I am a Primitive Man

After tossing like this for nearly a night, until it was almost dawn, the bright state was considered to be stable, and he fell into a deep sleep.

Han Cheng stayed here for a while, seeing that Liang seemed to be all right, he looked at the elder brother and others in the room who also hadn't slept all night, waved his hands quietly, and arranged things in a low voice.

Arrange a person to replace Liang's spouse to guard Liang here, and let the rest go back to rest.

Son of God...

The elder brother and others worried about Liang's situation, and only went to sleep after learning from Han Cheng that Liang was basically fine.

Han Cheng dragged the drowsy Bai Xuemei to his room.

This girl, Han Cheng asked her to go back to sleep, she refused, and insisted on staying here with Han Cheng, and then she couldn't help dozing off, so Han Cheng let her sleep on another kang in the room.

It was the lowest temperature of the day at this time, and it seemed very cold to go out of the house.

Bai Xuemei held Han Cheng's hand tightly, not knowing whether it was cold or fear, her body was shaking a little.

Han Cheng looked up at the sky, and there were a few scattered stars in the white night sky.

In the later generations, he didn't think the ancestors in the myths and legends were so great.

Now that I have returned to the primitive era, after experiencing these things myself, I can deeply appreciate the difficulty of the ancestors.

He has mottled knowledge and insights that are tens of thousands of years ahead, and he is still struggling in this era, bumping into walls everywhere.

I really don't know how those ancestors struggled, stepped out of the wilderness step by step, and embarked on a glorious road.

On this road that is getting brighter and wider, there are countless people like Liang lying down.

Pangu, Kuafu, Nuwa, Shennong, Fuxi... these famous ones, and more unknown ancestors who fought against heaven and earth...

Compared with the forefathers who cut through thorns and thorns, the hardships that I have experienced in later generations and now are not worth mentioning at all.

The sky is getting brighter and brighter, and the few lonely stars are gradually disappearing, but the earth is still immersed in darkness.

the boundary between heaven and earth,

At this time, it appears blurred and distinct.

Brother Cheng...

Shivering from the cold, Bai Xuemei shook Han Cheng, who was staring at the sky in a daze, with her hands, and shouted softly.

Han Cheng stopped his fluttering thoughts, and with his still agitated mood, he stretched out his hand on Bai Xuemei's croissant braid, fiddled with it, and took little Bai Xuemei's hand and walked towards the house.

When I walked to the door, I saw a faint light in the room through the gap in the door.

Han Cheng pushed the door open with doubts, only to see the lights in the room like beans.

Leaning against the back wall and placing it in front of the totem pole in the middle of the random couplet of the big blue bird god, hurrying like a law, kneeling down to worship a person.

Looking at the back, it was Wu who had already returned to the room and was sleeping deeply at this time.

After Han Cheng was stunned for a moment, his nose felt a little sore.

He stayed up all night without sleep, and felt a little uncomfortable.

Wu, an old man, knelt here and prayed for nearly a night!

witch.

Han Cheng shouted.

After a pause, as if he had finished praying, Wu turned his head and smiled at Han Cheng.

Tried to get up, but failed.

Han Cheng and Bai Xuemei hurried forward to help Wu slowly.

Bright?

Sitting hard on the wooden pier, Wu didn't have time to rub his almost unconscious legs, so he asked Liang how he was doing.

Liang is fine.

Han Cheng sniffed and said.

Wu smiled happily.

Wu, you can't pray all night like this in the future.

Han Cheng said seriously while rubbing Wu's legs.

Wu smiled: I can't do anything else...

Can't do other things well, so regardless of his old age, he prayed to the gods for a whole night, wanting to pray for blessings for the people of the tribe with his sincerity?

Han Cheng sniffed, pointed to the totem pole, and then pointed to his chest, and said seriously to Wu: You can't pray all night, as the gods said, the gods have to sleep too.

Wu opened his mouth, looking astonished and stunned, obviously he didn't expect that the majestic god would also sleep.

The gods, like us, also need to sleep. You prayed all night that the gods couldn't sleep, so you told me.

Han Cheng said seriously.

Wu's age is not too young, and if he continues like this for a long time, his body may not be able to bear it.

It is obviously impossible to persuade him through normal channels, so Han Cheng, who is wearing the halo of the Son of God, moved out the banner of the god of heaven.

This big flag was really easy to use, and the witch was tongue-tied for a while, and then he followed suit.

Han Cheng and Bai Xuemei helped Wu to move around in the room for a while, and helped Wu to the bed. After falling asleep, Han Cheng and Bai Xuemei went back to their room and went to sleep on the kang.

Lying on the Kang and hugging Bai Xuemei, Han Cheng fell asleep after a while.

At this time, the sky was completely bright.

Last night, Bai Xuemei slept for a long time, and she was not so sleepy at this time.

She didn't move, and was hugged by Han Cheng obediently. She blinked her eyes and looked seriously at Brother Cheng, who was not much older than herself, who was holding her.

The seemingly omniscient and omnipotent Brother Cheng really looks like a minor at this time.

I don't know why, Bai Xuemei suddenly felt very uncomfortable, and hugged Han Cheng slightly with her arms, and her body was closer to Han Cheng...

Han Cheng didn't wake up until noon, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the two dark eyes of Bai Xuemei in his arms.

Han Cheng leaned over and kissed her on the lips.

soft, warm...

Han Cheng didn't wash up when he got up, so he went over there to see Liang first.

Liang's condition has stabilized, and he is still sleeping. After inquiring about other people who were guarding him, and knowing some things, he finally felt completely relieved.

In the afternoon, Liang woke up, regardless of his weakness, insisted on washing first.

Then he barely drank a bowl of broth, and the whole person was completely revived.

Are you scared?

Han Cheng asked him.

Liang wanted to shake his head, but after thinking about it, he nodded.

Do you regret it?

Liang thought for a while, then shook his head vigorously.

Do you still dare in the future?

Han Cheng asked him with a smile.

dare!

Liang nodded vigorously.

Wait a while and try again.

He smiled with some fear and said.

Han Cheng reached out and patted him on the shoulder vigorously, but did not speak again.

There was something extra in Han Cheng's hand, a plant to be exact.

This plant belongs to the low type, about the size of a bowl lying on the ground.

Dark blue, the leaves are narrow and long, and the rhizome below is yellowish brown. After being broken, yellowish thick juice flows out.

Liang was poisoned after eating the juice from the root of this plant.

Han Cheng has no memory of this plant, and has never seen it in later generations, but now it has a name, called Poison Bright Grass.

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