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Yan has not spoken such a language for a long time.

His articulation, breath, and pronunciation are all very obvious and rough, but he doesn't have an obvious accent like a foreigner.

Probably because I have been communicating with other tribes in different languages ​​for a long time, Yan’s voice sounds more like an ancient melody with ups and downs, with special pauses, and the ups and downs of syllables are scattered on the tip of the tongue, as if later generations restored the ancients reciting poems. Listen It's a bit unaccustomed, but it doesn't make people laugh.

That even sounds a little beautiful.

The child was still grazing, his round eyes drooped into two kitchen knives, he lost interest, and started yelling, and the little leather whip cracked the air, so startled that Mo almost picked up the blackbird and ran away.

"We'll follow him."

Wu Luo appeased everyone, he patted the leader's shoulder lightly, raised his chin as a gesture, suddenly felt the palm of his hand was wet and cold, he looked closely, only to find that the leader was sweating coldly.

The leader put back the bone blade at her waist, she slowed down half a step, and followed Uro forward, her lips pursed tightly.

Countless days of darkness and dawn have passed, but the leader still remembers that nightmarish sunset, the orange light sprinkled on the earth, and the moment they completely lost the light, eight people were killed.The man's voice echoed between the mountains and rivers, wandering among the jungle vegetation, like a ghost between heaven and earth, and like a phantom without entity.

They could see him, but they couldn't catch him. They could only watch their companions die one by one.

until you get to a safe place.

The light of the fire resounded in the dark night, and the aroma of burnt wood was combined with the strong color. Looking at them from a distance, they felt that the only light in the dark night was like blood.

Although there is a little boy grazing, it is obvious that the beautiful neighbor cannot live in a yurt. He lives on a tall building with bamboo and wood. On the porch outside the house, there is a reclining chair that can't swing and basically has no soul. To bask in the sun, the roof is made of tiles and rows of big leaves, covering the verandah. You can listen to the rain on rainy days, and watch the snow on winter and snowy nights. You don’t have to worry about being drenched in rheumatism outside.

He also repaired a fence and enclosed a piece of land. The winter snow covered the green seedlings, and he didn't seem to care much about the life and death of the crops. The tools and clay pots were placed next to the bamboo piles, and there were many densely packed rows.

"What a big tree house." Le whispered in praise.

Uro almost laughed out loud. In fact, there is nothing wrong with saying that. The stilt building itself is a kind of nest dwelling. In order to prevent moisture and earthquakes, sundries can be piled underneath to avoid snakes, insects, rats and ants.

The book said that animals can be raised under some buildings, but this beautiful neighbor only built a circle for those small animals not far away, and these horses lived near this tall building.

Yan didn't tie the horse, turned over directly when he got there, he didn't seem to worry about his animals running away, and the horse also walked back to his place quite honestly, ate a few handfuls of grass, drank some water, and enjoyed watching them stunned.

"Do you want some water?" Yan suddenly asked them.

The chief looked at him cautiously, without speaking, trying to draw any hint of attack from him.

"Then you're welcome."

Uro smiled, and was pushed forward by several big men, almost unable to maintain the kindness on his face, so he had to hold on to the handrail of the ladder and walk up slowly.

Green Tea and Le are restraining their desire to roll on the stairs.

The house is designed with doors and windows, and the lighting and ventilation are good. It is the living room when you enter. It must be rushed out. The brazier has not been completely extinguished, but it is small. They drove for several hours in the cold wind. warm up.

There was tanned fur hanging on the wooden bench, which seemed to belong to a wolf beast. The fluff spread out, which made the leader panic. She subconsciously grabbed Uro. She had seen tree houses and pottery houses before, so she knew Such a tall building is nothing more than building a bigger tree house, but the layout inside is something she has never thought of.

Yan's bows and arrows are hung on the wall, and tools are placed in the corners in turn. The furniture made of bone and bamboo is just right, and pottery is occasionally used for decoration. He even burned a pottery vase to put flowers.

Even if you throw him to the Han Dynasty and say that he is a hermit with idle clouds and wild cranes, no one will believe him.

"It took a long time." Uro sat on the sofa as a guest, while other people, such as the leader, sat next to him. Any trouble could arouse her attention and vigilance. One, they simply sat on the tiger skin rug, next to the leader's feet.

When Yan came out with the teapot, he seemed a little surprised that they were sitting like this, but he didn't say anything, let alone ridicule, and just replied flatly, "It took two years."

Talking with Yan, there is a long-lost comfort and coziness. Wu Luo has never felt that a conversation can be so refreshing, and he doesn't have to worry about whether he will waste his brain cells explaining in detail because of the problem of words.

In addition to the beautiful neighbor's face, Wu Luo swore from this moment that he also sincerely admired the other party's talent.

When he was pouring tea, he brought out not only teacups, but also several bowls, and glanced at several men, "I don't often have guests here."

This explains why there is no place and no extra cups.

Uro nodded, not paying much attention to this.

"What do you want to change?" Yan asked him, the water was brown when poured out, probably because he was afraid that Wuluo would misunderstand, and he said, "It's herbal tea. Drink it to clear away heat and improve eyesight."

Wu Luo looked outside and said with a smile, "Is it necessary to clear the heat now?"

"If you eat too much meat, you need it." Yan answered him.

It's not so much tea as it is medicinal herbal water. It tastes bitter and sweet. Wu Luo put it down after taking two sips. The jumper was thirsty. If it wasn't near Yan's house, he might have found a water source and went in to drink water.

"I want to know where is the salt here. If you are changing, where is the changing tribe?" Talking nonsense is probably not as simple as placing a bargaining chip.

Yan asked calmly, "What do you want in exchange?"

"What do you want?" Wu Luo tapped his fingers lightly on his knees. After seeing the child grazing, he vaguely felt that it was unlikely that Yan would be short of food.

Not to mention the pottery, the quality of the pottery between them is almost the same, as for the quantity, he only lives with two people, how much pottery can be used.

Everyone is a smart person, and he is not so stupid as to think that he can cheat the other party a lot.

"I don't need anything." Yan's voice was still a little hoarse. No matter how much water he drank to moisten his throat, it didn't help. It seemed to be a natural tone. His eyes kept falling on Wu Luo, neither frivolous nor solemn , falling lightly, he asked, "What if I want the clothes on your body?"

Uro teased, "It's not good for me to go out naked. Running naked in broad daylight will hinder the appearance of the city. I actually have a sense of social morality."

This sentence made Yan laugh for some reason, he pursed his lips, the snow and ice melted on his face, and the passing anger appeared on that face for a moment, bringing a vivid color, and quickly dissipated "No need Give it all to me, all I want is your coat."

"Yes." Uro readily agreed, anyway, he was still wearing a turtleneck sweater, so he wouldn't freeze to death for a while.

This seemed to make Yan a little surprised, his expression was obvious, he frowned, and asked again, "Do you want me to teach you how to make salt?"

"Is this a buy one get one free?" Wu Luo asked with raised eyebrows.

"No."

"That's forgivable, I still remember some of the knowledge points in junior high school."

The leader sounded drowsy, as if he had just been hit by a math and English teacher.She probably understood that Yan didn't want food, but Wuluo wanted clothes, and Wuluo agreed. As for why he laughed, and why Wuluo was so happy, she didn't understand at all.

However, the friendly attitude of the other party made the leader not so nervous for the time being. Most of the time, the tribes communicated with each other because they could not understand the language, so it only depended on whether they brought out weapons or food. This time Yan brought out food.

She drank it the way she used to drink water, and ate meat and fruit without any hesitation.

Wu Luo looked at this silly girl who couldn't explain it in words, and didn't even think about how she would be punished if she was poisoned.

But these days, the possibility of being poisoned is not very high, and the possibility of them being poisoned by eating wild things is higher.

Yan was probably used to it, so he didn't say anything.

It's just how many lives are straddling. Although death is indeed a very common thing for the tribe, after all, the murderer is right in front of them, so it is inevitable that they are still a little restless.Wuluo didn't just want to talk about salt. Seeing that they were really nervous, he said, "Well, put your things down first, and I'll continue talking with him."

Mo frowned and looked at him worriedly, while Le and Green Tea rushed out the door in an instant like released prisoners.

"Go." Uro urged the leader to go with Mo, they were not comfortable staying here anyway, "you can go and see the beast, don't do anything."

The leader hesitated for a moment. She was really curious about raising animals. At this time, there was no copyright to talk about. She could imitate directly when she saw other people's things. What's more, she felt really uncomfortable facing Yan, so she just stood there. He got up, ready to learn how to herd herds, and put the bone blade into Wuluo's pocket before leaving.

Wu Luo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and felt sorry for her kindness, so he nodded, indicating that he would protect himself.

After everyone had left, Yan said again, "When they first came, they were not so polite."

"Oh?" Uro asked him, very reservedly, "did there be a conflict because it was not polite enough?"

"You want to ask me, why did you kill so many of them? Even if you don't count the future, just now, the eight people can be regarded as a blood feud." Yan was not comforted by his evasive words, but smiled slightly Laughing, "A solitary person is either a beast or a god. There can be friendship between tribes, but it is not necessarily the case for people who wander alone. They will use any means to kill a creature that may harm their young."

Thinking of that baby, Wu Luo felt that it was only natural for the tribe to misunderstand him as a bad person. After all, how could there be so many accidents in the world, so he said slowly, "So you just became a god?"

Although it is more like a ghost.

"There is not much difference between beasts and evil gods."

Yan seemed to see through the truest thoughts in Wu Luo's heart. Those eyes made the thick-skinned witch feel a little uncomfortable. He didn't expose it, but just laughed at himself plainly.

Yama.

Ha - no wonder he called himself Yan Luo, this is really a name that combines beasts and gods.

"You don't seem to like socializing with other people very much, don't you feel lonely?" Uro leaned on the sofa thoughtfully. Although it wasn't soft enough, it seemed interesting. At least he could hypnotize himself here. Resting in a retro furniture store, "You shouldn't be too busy? I'm not bothering you, right?"

Yan smiled a little, after all, he didn't embarrass Wu Luo too much, and caught the stalk, "There is no way to discount the friendship."

It's nice to talk.

Uro tilted his head, his body was half-slanted, looking a little lazy, his eyes were sizing up the other party presumptuously, and he teased him casually, "Talking with you is an extra gift. I just want to chat more while the sky is still bright. , enhance the relationship, maybe you can get a discount next time you come."

Yan looked at him for a while, then suddenly asked, "You came here not just to exchange salt, did you?"

"Yeah, but I don't want to run around naked either." Uro pressed his shoulder and smirked, "I have to be honest and see if I can get other news."

"Like mine?"

Yan sometimes speaks like a bone spur that pierces the heart, or like an arrow shot silently. It automatically stiffened.

Maybe Mo didn't have such superb archery skills.

Wu Luo restrained his smile belatedly, and corrected in his mind, "It should be Yan's own archery."

Even though he hasn't seen it yet.

"Will it offend you?" Uro asked.

Yan replied, "That depends on how far you ask."

"It's going to be difficult." Uro responded nonchalantly. He has been in this world for more than half a year, and he has never felt so comfortable and relaxed like this moment, as if returning to modern civilization in a short time. .But he couldn't see through Yan at all. At certain moments, he could trace traces of a moment's civilization on the other person, but most of the time, he couldn't see anything at all.

Just like at this moment, Wu Luo sat on the sofa, staring at Yan with his face on his hands. He didn't see his companion, but a lone walker who walked into the long river of time alone.

It is neither gregarious with others nor different from itself.

He is a light and jumping beast in the steel-framed modern society, with colorful and beautiful fur, and dangerous sharp claws; Hair, actions with indescribable elegance and naturalness.

"Do you also trade with other tribes?" Uro asked. "I see that you seem to be familiar with them, but you say you don't have any customers."

"There are a lot of people who come to trade." Yan seemed to disapprove, "Most of them don't want to be my guests."

Uro asked in surprise, "What do you mean?"

"They won't stay long, they just want to get what they need." Yan Qingping said, "No one wants to come in as a guest, and they don't expect to be my guest. How do you think the house was built in two years?"

Uro smiled lightly, "Is this how you solve your interpersonal needs?"

Humans are social animals and need some communication, otherwise they will drive themselves crazy sooner or later, which is why Uro has enough patience to enlighten other people's ideas.He calmly taught Xiao Kuge and Chi, subconsciously expecting them to have morality and empathy, and waiting for them to follow in his footsteps.

The interests of these children are unremarkable, Little Ku likes to play with mud, Chen likes to watch the stars, Chi likes to play in water...

Because Hua stayed in the cave, he was better at studying patiently; the hunting team was away for a long time, so he could contact traps and tree houses.

When these things unfolded, they were lacklustre, not even a kind of talent, a kind of skill, ordinary children and adults could think of such things, if they didn't mention something, they might not be able to open their minds for the rest of their lives.

It is precisely because of this that Uro encourages them, inspires them to observe, incites their desire to win and lose, controls the spark of everyone's thoughts in the palm of their hands, and regards every discovery they make as precious.They are not enough to become a person who can communicate in a real sense, and Uro can only urge them forward, waiting for them to completely shed their beast coats.

"There is no human relationship here." Yan Ping looked at him flatly, "There is only engulfment, death, merger, and no emotion."

"Beasts also live in groups, protect their young, abandon the weak one, and eat their own kind. They are not different."

Uro said slowly, "They won't eat the same kind."

"Have you ever played with spores?" Yan asked suddenly.

"what?"

""Spore", a game, from cells to creatures, to tribes, countries, and space." Yan told him calmly, "It's one of the few things I still remember. I can only swallow it at the beginning, otherwise I can't help it." Become a living thing. Wait until after the herd, form a tribe, there are two ways between tribes, one is extinct, the other is friendly, usually killing is much simpler, because friendly will fail, and death will never meeting."

Uro stared at him.

"Killing is built into the human body from the very beginning, as they are, it makes sense to kill a homeless man, and there is no moral dilemma in taking everything from him. If I don't kill them, they will for no reason kill me."

"Who do you think is at fault?"

Uro was speechless. He blinked, the words rolled from his throat to his lips, and finally said, "Maybe they're just worried about the children."

"So they survived."

Yan declared lightly, "You think you are just leading them into a new era, but you are not, you are trying to create civilization by yourself, and once civilization starts, lies, interests, betrayal and deceit will be born. "

You are not ready to get used to these things.

"Better than trying nothing." Uro shook his head.

"Heh..." Yan smiled lightly, without sarcasm, as if he just felt a little happy, so he smiled, his eyes were as calm as water, and he could drown Wuluo in, he said slowly, " Then I'll wait for you."

Uro took a deep breath and asked him again, "You haven't asked my name yet."

"Is it important?" Yan kept looking at him, and now he finally brought out some incomprehensible meaning from his calmness, "I'm not your kind, you don't have to have any expectations."

I also don't have any expectations.

"I did have a lot of problems coming here, not just that."

Wu Luo is not someone who is easily attacked. Of course, he will not ridicule Yan's thoughts. They have completely different experiences, and there may be something that prompts Yan to recognize it this way.In all fairness, if the situation were reversed now, Wu Luo would not be sure that he would be able to live like Yan, a chic and accessible hermit outside this world.

"You want to ask about clothes?"

Yan observed his expression.

"More than that, I want to ask about animal husbandry, domestication, and farming, including detailed information about the large and small tribes around here." Uro said slowly, "It's just that now that I know the price of the transaction, I can exchange as much as I can. , preferably related to animal husbandry and farming, do you have cultivated seeds? Can these things be exchanged for a pair of cultivated livestock?"

Yan was startled, and said softly, "You don't seem like someone who should know this."

Plants cannot be planted directly after being dug. Many familiar foods need to be cultivated from generation to generation to obtain full fruit.The same goes for wild beasts, they are not born to be well-behaved, they need to be domesticated to change them from wild to poultry, just like cutting a bird's feathers to make it used to the fate of being unable to fly.

Even silkworms, artificially fed silkworms and wild silkworms, the thickness and length of silk threads are bound to be different.

Even Yan has explored this knowledge for a long time. At the beginning, many of the plants moved by him withered, and finally succeeded in planting, but the soil lost its fertility in the second year, so he had to grope for fertilization and divide the land for planting. Ensure harvest.As for the animals he raises, some escaped successfully, and some failed to escape and were caught and eaten. Generation after generation, they have been used to begging for food from people since they were young, so as to kill their wildness, and then they gradually became docile. .

These are not only things that can be done in one or two years, as long as he lives here, he has been experimenting for as long as possible.

"You can't judge people by their appearance."

"I don't lack the things you brought. If you really want to change, I can give you some seeds and a pair of rabbits." Yan chuckled, got up to look at the things in the basket, and sighed softly He said, "Some of the animals here are different, but some are the same. Those rabbits are used to being raised by humans, so they don't die so easily. You build a nest for them and shut them up for a few days. When they get used to it, they won't dig holes and escape. "

Uro frowned. He used to raise pet rabbits for children. He knew that this kind of animal was delicate, smelly, and timid. It was easy to be scared to death, so he said, "Why is it a rabbit?"

"Give birth quickly." Yan Man said leisurely.

Makes sense bro...

Wu Luo looked at Yan, hesitated to speak, finally sighed, and asked, "If we burn the porcelain, what would you like to exchange?"

"Porcelain?" Yan raised his eyebrows, and he said slowly, "What do you want to change?"

"What a coincidence, I do wonder how the clothes are made?"

Yan shook his head and said, "I exchanged it with others. They got silkworms from me and developed sewing by themselves. In exchange, I will give them pottery."

"You are really like a pawn shop, welcome and deliver." Uro couldn't help laughing.

Yan also smiled, "Everyone gets what they need."

He is not ice and snow that is difficult to melt, nor is it a sharp knife that can hurt people when it is unsheathed. Those two thin lips do speak the chilling reality, but they also have soft and beautiful words.But for some reason, after talking with Uro, he felt even more confused and couldn't see through this person.

Wu Luo stared at him quietly, feeling that he came here with doubts, and left with doubts. After closing the door, Yan is still the most mysterious and terrifying legend in the wilderness.

The only thing he can be sure of is that the other party will not kill casually.

"That's right." Yan suddenly said, he was touching the outline of the cup, the brown herbal water was so clear in the maroon pottery cup that it seemed to be colorless, "That child in your tribe met the little ghost head face to face, you You can bring him to play next time, maybe you can get some gifts."

Uro asked him a little surprised, "You seem to appreciate him?"

"There are not many children who dare to fight with Liu Jun. The little devil likes him very much, and I appreciate this kind of courage." Yan seemed to be smiling, and the howling of wolves sounded in the distance, as if answering the master's call.

Urochi said, "Why is it called Mr. Liu? It doesn't sound like a name that should be given to a wolf or a dog."

It was only at this time that he came to his senses, it turned out that Chi was not fainted by fright.

The people in the tribe had just started learning to speak for a few years. To Chi, what he told was naturally what happened in chronological order, but Uro was good at playing with language, so he thought the child was just covering up.

Chi went up to fight the giant wolf for the sake of that child, but was thrown off by the attack, maybe knocked to the ground, which led to coma.

He wasn't stunned by the approaching giant wolf, but the last thing he saw was indeed the moving wolf's head.

"You are anxious to ask about the information of the nearby tribes, big and small, haven't you just encountered them?" Yan asked slowly, "You can't forget some allusions faster than me, right?"

Wu Luo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "The king of the gentleman on Liang?"

Yan Xinran agreed, "You can also tell him to stay a gentleman."

"It does have ostentation." Uro slightly sighed, "Fortunately, I have a bit of culture, otherwise I really can't catch up with your imagination."

He suddenly developed some intimacy with Yan Sheng on the matter of naming.

Yan probably thought so too, his expression softened a lot.

This reminded Uro of certain things. When he first entered the workplace, he didn’t know the rules very well. When running business, he still followed the ideas he had when he was in college. It wasn’t until he was reminded by his boss that he knew how to ask for clients. happy.Later, he was promoted and turned into an old fritter. He was used to talking nonsense when he saw people, talking nonsense when he saw people, and he didn't even blink his eyelids. That feeling of apprehension.

After getting the seed given by Yan, Wu Luo suddenly said before going out, "I actually like chatting with you, but it's a pity that the journey is too far."

"You talk very interesting, and I also like to chat with you. But what you like more is the secret of the mount." Yan Wen said, "It's a pity that you are too poor. When you have enough things to exchange, the journey will not be far away. .”

Uro complained to him half-truthfully, "You are too realistic, I'm leaving. I can give you the clothes first, but you have to give me a time, when will you take us to find the salt."

"Tomorrow." Yan replied, "I'll take you there tomorrow."

"Morning noon or afternoon?"

Yan slowly said, "It's almost noon."

Uro hesitated for a while, then said slowly, "Okay, that's it, thank you for the tea."

This time Yan didn't say anything, he just looked at Wuluo quietly, no different from looking at mountains, rivers, sun and moon, his eyes wandered calmly, not falling into the world of mortals.

Uro held a bag of seeds and looked at the leader who was chasing chickens and rabbits. Green Tea and Le ran wildly after them, while Mo kept guarding the surrounding area, looking like he wanted to break into the door if he didn't agree with each other.

Still silent and reliable.

"Amber." Uro called her. Since the last time, the leader asked him to call her name, otherwise no one else would call her. She felt that her name would be forgotten at any time, and Uro had no objection.

Green Tea laughed and shouted "Amber!"

His voice was louder than Wu Luo's, and the hearts of all the animals within a ten-mile radius trembled when he heard it. Several young rabbits in the rabbit nest immediately fell down and pretended to be dead, as if they had given birth to an ostrich.

"You can pick two and go." Yan finally spoke again, "Anyway, there are only one pair of big ones left."

Uro replied to him, "Then there is nothing else to choose, just the two ends."

"You can also pick a bunny."

Yan simply refuted him.

Fine.

Wu Luo asked Mo to grab the rabbit's ears and bring it up. They also brought a basket to hold things in. How could they have changed only so much? He weighed the seeds in his hand and felt a little guilty about the word "some".If Yan really doesn't want to change anything, they really have nothing to do with him. There are a lot of seeds here, enough for them to waste the last round of planting.

Rabbits were put into crates with the plants they were still eating.

Wu Luo squinted his eyes and took a closer look. He felt that the plants could be seen everywhere. It seemed that the rabbits would not have to worry about food, and it was enough to let the children go out to pull the weeds.

"Where's the salt?" There were a few domestic chicken feathers floating in the leader's hair. I don't know how she pulled them out of his ass abruptly. She looked at the feathers in her hand a little strangely, and said with a frown, " broken."

"If it's broken, you won't be able to fly." Uro looked around like a teacher looking for students on a kindergarten outing, and replied casually, "He will take us to find salt tomorrow."

The leader frowned and didn't say anything. She already had the concept of credit at this time, probably because of the quilt, she accepted it quickly, so she didn't bother, and said, "Shall we go?"

"Walk."

As soon as these words came out, the other four people relaxed visibly. The leader even let out a long sigh of relief. She nodded and walked back without even intending to stop for a moment.

Uro couldn't help but glance back.

"My name is Uro."

he shouted.

Yan blinked, probably because he thought his behavior was a bit stupid, but he didn't smile, his eyes looked desolate.

Wu Luo felt that no one was brave enough to do such a thing in Yan's life.

In fact, it was his first time doing this.

The farther away from Yan, the happier the leader and the others, walking like flying, no matter whether Wu Luo is called "Wu" or "Luo", even if he just called himself a "stupid", they probably wouldn't ask what it meant.

The sky was not dark yet, but there were faint traces of red clouds. At this time, the sky darkened almost all of a sudden, as if the sun was being chased by something.

Wu Luo's heart was fluttering. He stayed in the wind and felt like he was flying when he walked.

When they were crossing the prairie, they saw the kid coming home from grazing. His chopper eyes were about to become squinted. The original grass roots were spit out, and he was pulling the fur of small animals beside him, and he would occasionally be bitten. , Not serious, not to the point of bleeding and calling Dad.

Yan occasionally called him "Little Devil".

The little devil was about to go home, but he got up suddenly, stood barefoot on the big-horned deer, and looked at Wuluo and the others from a distance, with a hint of envy in his expression.

But he didn't speak, didn't say a word.

Wu Luo passed him by mistake, and suddenly wondered who the woman who could conquer Yan was. A person who lived in isolation to such an extent would have a relationship with someone, and even leave offspring.Although they don't look alike, it's hard to guarantee that the child will follow the mother's appearance, otherwise, in such a place, wouldn't it be troublesome to raise a child properly?

is she deadStill alive, but Yan couldn't bear it.

Uro has a little understanding of the marriage system in the tribe. To describe it in two words is corruption, but these are the characteristics of this era. He can't force people to enter the marriage system of modern society.

When the sun went down, Uro had to climb onto Mo's shoulders again. They raced against the sun, and finally knocked on the gate of the tribe before the darkness came.

And the little ghost head was sent back home by the big horned deer wandering in the garden. It was tall, and with a slight shake, it dropped the little boy who refused to get down to the ground.

"Hey hey-"

He sprawled on the ground and didn't want to get up for a long time. The fire in the room was bright, and there was nothing missing except the lack of popularity.

Of course, the little devil has his own name, his surname is Yan, and his name is Wang.

This name comes from his desire to ride on the sun when he was a child, and his adoptive father who responded to his requests simply gave him such a name, the king of the sun.

Although Yan Xiaowang didn't understand what it meant, he still felt that it was very powerful, so he accepted it happily.

Yan didn't hide it. He told Wu Luo that his name was his, but the order was reversed. His real name was Luo Yan, which sounded unlucky, and his parents had long forgotten why they chose that name.

Earlier, other people would call him Su Gumu, which sounds like this, and it means harder than stone in the tribe.

Su is stone, ancient is hard, and wood is good.

Almost all the people with that name died afterward.

According to the coherent way of their names and surnames, Yan Xiaowang can adopt a child in the future and name him Wang Xiaoba (Ba).

Yan Xiaowang crawled forward like a caterpillar in the mud for a while, and finally got up to go back. He went to the rabbit nest and found that the big rabbit was gone, so he went to look at the chicken coop, and found that their buttocks were glossy. Quite a lot.This would hinder his masculinity too much, and finally Yan Xiaowang chose a cub of a silly beast to hold in his arms, and walked into the house with a sigh.

The big horned deer was drinking water reservedly, when it saw the horse approaching, it squeezed it away.

After all, colleagues are enemies.