep blessings...

Here in the main tribe, Wu, Bai Xuemei, Shitou, Heiwa and others all looked south. On this special day, they missed the Son of God who worked hard for the tribe far away, and more people in their own tribe...

In a leeward corner, there were several piles of bonfires burning, and some people leaned against the fire and nestled here.

Many people's faces were full of surprise and uncertainty.

Some people couldn't help looking in one direction, which was the direction where the Jinguan City of the Qingque tribe was located...

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The dark night gradually turned bright, and when it was still dark, the leader of the Liya tribe got up.

Many people from the tribe also got up together.

This is not because the leader of the Liya tribe and everyone in the Liya tribe are in good spirits and not sleepy, but because the weather is too cold and they can't sleep at night.

Even though they had worked hard to find the leeward place, and covered their bodies with wild animal fur, the cold still inevitably penetrated into their bodies.

They got up, but one person couldn't get up again.

The dead man was injured. Before that, he seemed to be getting better, and everyone in the tribe was very happy about it.

But he didn't expect that he still couldn't survive in the end.

Someone in the tribe died, but the people of the Liya tribe didn't feel too much sadness.

They are still the same as before, doing what they have to do.

Someone adds firewood and cooks, and the smell of the food spreads far away.

Because of this person's death, the food of the Liya tribe has improved a lot.

It's not that the people of the Liya tribe are too heartless, it's that too many people have died in their tribe these days, and they have experienced too many deaths.

In the beginning, they would be overwhelmed by the death of the tribesmen and burn them with fire.

But later, with more experience, the people in the tribe gradually became numb.

The harsh living conditions made them ignore all the sorrows.

Moreover, in the end, after the proposal of the leader of the Liya tribe, everyone in the tribe agreed collectively.

In the future, if there are any dead people in the tribe, they will not be burned as before, but will be used to satisfy their hunger.

No matter who died, they were dealt with in this way, even the leader of the Liya tribe himself.

There is no way to do this.

If there is a way, no one will do it, after all, they are not perverts.

In today's situation, the people of the Liya tribe have no other ideas, and it is impossible to have other ideas and methods.

You can only do your best to survive.

It's not about morality, it's not about anything else, it's about life...

"@#￥@@#D!"

After eating the food and packing up the things, the leader of the Liya Tribe started to shout, and then walked in one direction.

The people of the Liya tribe, carrying their belongings and weapons, followed behind their leader and walked forward without saying a word.

There wasn't much emotion in their eyes, they looked just like those stones blown cold by the wind in the wild.

The leader of the Liya tribe, with his tribe members, was heading in the same direction as he had noticed last night.

In yesterday's darkness, he noticed that direction, there was a faint fire flickering, and sometimes he could hear some different sounds in a trance.