World of Beasts: Green Snake, please pet it gently

It was as if she was his biological daughter.

Her grief-stricken chest felt like she couldn't breathe. She knew that her father must have been worried about her before he left so quickly this time.

After all, she is still incompetent, and it is difficult to survive without the male.

Thinking of this, An Ran felt that it was all caused by her own inability. If she had the ability to protect herself, her father would not have left so early.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt it was so, and she beat the bedside angrily.

Chang Liu stayed with her for a while until the crying subsided a little, and then he slowly comforted her.

"An Ran, we should go take care of dad's funeral arrangements now."

Feng Yang is an old clan leader and cannot leave his body in the wilderness.

When An Ran heard this, he raised his head and wiped the tears on his face with the back of his hand: "I will build the fire."

He stood up, tremblingly walked out of the cave, went to the cave on the other side to pick up a lot of firewood, and piled it all by the river.

Put the codes together bit by bit, and place each layer as flatly as possible.

Chang Liu stood aside and looked at her injured right hand, which was bleeding again, and grabbed the dry firewood in her hand.

"I come."

However, An Ran held her hand tightly and said stubbornly: "I can do it."

Chang Liu's narrow eyes closed slightly: "Your hand is bleeding, can you not make me worry?"

These words of concern for her sounded to An Ran like a heavy hammer hitting her heart.

She knew that her father's death had something to do with her, and now she just wanted to make up for some guilt, but he wouldn't let herself do that.

Is it possible that she is so incompetent?

He let go and stood motionless until Chang Liu finished building the fire and came over and took her left hand: "Go home."

An Ran let him pull her like a walking zombie. Uncle Haguro in the tribe had already prepared a stretcher. Changliu stepped forward and hugged the old patriarch's body and carefully placed it on it.

The four old males, all good brothers of the old patriarch, lifted the stretcher one after another, walked to the river and placed it on the pile of firewood.

An Ran followed behind him as if he had lost his soul. Until the final fire engulfed his father's body, he could not say a word.

Jin Hu came over: "An Ran, don't be sad. The old patriarch has gone to live with the Beast God. He will definitely have a better life than us."

However, An Ran still didn't say a word, just stared blankly at the pile of ashes.

He Lin stood at the farthest position, only glanced at her lightly, then turned around and left with the large army.

It was powerless to say anything now, and he understood the sadness of being helpless.

Back then, he watched his mother's body burned to ashes in the fire, and his relatives disappeared in front of his eyes. It was an uncomfortable feeling, and no matter how many others there were, it would be pale.

Chang Liu sat with her by the river until the golden sunshine shone on the earth the next day.

"An Ran, go back, the dew is heavy."

An Ran nodded. It was time for her to let go. People always have such a day, and sooner or later she will have such a day too.

Back in the cave, she lay on the bed and tossed and turned without eating or drinking.

After all, the security of the tribe is not good. If their tribe has a gate, those foreign orcs will not be like entering an uninhabited land.

It seemed that she had to find a way to strengthen security.

Thinking of this, she quickly got out of bed, picked up the wooden stick at the entrance of the cave, and went to the back mountain.

Climbing to the top of the mountain, the entire Qingshan tribe fell into view. Although it was protected by a high city wall, the gap was very annoying.

Even though the mountain below is steep at the back, orcs who are good at climbing can still run up it.

There is a river next to it. The best way is to build a moat, redirect the river water, and circle around the tribe.

Then build a large wooden gate. When it is in use, it is lowered to become a bridge. When not in use, it is put away to close the gap in the city wall.

Then build a beacon tower, so that only one or two people can take in the surrounding movements every day. Whenever there is movement, they can be prepared in advance.

Thinking of this, she immediately determined the general direction with her eyes, ran down the back mountain, picked up the stone hoe and the basket on her back, and headed outside the tribe.

First clear away all the weeds around the tribe bit by bit.

She was not the only one concerned about the safety of the tribe. Chang Liu brought her back early in the morning and went to discuss it non-stop with Jin Hu and Xia Sheng.

But after much deliberation, the only solution was to increase the patrol team and keep young males in the tribe at all times.

However, this can only draw manpower from other places, and the young males patrolling cannot be too weak, so the strength of their hunting team will be greatly reduced.

Shi Po was too violent and unsuitable for leading a patrol, while Jin Hu was more than capable, but not stable enough, so he was better suited for hunting outside.

No matter how many times he chose, the matter still fell on him.

After discussing for most of the day, when we came out, the sun had already set in the west.

Chang Liu pinched his temples tiredly and returned to the cave: "An Ran, are you hungry? I'll grill you a barbecue."

He started to light the fire as soon as he came in. He didn't hear any reply for a while. He turned to look at the bed, but there was no one anywhere.

The person was not in the cave at all, so she immediately got up and ran out to find someone. She was still injured and running around, which was really disturbing.

After searching around the entire tribe but unable to find anyone, Chang Liu's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that he had been kidnapped again?

He quickly ran to the top of the back mountain, stood on the stone and looked around.

Suddenly, a small blue dot moved on the edge of the city wall. He took a closer look and saw that it was not An Ran.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief. He was in the tribe and nothing was wrong. He ran down the mountain and went straight to the city wall.

I couldn't see it very clearly on the mountain just now, but now that I came down, I could see clearly that he was actually using a stone hoe to hoe the weeds outside.

"An Ran, what are you doing here?"

However, An Ran buried her head and didn't answer his words at all. She just hoeed away the weeds bit by bit.

Chang Liu frowned. She hadn't said a word since yesterday afternoon, and her heart suddenly hurt so much.

She buried herself in the past, but what about him? He was not important at all as her partner, right?

He stepped forward and pressed her stone hoe: "Anran, you can't work, your hand is injured."

"Can you go back with me?"

An Ran pushed him with her elbow, but Chang Liu didn't move at all. He could only open his hoarse voice and said coldly: "Get out of the way."

When Chang Liu heard her speak, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, he hugged her back and buried her face in his chest.

"How about you say something? Don't hold it in your heart. Don't ruin yourself. Don't you want your right hand anymore?"

An Ran lay in his arms, but her eyes were empty: "I can't protect myself. It makes no difference whether I have this right hand or not.