I'm doing shopping in the original

It's getting late.

When Wu Luo looked forward, the sun was ready to go home from get off work, and the golden sunset seemed to dye the blue sky and white clouds in an instant, so that people seemed to be able to emit light.

The place where the salt fruit tree grows is really far away, so far that the trees seem to have an end, and further away is the open plain, and the sound of the horse's hooves is still ringing, but the horse is walking very slowly, and there is a man sitting on it.

The light was so bright that Uro's eyes almost shed tears, and the lenses blocked his vision. He could only squint to see, and slowly he could see what the man looked like.

It's not different from Uro's face full of flesh.

This man is very tall, maybe taller than most people in the tribe. He is riding on a horse, his back is still straight, his body is slender and well-proportioned, his legs hang naturally on the horse's belly, and his back is still straight. With a bow and arrow.

Slowly, the horse walked faster, and then stopped suddenly. He covered the sun and turned around suddenly.

All the dazzling light disappeared at this moment, the man raised his head and looked at the distant grass. He looked very handsome, his eyes were sharp like eagles, and he couldn't tell what color they were.They were not close enough for Uro to clearly distinguish every detail of his facial features, but he felt that those eyes seemed to be distinguishing something, and finally the other party smiled slightly.

Uro felt his throat being tightened. He didn't know if he had been discovered, and what that smile meant.

He couldn't even see if the smile was real or not.

Uro couldn't describe the appearance of the other party, but felt that it was almost aggressively beautiful. Just looking at it from a distance, he seemed to be able to smell the sweet blood on the other party's body, as if a beast had put on the delicate and sinister skin of a human being. It also blends cruelty seamlessly, it is an arrow already on the string, and a sharp blade that has just drunk blood.

No words can express his danger and beauty.

Beauty has completely different concepts in the eyes of all kinds of people. It is not purely soft and gentle, but rather reserved and gentle. In many cases, it is even sharp, scary, and thorny.

Most people in the tribe look like mixed-race people, and they don't look too bad, only a few of them are of average level, and the leader among them is considered a more flamboyant and beautiful woman, but compared with this man, she is as docile as a mediocre woman. cute bunny.

The sun appeared again, and the golden light once again enveloped the man, shining some gorgeous brilliance on the hair that fell on his shoulders.

Uro's heart began to pound, and he felt as if his heart was about to jump to the mouth of his throat, and he could spit it out as soon as he gagged a little.

Sweat ran down his forehead, and it wasn't until the man left that Wu Luo felt in a trance as if he had just had a terrible and strange dream.

Maybe it's because Nuwa was more careful when pinching primitive people.

Wuluo laughed dryly in his heart. He watched the sound of the horse's hooves gradually fade away. The horse didn't walk too fast, but it still went away. The grass beside it was rustling, and the leader emerged from it. At first, she stretched out her hand to Raoulo, both hands were covered with cold sweat, and they almost slipped when they touched each other.

The leader pulled Uro twice before pulling him up from the box. The newly appointed witch patted the broken grass and small fruits on his clothes in embarrassment. He suddenly understood where the leader's sense of fear came from.

That man looked like a lazy beast king, just needing to use his bow and arrows to kill them in an instant.

It can't be harder than drinking a spoonful of water.

When he went back, Wu Luo had been in a daze. He wouldn't be able to think about growing up like this at this time, why not be born tens of thousands of years later and become a big star, but he kept thinking about that pair of bows and arrows.

That man has a bow and arrow, where did he get it?how come?Has someone already invented it?What tribe is he from?Where is the technology in this world?

Shouldn't we get some weapons to pack the tribe first?

This... I don't know how to make bows and arrows. If I can't, I will go back and read the books. I wonder if the little boys can hold a self-study class or something.

While walking on the road, the leader who fell silent for some reason suddenly said, "Eight, people." She said quietly, "He, he, he, died."

Whoosh?

Uro raised his head to look at the leader in a trance and doubt. This smart female leader showed a rare fatigue and fragility on his face, which shows that the other party did inflict a great deal on her.The leader made a gesture of drawing the bow, and she continued, "We saw the fire and wanted to take it. Many people died."

"Is he the man on the rock?" Uro asked in surprise, connecting clues from this short message.

The leader nodded, and she said sadly, "He, give us food for fire."

As far as Cai Caiwuluo was concerned, the man didn't have any deformities in his body, and he could even be said to be extremely perfect. He couldn't help but ponder why the leader drew that way for a while, and then he thought of the bird head that symbolizes the leader woman.

The longer hands and feet may not mean physical defects, but the leader believes that he can do things that others cannot. The length of hands and feet refers to ability.Just like the usage of three heads and six arms in reality, it does not mean that there are really three heads and six arms, but that a person has excellent abilities.

The strange thing is, since there was a bloody conflict between them, and the leader was obviously frightened, the other party must be hostile, so why did they give the fire to them?

"Where's his tribe?" Uro thought for a while and asked suddenly.

Unexpectedly, the leader shook her head, she sighed silently, and said after a while, "He, there is no tribe. One person, one baby."

One person, killing eight people in the tribe?Not to mention with a baby.

Even with bows and arrows, it's too outrageous.

Uro pondered for a moment. He still has no way to get more information from the leader. She can't describe the scene at the beginning. Those memories are clearly identifiable in memory, but it is difficult to fully express them through words, including Uro's question. In more detail, she was completely bewildered.

"Apart from fire, have you changed anything?" Uro asked.

The leader figured out what "except" meant for a long time, and it wasn't until Wuluo changed several ways of asking that she shook her head suddenly, pointed to the sarcocarpus fruit they brought and said, "Let's not go there, pick the fruit." , run when you see him."

Then this thing will be interesting.

Uro pondered for a moment. He originally thought that the man was hostile to the leader and the others and exchanged food for fire for the sake of the baby. But if that was the case, there should be frequent transactions between them. After that, they will not interfere with each other at all, even to the point where they will run away when they see the fruit of the salt skin tree.

That doesn't make sense.

And since this man doesn't have a tribe, how did his baby come from? Although Uro hasn't seen other tribes, just the fact that this tribe cherishes babies is enough for him to have a general understanding.A man without a tribe, who knew how to bow and arrow, tamed animals, and lived alone in the forest with a baby, killed eight members of the tribe, but generously exchanged the fire for the tribe.

"How much food did he change back then?" Uro asked subconsciously.

"This." The leader shook her head. She seemed confused, took out a feather from her hair, and said slowly, "I want it, a bird. There is meat, one piece."

All the feathers of a bird are neither too many nor too few.

When primitive people did not have bows and arrows, it was extremely difficult to hunt birds. They had to be very experienced hunters to catch a bird.Especially for a tribe like the leader, who just had fire, and their tools and weapons were extremely rough, it was not easy for them to catch birds, so only the leader and the only baby could see feathers.

For tribes, feathers are more for warmth and decoration.

The man wanted feathers, not likely for decoration, probably for arrow feathers, or for the baby.

Although this deal is not very cost-effective, it can’t be called black-hearted, but since it’s a deal, there’s no way it’s too much. How could that man deliberately want a piece of meat and feathers? In general, it’s better to just take the whole bird ?

There are big question marks in Wuluo's little head, and he finds that these simple and innocent primitive people can be so confusing.

Why on earth did they clash, what stopped the already bloody conflict, and why was the man willing to give fire to the Horde.

The tribe has only changed fire twice so far, once with that man, and once with him.

It can also be seen from daily life that they attach great importance to fire, but when the fire was extinguished, they did not think about asking for help from the "neighbors" who were very close. Instead, they took luck and picked Uro back on the road.

But this is indeed a good thing for Uro, but after thinking about it carefully, there is always something puzzling.

The most strange thing is probably the man's thoughts.

The leader is so afraid of him, it can be seen that the opponent had the upper hand at that time. Could it be that the opponent is afraid that the entire tribe will retaliate?Then why give fire to increase the survival rate of the tribe.

Especially that baby, where did it come from.

If the tribe expands its territory in the future, it is necessary to deal with this big boss.

Compared with Wuluo's thoughts, the leader is much simpler. As soon as she left Yanfumu, she immediately cheered up. She has been with this neighbor who is like an old enemy for several years. Counting it over, she secretly made up her mind in her heart that she would never come near this place next time, and she hadn't realized that the newly recruited witch planned to approach him on her own initiative.

However, no matter whether they approached actively or not, these are matters to be discussed in the future. The most important thing right now is to rush back to the tribe before dark.

Burn a pot of savory broth!