The Son of the Cthulhu must be saved [Quick Transmigration]

The tip of the spear touched his cheek, Ruan Mobei turned his head and closed his eyes, swallowing.

……what's the situation.

People in Crazy Primitives at least wear a grass skirt to cover the important parts. What is nakedness?

As if it was finally determined that the creatures at the bottom of the pit were not dangerous, the spear tip stopped moving and stopped in front of Ruan Mobei.

This is to pull him up?

Ruan Mobei was refreshed, he grasped the spear with both hands, and felt the force of the upward pull along the wooden pole.The savage's strength was quite strong, and Ruan Mobei quickly climbed up the cave wall with the tip of his shoe.

Finally back on the ground, Ruan Mobei patted the dirt on his clothes, looked up at the savage who pulled him up, forgot for a moment that the other party was not naked, and the moment his eyes passed by a certain place, he couldn't help but frowned. He raised his eyebrows and said "Ouch".

No matter how familiar friends are, it doesn't mean that they can face each other's private parts calmly. Ruan Mobei forced himself to keep his eye level as much as possible. Even if his hair and beard are scratched, the wild man's tall nose and facial contours still show his handsome nature.

Yes, he is He Songming, his target in this world.

A wild man with no clothes on.

Ruan Mobei suddenly wanted to take a picture of He Songming like this, and he was a little annoyed that he couldn't bring his mobile phone, otherwise he could wait for He Songming to wake up and let him appreciate this astonishing look.

He Songming kept a three-step distance from him vigilantly, with the tip of his spear resting on Ruan Mobei's waist, preventing him from making any aggressive moves.

When Ruan Mobei looked at him, he also observed Ruan Mobei.

The two looked at each other and fell into a stalemate again. Suddenly, He Songming stretched out his hand. He grabbed Ruan Mobei's clothes and pulled them down hard, as if wondering why this person was covered with something.

"Release." Ruan Mobei patted his hand lightly, but it failed to stop him. The spikes on his waist were still there. He could only watch helplessly as He Songming lifted his shirt and looked at the He looked around curiously.

When He Songming reached out to his trousers, Ruan Mobei held on to the waistband of his trousers tightly to prevent him from pulling them off, and said in embarrassment, "That's enough, I won't take it off for you if you pull it again! "

He Songming quickly lost interest after confirming that the thing on Ruan Mobei's body was only a very thin piece, which could not be eaten or used as a weapon.The creature in front of him seemed to be quite weak and did not pose any danger to him. He Songming put away his wooden spear and stopped pointing at Ruan Mobei all the time. He started walking towards a certain direction in the jungle.

He took two steps, then turned his head to see if Ruan Mobei followed.

The danger was temporarily lifted, Ruan Mobei heaved a sigh of relief, and followed behind him.He Songming's body is quite fit, his skin is tanned to a darker wheat color, and the movement of muscle lines in every movement reveals a wild beauty, and a thin layer of sweat glistens brightly in the sun.

Ruan Mobei had never noticed that He Songming had such a good figure before. After all, who would take off his clothes for him to see?

In the last world, he wiped the body of the young He Songming, but he was still a child after all, malnourished and thin, Ruan Mobei didn't think about other things at all.

The vegetation in the jungle was very dense, and the soil under his feet was wet and soft. It seemed that it had rained not long ago. Ruan Mobei followed He Songming's pace and looked around silently.

Compared with what he knew, the creatures here are much bigger. The trees easily grow up to 40 to [-] meters, with thick shade covering the sky and the sun. The mushrooms at the roots of the trees are [-] to [-] centimeters high and bright in color.The wings of Qingwu's butterfly shone with fluorescence, which was bigger than a slap.

He lowered his head and walked under a branch, and saw a snail not far away, the size of a car, clinging to the rock.

Ruan Mobei………………

The huge shell of the snail presents a blue-purple interlaced dreamy color, the translucent soft body sways slowly, and the two tentacles on the top of the head also sway.

Ruan Mobei suffocated for a while. He never thought that one day he would actually think about the magical proposition of "whether people will be eaten by snails" sincerely.

The savage kept turning his head to make sure that Ruan Mobei was keeping up. After walking about three or four kilometers, in a relatively open and flat area, Ruan Mobei saw a cave. Rough straw mats form a rather simple straw shed.

The savage went in and put down the wooden spear, and there were many stone axes and wooden knives and a series of polished weapons over there.

Looking at the empty cave with only a pile of withered grass and stones, Ruan Mobei choked speechlessly.

Is this He Songming's den... It's really broken.

Seeing a reflection from the corner of the eye, Ruan Mobei bent down and picked up a can lid. Judging from the degree of corrosion of the metal, it hadn't been long since it was dropped.

The existence of canned food means that there is a considerable degree of human civilization, not primitive society.

Ruan Mobei pinched the lid of the can and looked for He Songming's figure, wanting to ask him where this thing came from, but when he turned around, his face was almost blurred.

He Songming was holding up a bloody and stabbed hind leg of some animal, when he saw Ruan Mobei turn his head, he put the thing to his mouth again.

The smell of blood was very strong, Ruan Mobei tried to raise his head back......

Seeing that the other party didn't seem interested in food, He Songming frowned. He opened his mouth and tore off a large piece of meat from that hind leg, chewing it as a demonstration for Ruan Mobei, stabbing the blood paste again. He raised his hind legs to Ruan Mobei's lips.

Ruan Mobei "."

He tried his best to force out a smile, and pushed He Songming's hand aside with a slow but irresistible movement, picked up two pieces of black flint half-sinked in the mud, dried them vigorously on his clothes, and pulled them out of the cave A clump of dry grass.

He squatted down, and under He Songming's puzzled gaze, he struck two pieces of flint hard.After repeating it more than a dozen times, the sparks from the friction ignited the dry grass below, and the flames rose up little by little.

Ruan Mobei carried another large handful of hay, and really started the fire. He took the animal legs in He Songming's hands, skewered them with branches, and roasted them on the fire.

The oil was baked out, agitated and made a sizzling sound, and dripped into the fire.The fragrance gradually wafted out, and He Songming sniffed hard. He squatted beside Ruan Mobei, staring curiously at the dancing fire, feeling the light and heat it transmitted.

He stretched out his hand, and touched the flame before Ruan Mobei hurriedly stopped him.

"You can't touch this!"

At the moment when he felt the scorching pain, He Songming withdrew his hand with an "ah" like lightning, with a look of pain on his face.Ruan Mobei hurriedly grabbed his hand, and a dark red blister was quickly appearing on his fingertips.

There was no water around, so Ruan Mobei had no choice but to pick up a handful of grass, chew it in his mouth, and spit the mud on the burnt part to cool it down as much as possible.

He was so angry and funny, Ruan Mobei really didn't expect that He Songming was so primitive that he didn't even know that fire couldn't be touched. His behavior was exactly like a newborn baby, who had to pass through all unknown things. To know by touch is entirely based on instinct.

But from the cry of pain just now, Ruan Mobei confirmed that He Songming was not dumb, he just couldn't use language yet.

This is probably the only good thing so far since I came here.

The burn pain intensified, He Songming took a few steps back warily, away from the fire, Ruan Mobei shook his head, and continued to roast food.When the meat was completely cooked and the surface was charred black, he stood up and stepped on the fire.

The smell seduced He Songming, and he stuck his eyes on the barbecue in Ruan Mobei's hands. Ruan Mobei waited for the meat to cool slightly, then tore off the scorched skin, and handed the meat to He Songming.

He Songming held the freshly baked barbecue, sniffed it vigorously, and took a tentative bite.

The moment the meat entered his mouth, his eyes lit up, and he swallowed it whole without caring that it was still hot, and took another big bite.

Ruan Mobei heaved a sigh of relief. It would be great if He Songming was willing to eat it. He didn't have any seasoning in hand, so the taste of the barbecue would definitely not be very exciting, but it was much better than eating it raw.

He put the two flints in his pocket, swept the ground with the toe of his shoe, and looked down for other useful items.

This jungle is rich in resources, and Ruan Mobei picked up three more flints one after another, and temporarily put them in a corner of the cave. As for the water source... there must be a suitable water source nearby, otherwise He Songming would not be able to settle here. Living by water is a must. Innate instinct of almost all living things.

Let He Songming take him to the water source to find the way, Ruan Mobei thought, turned around, and in the next moment, he had a face-to-face with the furry savage.

Ruan Mobei! ! !

Ruan Mobei clutched his chest and jumped back a step, frightened enough.He Songming didn't move at all when he moved, he didn't even know when the other party was sticking behind him!

"...What's wrong?" Ruan Mobei asked feebly.

He Songming stared straight at him with longing eyes, and slowly held the dead pheasant in front of him.

"Do you still want to eat?"

He Songming sent the pheasant to his eyes again, the meaning was quite obvious, Ruan Mobei exhaled heavily, he took the pheasant, picked up the can lid that he had put aside before, sat on the ground, and began to use Deburring of metal sharp edges.

This chicken is quite strong, with a thin piece of metal on the can lid, which is not suitable for such a difficult job as depilation. Ruan Mobei worked hard to pluck the hair on the chest of the pheasant.

He Songming squatted by the side to watch him laboriously clean up, and frowned suspiciously. After a while, he stretched out his hand and snatched the poor pheasant back from Ruan Mobei's hands, grabbed the colorful feathers on its wings, and plucked out a large pheasant. Bundle.

Ruan Mobei......

Is this force really human?

Soon the whole chicken was plucked by He Songming with his bare hands. He Songming returned the bald chicken to Ruan Mobei and continued to look at him expectantly.

Just removing the hair is not enough, the internal organs also need to be dealt with, Ruan Mobei made a gesture of holding water with both hands, brought it to his mouth and took a sip exaggeratedly, and said, "Water, take me to a place with water."

The action was repeated twice, and He Songming suddenly turned around and walked in a certain direction.

understood?Ruan Mobei hurriedly followed behind him. It seemed that He Songming, who was a savage, was as smart as before and could save him a lot of trouble.

Sure enough, the source of water was not far away. After walking about [-] meters, Ruan Mobei heard the sound of gurgling water. A two-meter-wide stream lay in front of him. The stream formed by many mountain streams was clear and crisp. The pebbles at the bottom and the translucent swimming fish are clearly visible.

Ruan Mobei lay down by the stream and drank a couple of sips of water. The pure mountain stream had a slight sweetness, which was much better than the so-called mineral water.

He Songming was still looking at him eagerly. Ruan Mobei tore open the abdominal cavity of the pheasant and threw away the inedible offal. Rise.

Since He Songming took the initiative to touch the fire, Ruan Mobei, who has been watching his movements all the time, slapped his hand off, "I can't eat it."

He Songming suffered from pain, and obediently withdrew his hands. He quietly watched Ruan Mobei wash the pheasant's abdominal cavity with stream water, but he kept glancing at the mass of internal organs from the corner of his eye.

The fishy smell of blood gradually faded away, and Ruan Mobei finally washed the belly of the pheasant. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, stood up, and said, "Okay, let's go roast."

It happened to see He Songming's hand that quickly retracted.

Ruan Mobei......

He Songming looked at his face, and tentatively stretched out his hand towards the internal organs again.

Ruan Mobei raised his eyebrows, and kicked the pile of soft viscera aside, the chicken's lungs and esophagus intestines were covered with grass clippings.

"No."

dirty.Can't eat it.

He Songming withdrew his hand regretfully, followed behind Ruan Mobei, and returned to the cave step by step.

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