[Full-time expert umbrella repair] How to survive in the wild with your enemies

Their dresses are very similar, and the exotic style is very obvious, but there are no patterns that symbolize the tribe. Instead, a few animal claws are strung on the chest.

Su Muqiu stretched out his hand and twisted it. The leather is quite thick, and it is used for winter.

"This handicraft...was given to you by someone in the tribe?"

"You have one too."

As he spoke, Ye Xiu unfolded another one, the style was almost the same, except that he chose the fur of rabbit and mouse for Su Muqiu's one, and it was covered in snow white, which was the same as his military uniform.

"It's very careful." Su Muqiu thought for a while, finally smiled, and muttered to himself: "Oh, if this military uniform is not made of special materials, who would be willing to wear it like mustard to this day? It has to be stipulated that the sentry should wear it. White, white is so easy to get dirty... Then again, if I were a guide...if there were a guide..."

"What?" Ye Xiu asked without hearing clearly.

"It's nothing." Su Muqiu shook his head, took a complicated look at his black driving suit, and buried it back in the blueprint.

At this time, Qiu Fei poked his head in and was about to speak, but was surprised by the warmth in the tent, and then noticed that Ye Xiu's face was either dust or charcoal, and was startled.

"Are you two hungry? The tribe cooked some red-horned beast meat... I want to thank you two..."

Ye Xiu thought of the pot of boiling broth with no salt or seasoning, and floating fat lumps, his heart twitched, and he calmly said, "I'm not hungry..." Then he let out a growl in his stomach.

Qiu Fei: "It's almost ready!"

Ye Xiu was in pain: "...um."

"Ye Xiu, you go ahead first, I'll come later." Su Muqiu replied.

Ye Xiu glanced at his companion who had buried his head in writing until he was mad, and waved his hands. With the animal skin suit hanging on his shoulders, he strode out bravely, took the opportunity to put Qiu Fei on the shoulder, and took the child away. And asked, "Nearby water...river? Where is it?"

"Are you going to the river? I'll take you to a shortcut..."

The conversation between one big and one small gradually faded away.

The tent fell silent.

After Ye Xiu left, Su Muqiu lay on the ground and continued to scribble a few pieces of tree bark with a serious expression. However, if you look at what he wrote under his hands, there are countless messy lines in a mess, and the prototype of the words cannot be seen at all. .

But Su Muqiu was still writing.

Although he has hardly realized what his limbs are doing or feeling.

Beads of sweat slid down his forehead, brushed against Su Muqiu's absent-minded light-colored eyes, and hit the paper with a bang, blurring a piece of handwriting.

If Ye Xiu had just walked a few steps closer and saw scribbles on the paper...if Su Muqiu hadn't been lying on the ground writing, covering his wandering eyes...if Ye Xiu was a sentinel with strong five senses, he would have noticed The faintly trembling arms and the cold sweat soaking the back... If Ye Xiu was the guide──

Su Muqiu paused for a moment, then fell to the ground without warning, unable to move for a while.

He sighed silently in his heart, he didn't know whether it was out of joy or irritability: But Ye Xiu is nothing.

It is precisely because he is nothing that Su Muqiu can hide until today.Because he wasn't, Su Muqiu couldn't find any help from Ye Xiu.

Su Muqiu has always been aware of the disadvantages of not combining Sentinels.

After entering the academy with Tao Xuan's help, every instructor asked the sentry to remember their own shortcomings first.In addition to possessing the five senses, consciousness space, and spiritual guidance beyond ordinary people, Sentinel also has problems that ordinary people will never encounter in his life. One of them is the loss of control of the five senses.

They need the assistance of a guide and can hardly solve the loss of control on their own.

As an unbonded sentinel active on the front line of the battlefield, how could Su Muqiu not know how miserable it would be without a guide to sort it out, and what he entrusted to Tao Xuan was also to find a good guide for Mucheng.

But he didn't expect that in just one month after he really left the medical guide, he would run out of strength to maintain a normal life.

Su Muqiu touched a small bottle, two white pills collided with a crisp sound, his hands trembled, his mouth felt bitter, he poured out a piece tremblingly, hesitated for half a second before stuffing it into his mouth, gritted his teeth and squeezed it out again. Breaking the tablet in half, stuffed half of it into his mouth, and then unwrapped the tightly wrapped coat.

A long time ago, he was injured in the waist and abdomen. After such a long time, the wound is not completely healed, and it is wrapped in layers of bandages.

Without even looking at it, Su Muqiu tightened his fists and punched the wound hard without hesitation!

He immediately let out a muffled snort, the painful eyes were filled with starlight, and the thousands of times of fine prickling pain immediately rolled up all the divergent consciousness, and with the weak effect of half a tablet of guideline, the chaotic senses were forcibly suppressed.

Su Muqiu bowed his body, trembling and panting lightly, trying to balance his breathing.

After a while, he blinked away the cold sweat that had slipped into his eyes, and his eyes regained their clarity from being stupefied. Except for the terribly painful wound, the other unbalanced senses returned to their normal positions unwillingly.

It should be said that he recovered to a level he could bear.

Su Muqiu breathed a sigh of relief on the ground, really thinking of lying here and simply passing out.

"...I wonder how the evolutionary tree branched out into Sentinels and Guides." He sighed.

After being depressed for an unknown amount of time, Su Muqiu, who recovered, finally sat up, stroked his sweaty bangs, remembered what he seemed to be talking about eating just now, changed his mind, rummaged through several piles of sundries, and fished out a piece of food after a while. With only a small burden, he strode out of the tent.

Outside the tent, Ye Xiu, who slipped to the river to take a bath and rubbed his clothes, was picking a tree to dry his driving clothes. When he noticed Su Muqiu walking out of the tent, he raised his hand and said, "Mu Qiu..."

Just when he opened his mouth, Ye Xiu suddenly smelled a trace of blood.His eyes flickered slightly, and he just put his eyes on Su Muqiu's waist, but Su Muqiu pushed him away with a palm when he couldn't see clearly, and at the same time stuffed something into his mouth.

Ye Xiu caught off guard and swallowed the thing into his mouth. He immediately covered his throat and choked. After coughing for a long time, he finally tasted the sweetness on the tip of his tongue and the light floral fragrance.

What Su Muqiu stuffed into his mouth was some kind of dried flower petals.

But there was a strange smell on his fingertips, which made Ye Xiu shudder, and his whole body felt uncomfortable, as if he had known him before.

He tried his best to slow down and sneezed, raised the end of his eyes, and asked, "Then... what does it smell like?"

"Spice."

Su Muqiu didn't realize what Ye Xiu was asking, so he casually threw the small bundle at him:

"You're not used to the food here, are you? I have some leftover spices, just order it and add it to the soup."

After catching the small bag thrown by him, Ye Xiu opened it to see that inside were several oval jars, not big in size, like eggs, some jars were filled with powder, and some were dried plants, filled with various All kinds of flavors.

Ye Xiu tried a few seasonings that Su Muqiu brought out, and they all tasted very light, floral and fruity, and could almost fade away from birds.However, under Ye Xiu's signal, Qiu Fei, who cautiously tried the taste, was very surprised.

In fact, both of them drank the big pot of broth in this tribe yesterday. It was not without seasoning, but it was only rock salt.The light purple rock salt does not taste like processed cooking salt. It is salty and bitter, and its actual effect is not as a seasoning. There is no concept of soup here. It is purely that the dried meat is too hard and must be soaked in water to soften it. Entrance.

And rock salt supplements a part of the vitamins needed by the human body, although the people in the tribe have not yet understood this, they only know that they need to add the purple rock to cook together.

Ye Xiu saw that Qiu Fei was interested, so he tossed the seasonings to the kid and asked him to pick a pot of soup to add to it, so anyone who wanted to try it could try it.

After Ye Xiu explained, he turned his head and stared at Su Muqiu for a while.

That gaze can be said to be staring at people urgently, Su Muqiu's eyelids twitched, and he quickly recalled what was wrong.Just when he confirmed for the third time that he was still handsome from hairstyle to heels, Ye Xiu stepped forward abruptly, reached out and touched his cheek.

At this moment, the anxiety in Su Muqiu's heart soared, and he clasped Ye Xiu's wrist tightly: "What are you doing?"

Ye Xiu twitched his hand, but he couldn't twitch, so he turned his palm over to show Su Muqiu the black stain on his hand.Su Muqiu wiped his face quickly, and sure enough, his hand was full of charcoal powder, probably accidentally got it on the paper just now, half of his face was covered with charcoal writing.

While Su Muqiu was busy wiping his face, Ye Xiu broke free, stretched out his paw to wipe Su Muqiu's face, and pulled out a few cat's whiskers with a smile: "Big cat."

The corners of Su Muqiu's eyes twitched, and he grabbed Ye Xiu's head and pressed it to the ground.

Ye Xiu turned sideways to dodge, it was hard work to dodge, he was wearing the animal skin suit, he was afraid that Su Muqiu would tear the clothes and it would fall apart on the spot, and it would be torn in front of everyone just after it was delivered, it is definitely not a good thing.

The two chased me around for a few laps, and someone behind me shouted:

"Su! Ye! Don't fight, you two!!!"

The old patriarch Feng shouted, shaking his hands vigorously, and ran over sweating profusely: "Is there anything that cannot be resolved properly!"

Su Muqiu let go immediately, threw Ye Xiu aside, and said with bright eyes: "Patriarch Feng, those behind you are..."

The old patriarch Feng wiped his sweat, spread his hands and nodded to several piles of ore, and smiled shyly at the two: "This is all the stones sorted out in the tribe...the ore. They are all given to you two."

Before the words finished, Su Muqiu was already rushing towards those piles of stones excitedly.

Most of the people in the tribe were straightforward, with clear likes and dislikes, and found that Su Muqiu was very interested in the stones they made weapons and piled up holes in the walls, so they sorted them all out and gave them to him.

Of course, Su Muqiu noticed that the old patriarch was kind of flattering. In this tribe, only patriarch Feng and a few opportunists are considered good people.