I am a Primitive Man

...This is when I came back. I passed by the Red Tiger Tribe and saw this little tiger.

...I've never seen such a small tiger. Seeing that it doesn't hurt anyone, I brought it back...

In the Tieshan residential area under construction, Xiong Youer spoke aloud, telling Han Cheng the experience of discovering this super small tiger cub.

Don't look at this guy's small size, but the temperature on his body is not low. Put it on your chest, it's warm and very comfortable.

Xiong You'er turned on the chatter mode again, and started talking to Han Cheng continuously, telling about the things between him and the little tiger.

Meow~

Meow~

During his talkative narration, there was always background music playing in a loop.

At this time, the small, furry little guy had been transferred from Xiong Youer's arms to Han Cheng's hands.

I don't know if it's the recognition of life, or the temperature outside is too low, or Han's growth is too ugly, which scares the cat.

The little guy he held in his hands kept calling here, looking uneasy.

Looking at the little guy in his hand, Han Cheng's face was full of joy, and the whole person was extremely happy.

Here, he encountered another creature he was familiar with.

For cats, as a person from later generations, Han Cheng has a different feeling.

I don't know how such a small thing grows, and what kind of soul is inside its body.

Such a small body is the most capable of capturing people's hearts.

It can make you happy with it for a while, and angry for a while.

Sometimes, I really want to give it a good beating, but looking at its pitiful appearance, I can't do it.

Han Cheng not only likes cats, but even envies cats very much most of the time.

I've thought about it more than once,

Let yourself become the lazy cat in the arms of the beautiful lady.

What a happy thing this is!

You can bury your head in the soft, milky meat pad and sleep to your heart's content.

Sometimes, when the mood comes, you can stretch out your little claws and play hooligans openly...

This is really a happy thing!

Just thinking about it makes people feel comfortable.

Of course, this is not the happiest thing. The happiest thing is actually the dogs fed by some beautiful single ladies...

After all, after becoming a cat owner, restricted by his body size, he can only use his hands and feet to live a dry addiction.

But the dog is completely different...

Meow~

A cry with a milky sound interrupted Han Cheng's thoughts and brought him back to reality.

Han Cheng couldn't help but shook his head vigorously, and gave himself a hard pooh.

Thinking about myself, a divine son of the Qingque tribe, a traveler who has traveled from later generations and has seen the world, how could he think of such a wretched thing? !

Everything just now was an illusion, an illusion!

It's something that never happened.

How could a person with good moral character, upright, kind heart who doesn't know what a fighting movie is going on in a closed room have such nasty thoughts?

Who will believe this thing?

Holding this little milk cat in his hand, after abandoning some dirty and dark thoughts, the more Han Cheng looked at this little guy, the happier he became.

Under such circumstances, the little milk cat that was discovered and brought back by Xiong Youer soon changed hands.

Although I feel that placing such a small tiger on my chest is very warm, but after seeing the most respected Shenzi love this little tiger called cat by Shenzi, Xiong Youer is still very straightforward. So I broke up with this little milk cat.

Just like that, under the panicked gaze of this little milk cat, it met Han Cheng, an unscrupulous master, and was taken away.

God, it seems to be too cold.

Xiong Youer at the side looked at the meowing little milk cat, and said this aloud to remind Han Cheng.

Han Cheng is good at what he does.

After thinking for a while, he agreed with Xiong Youer's words, followed Xiong Youer's example, reached out and stuffed the little milk cat into his arms, warming it with body temperature.

Meow~

Meow……

Xiong Youer's proposal is obviously incorrect.

If it's correct, the little guy who was put into Han Cheng's arms wouldn't be meowing non-stop.

After thinking like this for a while, Han Cheng took the little guy out of his arms again.

Hold it in your hand and watch it carefully.

The little guy has not been born for a long time, and he looks small, with a childish and milky look.

Small body.

With fluffy hair, it doesn't look thin.

But when you hold it in your hand, you will find that its obesity is just a false phenomenon.

Actually this guy is not fat at all.

Far from reaching the level of fat cats.

It can even be described as skinny.

Did it eat while on the road?

Han Cheng asked Xiong You'er a question.

have eaten!

Xiong Youer said firmly.

I feed it some boiled rice grains and some boiled dried vegetables.

Xiong Youer said so.

After a short pause, Xiong You'er thought for a while and added: It grows small, and its appetite is also very small. It is full after only a few grains of rice, so it won't continue to eat.

Looking at Xiong Youer who was talking seriously there, and looking at the hungry little milk cat in his hand that could be described as skinny, Han Cheng couldn't help but twitch.

This is a small appetite, is it already full after eating only a few grains of rice?

This is obviously hungry!

Powerlessly complaining about Xiong Youer's words and actions in his heart, Han Cheng's eyes turned, and then fell on Fu Jiang beside him.

I saw that Fu Jiang, who looked a bit old, was now here with his head down, using his jagged teeth to chew on the grass growing on the ground.

Seeing such a scene, while Han Cheng's face twitched, his heart suddenly became relieved.

Yes, once you enter your own tribe, all animals must be vegetarian!

In the past, the dogs headed by Fu will be like this.

Now, this little milk cat is going to do the same.

Such a rule cannot be broken.

If the dogs in the tribe who were domesticated from wolves hadn't been changed to be mainly vegetarians, even if the Qingque tribe is already very powerful, feeding so many dogs would still be under a lot of pressure.

However, this little milk cat's life in the future is destined to be much happier than Fu Jiang's.

At least in terms of food, they are much happier than Fu Jiang.

This is not because Han Cheng is biased, like people in later generations, he will be captured by cats and willingly become a hardworking and great shit shoveler, but because dogs and cats have too much awareness of the objects they prey on.

Because of their relatively large size, the prey that dogs capture is basically small prey.

These prey can basically be eaten by humans.

The cat is gone.

The things caught are too small, such as mice and toads, it is really hard for people to eat.

Only a few powerful cats can occasionally catch some pheasants and hares and bring them back...

Because the prey caught by cats is basically not eaten by humans, so in daily life, cats have better food than dogs.

Thinking about these things in his heart, Han Cheng stood here and said a few words to Xiong You'er, then took this meowing little guy who kept making small milk noises, and headed towards the place where he lived here.

On the side, Fu Jiang, who was working hard to practice vegetarianism, lowered his head and gnawed at the green grass with his thin teeth, shook his hair when he saw that Han Cheng had left, followed behind Han Cheng, and walked forward, letting go. I picked up these few green grasses that are rarely seen in winter.

General Fu, take care of it.

Han Cheng took the little guy back and got him something to eat.

It is too inconvenient to hold such a guy who keeps meowing in his hands.

Han Cheng thought for a while, then put the little guy on Fu Jiang's back, and said this to Fu Jiang.

Of course, besides making it easier for him to get food for the little guy, another reason is that he wants to cultivate the relationship between Fu Jiang and the little guy.

Let the little guy pay his respects to the big brother of the Qingque tribe in the animal world.

This is the most invincible existence in the entire Qingque tribe, except for Uncle Lu, who is also somewhat old and absolutely responsible.

Even those chubby guys in the tribe need to line up at the back.

Finally out of Li Hancheng's clutches, the little guy immediately became a lot easier.

But it soon became more panicked, because it found itself standing on the head of a big guy who didn't know what it was, but looked very fierce.

At this time, he didn't dare to go down, so he could only stand on Fu Jiang's dog's head and tremble.

The helpless little tail has nowhere to rest, just like a pair of helpless little hands of a human being, it keeps dangling back and forth.

The difference is that the human hands do not have as many and dense hairs as the tail.

And the human hand is not above the dog's head.

So after a while like this, something went wrong.

Fu Jiang listened to Han Cheng very much.

Fu Jiang didn't know what to do with this little guy who was suddenly put on the top of his forehead by his unscrupulous master.

The only way to keep this posture still is to prevent this little guy from falling.

At the same time, the two eyes are wide open, and while protruding outward, they are constantly turning upwards, revealing the big whites of the eyes, looking at the little guy on the top of his forehead.

At the same time, the mouth couldn't help but grinned open, revealing the thin teeth that were still stained with two pieces of grass.

Such a scene was extremely funny, and Han Cheng couldn't help laughing out loud.

Puff Chi~Hah, Hoh~

A voice suddenly sounded at this moment.

This is of course not because Han Cheng couldn't help laughing because of Fu Jiang's funny appearance (the dog's head saves his life), but because Fu Jiang really can't bear the fluffy little tail that sweeps back and forth on his nose up.

Suddenly let out a sneeze.

The dog's head also followed this for a long time, and finally sneezed, and shook it violently.

After the sneeze, the itching still persisted, and Fu Jiang's nose continued to 'snack, squeak' several times.

He lowered his head, buried it on the ground, and rubbed it with his two front paws.

And under its series of movements, the little kitten squatting on top of its head had already flew aside in the air.

The little milk cat, who was made to fly far away by a sneeze, and then relied on its own excellent balance to land on all fours and stood firmly on the ground, was completely dazed.

Both eyes rolled, full of question marks.

Who am I? Where am I?

What just happened?

After being stunned for a short moment, the little milk cat finally came to his senses.

From being caught to now, it finally found a chance to escape.

Dang even tried his best to move his four calves, and quickly moved towards the rest of the place, starting his way of escape.

At this time, Fu Jiang, a somewhat old dog, hadn't recovered from the itching.

Still tilting his head, he kept rubbing his two paws on his nose to relieve the itching.

Han Cheng, who was pouring some deer milk into a shallow bowl with an earthen jar, naturally saw the fleeing little milk cat.

However, Han Cheng didn't rush to catch it. He was still doing what he was doing before, pouring boiled deer milk into the shallow container.

Of course, it's not that Han Cheng has absolute confidence in his reaching out, thinking that even if he lets this guy do three tricks, let him run for fifty meters first, and then he makes a move, he can easily deal with it.

Instead, he has absolute confidence in the lucky generals on the side.

This old dog is very, very good when he really moves.

At least it's not a problem to catch these little guys like the little milk cat.

This is a matter of mouth.

As expected, things did not go as Han Cheng expected. Fu Jiang, who tilted his head and kept rubbing his paws on his nose, rushed towards the direction where the little milk cat was escaping after alleviating the itching of his nose.

With a wave of excitement.

With three or two strokes, he has already jumped to the side of the little guy.

Then he slammed his mouth cleanly, and with just two slaps, he had already caught the little milk cat who wanted to abscond.

Then he ran towards Han Cheng without stopping, leaving behind the panicked meowing of the little milk cat.

Fu Jiang came to Han Cheng's side, let go of his mouth, put down the little milk cat, turned around and looked at Han Cheng, wagging his tail constantly, as if asking for credit.

It claimed credit here, and the little milk cat once again took the opportunity to abscond.

Fu Jiang, whose excitement in his body had been fully mobilized, immediately jumped over and captured him easily again...

Cats and dogs are enemies, and the correctness of this sentence can be seen from the happy general who captured the little milk cat at this time, and the anxious meowing little milk cat.

In the midst of such commotion, Han Cheng placed the shallow container of deer milk in his hand beside the little milk cat...