Traveling through the world of beasts: Lingquan space has some fields

Ma Tian's originally twisted legs were bent in an incredible way. Qiao Xin found two boards to clamp them on.

Back at the tribe, the orcs with no broken bones were lying in the open space to rest, while Ma Tian and Xiong Hui, with broken bones, looked defeated and lifeless.

Lang Rui directed some people to kill the pigs and some to start cooking.

The stone pot that had been knocked down by the wild boar stood up again, and the fire quickly rose.

Qiao Xin took a few sips of hot water and returned to the corner where the wounded rested.

In the canyon, she simply straightened Ma Tian's Xiong Hui's bones and fixed them with a board. Now she wanted to see if there were any problems with their wounds.

As soon as he came over, he saw Xiong Hui, who had gray hair on his temples, with tears streaming down his face.

"Is the wound hurting?"

Xiong Hui shook his head. He had already gone through half of his life. Unexpectedly, when life got better, his hand was broken. He still had Xiong Shi to raise. What would he do in the future?

"My arm is broken, the tribe will definitely kick me out."

Qiao Xin was stunned, "Who said that?"

Xiong Hui closed his eyes in despair.

Ma Tian next to him felt the same way. This was the second time he had broken his leg, and the pain in his heart only increased.

Because he didn't want to leave the Chinese tribe, this place took in him, a disabled orc with no merit, but there was no discrimination against him.

The first time he broke his leg was during a hunting trip in his previous tribe. After he was carried back to the tribe, the Wulian tribe of their tribe did not let him in. They stopped him at the gate of the tribe and concluded that he had been raped. The orc cursed by the beast god gave him some food and asked him to leave the tribe and fend for himself.

It was his parents who knelt down and begged witches, and promised to eat the same food regardless of tribe, so they reluctantly kept it.

When the house leaks, it rains continuously all night, and bad luck comes only to the poor.

Now that it was broken again, he was sure that the witch would not drive him away, but he could understand Xiong Hui's mood.

After all, Xiong Hui has no parents and only has a cub.

Qiao Xin thought that Xiong Hui was afraid that Lang Rui would drive him out of the tribe, so she assured him: "Don't worry, the tribe will not drive you away. You are a person who contributes to the tribe."

She checked the broken bones of the two people and found that they were not out of place. She took out a black pill and said, "Take it. It will be useful for the wound."

Xiong Hui trembled as he took the medicine, raised his neck, and drank it.

He had seen this kind of pill before. The shaman would give this medicine to the orcs in the tribe who were too old to move, and then send them into the mountains.

I heard that after taking this medicine, there will be no pain when eaten by wild animals.

Xiong Hui closed his eyes and lay waiting for death.

Seeing Xiong Hui's reaction, Ma Tian seemed to have thought of something! She glanced at Qiao Xin secretly, her face was calm and there was nothing unusual about it.

It shouldn't be poison!

He hesitated for a moment, and by raising his head, he held the medicine between his fingers without swallowing it.

Qiao Xin watched them finish their medicine and leave.

Ma Tian followed Xiong Hui's example and closed his eyes.

The pork from the previous trip has been processed, smeared with salt and ginger one by one, and put in a basket for marinating.

Pure pork offal was stewed in two large stone pots, and a large piece of barbecue was placed on a stick on the fire.

She could smell the fragrance from a long distance away, and her stomach began to rebel after not eating for a day.

She was the only one who had the most leisure time. She squatted in front of the stone pot, staring longingly at the water in the pot, constantly secreting saliva.

As soon as Lang Rui carried six baskets of chopped meat back from the creek, he saw Qiao Xin's eager eyes.

He walked to the place where the bowls were placed, took out Qiao Xin's iron box, scooped out a bowl and put it in her hand.

"Eat!" Seeing that the child was so hungry, he wanted to throw himself into the pot.

"what?"

Lang Rui came closer and nuzzled her ears, "After you finish eating, you can perform a harvest ritual dance."

"What the hell? Harvest sacrificial dance?" In the past, it was not enough to pretend to be a ghost, but we also had to perform the harvest sacrificial dance?

The harvest has nothing to do with beasts and gods, everyone is obviously risking their lives.

Hunting is more comfortable than being a witch!

Seeing her expression of embarrassment, Lang Rui touched her head and said, "Dance as you like, they don't understand."

"Last time, 60 baskets of meat didn't even come out."

"This time is different. Not only is there more, but this is not a normal hunt. Unexpected situations are the easiest to unite people's hearts."

How could Qiao Xin not understand that this is the key to repelling a group of monster invasions in the last days to stabilize the morale of the army?

Just like how Lang Rui howled after the war.

"Do I have to dance today?"

"Let's dance less in the future." It means we must dance this time.

After seeing that Qiao Xin's face was not that ugly, Lang Rui reminded him: "Don't take the wrong black dragon's scepter."

"..." I just got it wrong once, that's all! This time she specially picked out the one and placed it in a specific location in the space, so that she would not take it by mistake in the future.

The female orcs who did not participate in the battle finished processing all the wild boars, and the two of them carried baskets of meat and placed them in the center of the open space.

The cubs also followed behind the adults, carrying or carrying smaller baskets.

Qiao Xin accurately took out the black dragon scepter, walked to the center of the open space, did radio gymnastics, and sang a song "Celebrating the Harvest" that suited the occasion.

Lang Rui looked at the girl who was holding a scepter and wearing a striped animal skin skirt from a distance. Her body was completely inconsistent with the singing voice. He thought to himself, it would be crazy if she could communicate with the gods.

After all, except for the witch-like scepter, every part of the girl's body is filled with atheist rebellion.

Not at all like a true believer in God.

But so what, Lang Rui doesn't care about this at all.

Except for those who were lying down and unable to move, all the 53 members of the Huaxia tribe put down what they were doing and ran around the fire, singing and dancing around the bonfire.

Under the firelight, everyone's face was filled with the joy of harvest.

After finishing a set of radio gymnastics, Qiao Xin glanced at Lang Rui, do you still want to dance?

Lang Rui pulled her into the crowd and swayed her body with the crowd.

At first she was still a little resistant, but the atmosphere was there, and her stiff body began to relax, and she imitated Lang Rui's dance.

The molten gold eyes reflected firelight, and they were as charming as diamonds.

Tonight, everyone can eat until they are full.

After dancing for a while, Qiao Xin returned to the fire, which held her big iron pot.

Big bones are stewed inside, and the meat on the bones is connected to the tendons. The soup is stewed until it is milky white.

Mao Bai added green roots to it, and occasionally you can see green roots floating up and sinking again.

A whole piece of pork liver and thinly sliced ​​pork belly were grilled on the wooden rack next to it.

Normally, the cubs would come over when eating, waiting for Qiao Xin to feed her.

But today, sitting next to Qiao Xin was Lang Rui, an upright young man with his arms lazily resting on his knees. His thin muscles were covered with a layer of sweat, and his indifferent eyes always gave people a sense of distance.

The cubs didn't dare to move forward.

Mao Bai's craftsmanship can make simple ingredients taste wonderful with only salt and ginger.

Qiao Xin danced for a while. The pork offal soup she drank before had been consumed long ago. Now she saw the big stick bones in the pot and was hungry again.

He reached for the pot and was burned, so he quickly pulled his hand back.

Lang Rui reached into the pot, took one for her, and put it into her iron box, "Let it cool for a while before eating it. It's hot."

Qiao Xin glanced at his hand, which was not even red at all, unlike hers, which was all red.

Qiao Xin waited for the bones to cool, picked up the sour fruit on the side, and squeezed the juice into the barbecue. The sour juice could neutralize the greasiness of the barbecue. She liked the taste very much.

After squeezing, he turned over the barbecue with chopsticks, took one piece himself, and threw one piece into Lang Rui's bowl.

When Lang Rui wanted to drink soup, the bowl was piled high with barbecued meat.

He was stunned for a moment and looked at Qiao Xin aside, only to find that she had turned into a little raccoon and was competing with flesh and bones.

Lang Rui didn't mind that the barbecue was already cold. He tasted it carefully. It was the most delicious meat he had ever eaten. He thought he might never forget it in his life.

His eyes fell on the fire, and his eyes were firmer than ever before.