He raised his arms and looked at his hands that had been grinded by the sand. He was surprised to find that there was something like rotten grass on his skin. Although the pain was endless, he could feel the coolness and numbness that the grass gave off.

"Who did it?" The grass in his hand had obviously been chewed to pieces by someone else. When he thought of the large yellow page, his stomach couldn't help but twitch, and he abruptly sat up, wanting to take the thing in his hand off. Then, he saw that his entire body was filled with this kind of thing.

Then he remembered that there was more than just the incisors, at least there was someone else in the room who could do this for him. He scanned the room, but he didn't find little Chenu in the room, the latch was inserted and the pistol and the sword were both there. In his confusion, he looked under his bed and saw a small figure curled up like a kitten, occupying a fifth of the floor area under the bed.

He didn't stay for long. He was afraid that Feng Zhiling would ask him for more money from the knife, so he kept a close eye on him and couldn't think of any way to steal it. Therefore, he felt embarrassed.

His pair of pure eyes also had a longing and burning look. Apparently, the basic need for food was the most irresistible temptation for any hungry person. Seeing the desire and greed in those eyes, Feng Ji slightly blanked out.

'Is this the look a barbarian should have? 'For the sake of a mouthful of food and for the sake of a little material and to kill, it's not that they were born with a desire to kill, but that reality forced them to do so. Could it be that I'll end up like them? ' He asked himself in his heart, and once again, the thought of walking out surged through his mind.

He was afraid that Little Chenu would push him to death, because each piece of the cake weighed seven or eight pounds, and even if it was only a quarter of a stone, it weighed at least two pounds. The moment he handed the cake over, Little Chenu looked at the peak in surprise, not daring to stretch his hand out even if he was dead.

At the very least, they were not used to eating jujube cakes at the peak. They were light and tasteless, without any taste, just like chewing on white wax, but this was the most official food in the Western Wilderness, full of nutrition, enough to let an adult warrior eat for two days. Most of the food that the servants and children ate was from the chaff left over from grinding jujube cakes, which was even coarser.

That messy hair was even more abstract than a bird's nest, and her black hair was dyed red with sand and dirt. There was also her clothes, which were made from grass stems, and she took out three holes from the bottom and sides of the bag, covering them, and if she were to pull her head and arms into it, it would be an unremarkable bag.

He didn't comment on Little Chenu's disguised ability. After thinking about it, a puppy image suddenly popped up in his mind. It seemed like it wouldn't be difficult to raise a little Chenu like this? Just feed it like a puppy.

"Go wash yourself clean …" "If you wash up, then eat …" After hearing what Feng Zhiling had said to his first follower, Little Qi Nu nodded obediently, turned around, and left the house, leaving behind a pile of fresh grass.

"smarter than a puppy." Tsui Tsui nodded at the moving sack, then spat angrily, "This isn't a dog..."

According to the memories of the Three Claws, the tribe had better healing medicine. Unfortunately, the medicine could only be obtained from the Third Elder, because he was not an official warrior of the tribe, so naturally, he could not get it.

These leaves in front of him should be a common healing medicine used by the slaves, but unfortunately, they didn't have a good healing effect and were slightly poisonous, as evidenced by the itchiness in his wounds.

According to the method he used to extract the flower from the grass, he placed it on top of the leaf and slowly felt the change in the traction force from his fingertip. When he entered into the tranquil state of his heart, his thoughts and the heat from his palm merged together, and in an instant, the heat from his palm turned into ice, and the grass started to wither.

This drop of water emitted an indescribable fragrance, causing Feng Feiyun's brain, who was used to the taste of the wilderness, to calm down. The impatience in his heart disappeared as he stared at the floating drop of water, carefully moving it to the wound on his neck.

After hesitating for a while, Feng Feiyun still decided to land on the back of his hand that was a bit further away from his vital parts. A burst of coolness, as if his wound was covered with an ice-cold paste, made him feel refreshed.

Little Chenu came in naked, his wet hair sticking softly to her face, his whole body dripping with water, his not soft skin was full of bright red spots, as if rubbed by sandpaper. He swept over it, not daring to look closely, he grabbed the beast skin mattress on the bed and threw it on top of the little girl, murmuring, "I'll find a way to make my own clothes, I only have sandpaper cake here, if you don't eat it, I'll starve to death …"

After he finished speaking, he picked up half of the pancake and walked out of the room, feeling a burst of heat on his cheeks. Even though little Chenu was only a little girl who was not even seven years old, he still felt sincerely ashamed.

"Am I a lolicon?" Squatting in front of his own property, he stared at the peak of the sandyjube pie as he thought to himself in bewilderment. Then he thought again, "What is lolicon?"

Chu Feng squatted in front of his house and ate without a care in the world. He watched the endless stream of transport teams carrying sand outside of the fence. Occasionally, one could see an arm or a thigh sticking out from a basket of sand.

The wounds on his body had been cleaned up according to his own method. He could feel that the wounds were healing in a benign way, but he was not prepared to help the others, because the people here had nothing to do with him.

In comparison to the serious work of the tribe warriors, the broken tooth held a knife in one hand, while digging in the sand. Not long after, he saw the broken tooth rolling on the ground, while the tribe warrior was beating it with a broken spear. Seeing this, the mountain suddenly smiled; this was the first smile he had ever had since he arrived in this world.

The incisors are lazy by their own big. At least, A-Da was using another method to take care of him, but he felt that in this world, there wasn't even someone who had made a mistake, someone who had beaten him up.

He never believed that Black Claw was his father, or even the memories of the Three Claws. In the heart of the Three Claws, Black Claw was more like a symbol, an abstract verb, a stranger who didn't have much interaction with them. He didn't know how Big Claw and the Two Claws got along with Black Claw.

"Three claws, three claws! "I've brought you something good …" A series of affectionate shouts pulled the mountain away from the broken teeth. Turning around, he saw a smiling tribal warrior carrying a plate of oily barbecued meat, walking towards him.

The blade of the scabbard was covered with various kinds of black and yellow stains. On the other hand, he was clean, and gave people a new impression of him. At least, a person who loved cleanliness was easier to accept than a dirty person.

If he remembered correctly, this person should be in charge of the animal husbandry of the tribe. During the major celebrations, the roast meat that the attendants were looking forward to the most was personally distributed by him, and what was rare was that he was able to distribute it to the attendants just right according to the status of Ah Da in the tribe. In his memory, every festival, the three claws received only second to the Big and the Second claws.

"A lot of animals died yesterday, so I'm afraid you don't know about the meat today. Didn't I send it over for you?"

"Thank you Uncle Zi Zi. Do you have all of your attendants?" He carefully looked left and right, then mysteriously said to the peak, "Don't make any noise, you're the only one here, you don't even have a big claw. Yesterday, you killed Kui Tu, which scared us, so if we want to eat meat in the future, we can tell your uncle that even if uncle Ji Zi doesn't want to eat it, we'll still have to keep it with you …"

This plate of roasted meat didn't have a lid. Everyone knew that the roasted meat was being served, but he didn't understand the logic behind it. He didn't have the claws, but did he? Could it be the reward for killing Kui Tu?

He swayed his butt which was a little fatter than the others and turned around to leave. On the way, he even craftily kicked the half-dead Servant Qi, who had no eyes, half to death, but he was not a magnanimous person. Looking at the back of the pole, the peak frowned; it felt like his palm was actually heating up …

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