I am a primitive

However, such a good mood quickly dissipated a lot after seeing the broken baby bottle and the basin used for bathing in the bear cub.

"Brother Cheng, has Tuantuan gone back?"

Lying on the kang, Bai Xuemei leaned against Han Cheng, speaking slowly, her thoughts seemed to have reached a bamboo forest in the distance.

"Well, I went back and climbed trees with its mother..."

Han Cheng talked nonsense.

……

"Sleep, you still have to weave tomorrow..."

The two were lying on the kang, talking about each other, talking about the panda for a long time.

"Ah."

Bai Xuemei responded, and closed her eyes in the dark for a while before finally falling asleep.

Han Cheng also fell asleep, and the inside and outside of the tribe fell into silence.

April is approaching the end of the month, there is no moon at night, and on the deep and clean night sky, there are many bright stars inlaid, bright and mysterious.

The person standing guard on the wall, after a long stretch, began to walk in a small area on it, this is to prevent himself from getting too sleepy.

The night is cool and quiet, and occasionally there will be a few frogs singing in the ditch beside the fence.

"Woooooooo..."

The peaceful night was broken by howling wolves, and the sleepy night watchman immediately regained his energy, holding his weapon tightly with both hands, and poked his head out of the wall to look outside.

It's just that there is no moon tonight, and the vision is extremely poor. I can only see very close places, which is still blurry.

No matter how wide the eyes of the night watchmen are.

"Woooooooo..."

The barking of dogs is not continuous, and as time goes by, not only does it not decrease, on the contrary, more and more dogs are involved in it.

The barking was continuous, and there was vigilance in the voice, and some dogs even scratched at the gate, as if they wanted to rush out.

This kind of movement is completely reflected after discovering some danger.

With such a big commotion, the people guarding the wall didn't even need to knock on their clappers. The people who fell asleep in the room were quickly awakened, and after a short period of confusion, they started to get up one after another.

The dark night deepened people's fears, and at the same time caused some chaos. Even if the elder brother was shouting loudly, it was still chaos.

Han Cheng was also awakened from his sleep, and he was startled when he heard the chaotic voices.

Is this someone from other tribes coming over in the middle of the night?

Or did the slaves in the slave yard outside take advantage of the night to rebel?

Han Cheng sat up straight, ignoring Xiao Wandou who was awakened from sleep and cried out in fright.

"Hold your son!"

He hurriedly confessed to Bai Xuemei, held the fire bag in his hand, and walked outside quickly, almost knocking the witch who was also hastily out on the ground.

"God... Son of God, what's wrong..."

Han Cheng groped to help Wu, and Wu asked anxiously, this old man did not want any accidents in the tribe.

"I do not know either."

Han Cheng replied, walked outside with the help of Wu, glanced at the crowd of people, he pulled out the torch in his hand and blew it up, held it high in his hand, and shouted vigorously: "Don't panic! Don't panic!" Panic! Come towards me!"

The dots of light that flashed in the darkness were like a guiding light, pointing out the direction for the panicked crowd, and Han Cheng's vigorous shouting also played a role.

So the chaotic crowd began to quickly gather towards Han Cheng.

"Don't talk! Don't talk!"

Han Cheng continued to shout, and the chaotic people gradually quieted down.

Someone found firewood, Han Chengli lit it with a torch, and the orange flame rose, illuminating everyone, and driving away the last panic in everyone's hearts.

Everyone in the Qingque Tribe looked at the Son of God standing by the fire, and their hearts were at ease. Yes, with the Son of God, what else do they have to be afraid of?

It's strange to say that Han Cheng's combat power is at the middle or lower level in the tribe, but when encountering dangerous things, even the bravest people in the tribe hope to see him.

As long as he is there, they will not be afraid.

This is a bit strange, and no one in the tribe finds it strange, and everyone takes it for granted.

The crowd gathered together, and gradually there was some order. Han Chengcheng asked senior brother Sha to lead some people to the fence, and at the same time arranged some people to carry weapons to guard the gate of the tribe.

At the same time, it is strictly forbidden for anyone to open the gate.

Before that, let the long legs run to the wall first, and shout to the people in the slave yard to confirm whether the movement was made by the slaves in the slave yard.

Han Cheng's mind was spinning rapidly. He felt that what happened tonight was most likely caused by some people in the slave yard rioting.

Otherwise, if there is no resentment or enmity, no tribe will come to attack in the dark.

If it was really the people in the small slave yard who rebelled, or took advantage of this opportunity to rebel, then tomorrow they would have to chop off a few more people's heads.

These guys, probably feel that life is too comfortable, right?

Han Cheng clenched his fists and grumbled secretly.

Little fires lit up in the tribe one after another. It was the torch that Han Cheng had asked people to make with scraps of waste linen mixed with pine resin and animal fat, and was taken out and lit.

The lighting range of oil lamps is limited, and at a time like this, they are far worse than torches.

"God... Son of God, he...they are fine..."

Han Cheng secretly felt ruthless, and ran over with panting long legs.

Hearing what the long legs said, Han Cheng's heart immediately relaxed a little, and the ruthlessness just now disappeared a lot.

Even these people are still sensible, and they didn't regard kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs, otherwise they must know how powerful they are!

"What is attacking the Horde?"

Han Cheng asked as he walked towards the wall.

"No...don't know..."