I am a Primitive Man

The pottery ‘colander’ was smashed on the forehead. After being shaken, the ash inside that had not been blown away leaked out, spilling Han Cheng’s face.

There was a faint pain in the head, and one eye was fascinated.

Suffering from such an attack caught off guard, Han Cheng subconsciously closed his eyes and tilted his head to one side.

Then his head got into the Kongming Lantern by accident, and the surrounding area suddenly became a little dark.

"What the hell!"

Han Cheng screamed, and scratched his head with both hands reflexively, trying to get rid of what attacked him.

After touching this thing on his hand, the panic in his heart was much less. Through touch, he already knew what it was.

Your uncle!

Isn't it so accurate?

Han Cheng pulled his head out of the Kong Mingdeng who had gone back and forth, and cursed angrily in his heart.

At the most critical moment of being handsome, you gave one. Isn't this a deliberate teardown?

The enraged **** son Han Da wanted to throw this ignorant thing on the ground and vent his breath.

The open one-eyed saw the stone deformed in shock on one side, and then abruptly held back.

"Take it!"

Angrily shoved the Kong Ming Lantern in his hand into the stone hand, and quickly wiped the sore left eye stung by ashes with the back of his right hand.

The shouts of the mountain whistling and tsunami gradually subsided, and the courtyard was calm again and again. It was quieter than when I saw the Kongming lantern flying into the sky, and it was almost audible.

The rest of the place was dark. Above the wall, the place where Han Cheng and the others were staying was not dark at all. There was a pile of fire and lighting.

The existence of flashlights was originally intended to allow people to see their movements clearly, but now...

Seeing the **** son with black ash on his forehead, bending over and constantly wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, everyone's mouth grew wide.

The style of painting changed so suddenly, suddenly that primitive people couldn't accept it, so that the jaw dropped to the ground.

After this kind of consternation continued for a while, many people who had recovered from the consternation began to smile.

Although it is not appropriate to know that this kind of emotion is generated at this time, but don't know why, seeing the **** child on the wall at this time, they can't help but want to laugh.

The fear of the son of God caused by Kong Mingdeng's ascension to heaven has also disappeared.

The Son of God was still the Son of God who was clever and wise and didn't have too much arrogance, and he hadn't become a superlative existence that people dare not touch.

The people who discovered this thing were relieved greatly, and the smiles on their faces became more.

Han Cheng, who wiped his eyes with saliva for a while, finally rescued his eyes from the discomfort.

With his red eyes open, he looked at the people who were holding a smile. It was because Han Cheng's face was thick enough, and he still couldn't bear the embarrassment.

"It's gone, it's gone!"

He looked a little irritable and waved his hands to disperse everyone, and went back to sleep.

At this time, I couldn't say a word of a few words that I had prepared.

Everyone returned to the house one after another, with even greater smiles on their faces.

Han Cheng was extremely depressed. As long as you look at the expressions of these guys with constipation, you will know that in the future, what happened to him tonight will definitely become a hot topic for them.

What's so funny about this?

Isn’t it just being smashed in the head by the Kong Mingdeng, and then putting the head in again? Is it worth so happy?

A group of primitive people with a heinous laugh.

A certain black-grey face muttered to himself in angrily.

When he turned his head and saw that the guy holding the Kongming Lantern was silly and happy, Han Cheng stopped fighting.

If it wasn't for you kid, what Kongming lantern would I have?

Also, your kid is so close to me, didn't you know how to pull me? Still smiling at this time?

The unlucky stone was quickly angered by the enraged **** Han Da, and was slapped twice on the back of the head.

Not only did the two slaps not disappear his smile, but it made him laugh more from ear to ear.

This guy is hopeless...

After Han Cheng gave such a definition to the stone, he angrily followed the ladder and down the wall, all the way to the room where he lived.

I don’t want to be with these few people who have no ethics, I don’t know what the son of God thinks, and the guy who is anxious about what the son of God wants...

The sun was scattered on the ground, warming this piece of land that had just experienced the cold winter, making everything that had been silent for a winter gradually become agitated.

Han Cheng took off his coat and stood in the ditch, holding a shovel in his hand, and constantly shoveling the planed loose soil out of the ditch.

After shoveling the soil, this small flower bed that he had completed independently was completely dug, and finally he could use a stone base.

There were footsteps outside the courtyard, and Han Cheng turned his head, only the stone guy came back trotting all the way, his face full of excitement.

His excitement came from the few long worms in his hand.

Ever since Han Cheng's Kongming lantern made of snake skin flew into the sky, the snakes near the tribe have become **** mildew.

One by one became shivering, as long as they were seen, they would not even want to run away.

Among them, Shishi, the next witch who is not doing his job properly, is the most active, and he has become a natural enemy of snakes.

Stone has made up his mind to make a bigger Kongming lantern, preferably one that can sit on people.

Han Cheng was also very excited. He didn't have the ambition of going to heaven like a stone, but simply rejoiced for the delicate snake meat he was about to eat.

With the accumulation of snake skins, there are stones in the foundation of the small flower bed, and gradually start to increase ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ and finally emerge from the ground and continue to increase.

During this period of time, the green willows by the river held out buds like rice grains and stretched out again.

Various flower buds that had not been conceived for a long time began to bloom, exuding bursts of fragrance, seduce the buzzing flower-picking thieves of the Qingque tribe, and helped them with limited mobility in the past to "push the buttocks", thus completing the feat of inheriting the family.

The swallows that flew back landed on the ropes, and the notes on the staff were generally chirping, discussing how to build a love nest.

Bai Xuemei, who was already a little cherished, took out the silkworm seeds she had collected for a long time and carefully placed them in a dustpan with some tender mulberry leaves, so that the warm sun could awaken these sleeping little lives.

The land area of ​​the Qingque tribe is also increasing. The land that has been turned over is stretching lazily in the warm sun, waiting for the arrival of seeds, thus giving birth to life...

The business combination far from the tribe also did not sit idle, leading the deer, carrying the dog, holding the weapon, carrying the goods and the stone, and continuing to move forward, ready to go to the next tribe.