Chapter 978: little guy
The night falls into the world, the mountains are hidden in the darkness, the day is quite lively, and the vast wilderness is scattered with people. At this moment, no one can be seen.
Some are just roaring beasts, the most primitive and bloodiest fight.
Thousands of weird roars came and went one after another in the darkness, and from time to time there was a terrifying black shadow passing by in the mountains, straight into the sky.
This is the great wilderness at night, the forbidden place for ordinary creatures, and the night belongs to the realm of the ancient heritage, the peerless powerhouse.
At the corner of the Great Wilderness, in a mountain range, there is a little light.
Compared with the overwhelming darkness that envelops the world, this light is not much different from candlelight.
And if you look closer, it’s not a fire source, but a willow tree that shines.
No, it is not very appropriate to describe it as one plant.
Only half of this willow tree is left. The trunk is more than ten meters in diameter, but it is charred and black, like black charcoal.
Except for the half of the trunk, it has a willow branch left.
This branch is very healthy, green and green, and even a little too healthy, in sharp contrast with the scorched and dead main stem.
Because this willow branch is shining, it is the light source that is like a candlelight.
Its light envelops a village behind, sheltering this seemingly primitive village, and at its roots...
one person.
As a point of pulling the wind in the dark night of the Great Wilderness, the willow will of course attract some existential attention.
For example, covering the sky and obscuring the sun, every time you flap its wings, it will bring up a big bird with a violent wind.
For example, a humanoid standing creature that is tall as a mountain, with blood red eyes, and a fishy walk.
For example, wherever you go, there is a big silver centipede filled with black evil.
But without exception, when passing by this village, they did not choose to offend, but looked at the willow tree and chose to leave.
As for the person under the willow tree, they did not find anyone there at all. In their vision, it was the same as other places, but it was barren soil.
In this way, under the protection of willow trees, this village spent another night in the wilderness, ushering in the dawn.
In the early morning, the sun is rising, and the sun shines all over the earth, dispelling the darkness that makes people feel particularly long.
The willow tree has converged, and the light has diffused, just like an ordinary willow tree that has been struck by thunder but survived tenaciously.
is extremely ordinary.
In the village sheltered by willow trees, there are a group of children, from four or five to more than ten years old, exercising in a clearing in front of the village.
is doing some strange moves, showing his boxing skills, very immature, but everyone is serious.
A middle-aged man is in front of these little kids, pointing them and correcting their movements.
"The sun is rising, everything is beginning, and the vitality of life is most vigorous..."
This middle-aged man has a serious face, and he just talks about it, let’s talk about it, probably to let these little kids exercise well and don’t let down the good time.
"Understand?" At the end, the man shouted like this, and then got a loud answer from the kids.
This makes middle-aged men very satisfied.
These younger generations in the village are very good, and they will grow up in the future to ensure the development of the village.
The premise is not to encounter any force majeure factors.
"Understood!"
At this moment, a milky voice rang, and the answer was clearly behind everyone.
It was a very young child, who looked only one or two years old. It was estimated that he had just learned to walk, and there was still a milky white unknown substance hanging on the corner of his mouth.
now also quietly mixed into the team, following exercise.
yelled "hmm haha" in his mouth, and the whole person was constantly swaying and doing movements.
But he is too young, it can be said that he is a small, shaky, very cute, everyone looks at him, the atmosphere is a little more relaxed.
It's small, white and tender, very beautiful and cute, with big eyes, and it keeps turning around.
That immature still carried some unconventional movements, humming and humming in his mouth, making everyone who noticed here smile.
This kid, people in the village like him very much.
"Hey, hey, tired die."
I practiced for a while, but I couldn't do it anymore, the whole person "slapped" and sat on the ground with a series of words of unknown meaning in his mouth.
His **** eyes watched the older children practicing, but he was distracted after only a short while.
He saw a five-colored tit!
This aroused his interest. As soon as his eyes lit up, he went to chase the bird with shaky steps.
It's a pity that I didn't catch the five-colored finches even after falling several times.
But the little one didn’t cry, and when he got up, he continued chasing the birds happily, having a great time.
"Ah, I can't chase anymore, huh, huh." Xiao Dui chased for a while, and then sat down on the ground.
is too young and tired after a while.
can only sit on the ground, staring at the five-colored bird flying around with big eyes.
After a while, everyone had finished their morning exercises, and it was time for dinner. I heard everyone in the village shout for dinner, and reacted.
The bird stopped chasing, and ran to his own house quickly.
"Small, I'm eating!" The old patriarch of this village called out, and Small just ran in.
There is a clay pot in front of the old patriarch. There is a white liquid in the pot, which smells of milk.
This is animal milk.
In the village, everyone knows that since I was a child, I had no parents. I grew up drinking beast milk. Today, I am still very young, but I don’t need to drink milk anymore.
But there is no way, I don’t like it.
"I don't know how to eat milk again!" The other children in the village heard it and shouted like a roar. Everyone laughed very happily.
Xiao Budian was not affected by the laughter of other people in the slightest, followed with a silly smile, and then watched eagerly as the old patriarch took the clay pot from the stove and placed it in front of him.
Xiao Budian picked up a wooden spoon, put it into the clay pot, scooped the milk, and delivered it to her mouth. She suddenly narrowed her eyes, and she was very enjoyable.
A mouthful of milk every day, better than a living god.
After breakfast, the old patriarch left the room, his little eyeballs turned around, he took a stone bowl, scooped the remaining milk into the stone bowl, and ran out secretly holding the stone bowl.
The patriarch grandfather does not object to him drinking milk, but he will not let him drink it all the time. He scoops some now, and he can take a sip whenever he wants to drink later!
Although he couldn't help but drink it up in one sip.
Of course, Shi Yunfeng, the old patriarch of this village, also noticed the minor behavior. He smiled and shook his head, and didn't care about it. Instead, he went to some stronger people in the village to discuss something.
And Xiao Budian was holding the stone bowl and trotting all the way. What's strange is that Xiao Budian, who was holding the milk of the beast, swayed, but it was stable, and he never fell once.
In the end, Xiaobudian ran to the willow tree and looked around secretly. Someone must be someone. After all, the village is so big, Xiaobudian came near the willow tree, and he would be seen at a glance.
However, when everyone sees that he is little and what he is holding in his arms, they all just smile, and they are not called little.
The village is so petty.
Finally, Xiao Budian looked at the beast milk in the bowl. He felt that he was hungry again after running for such a distance.
want to drink.
Little thought, raising the stone bowl to deliver it to his mouth, but in the process, he saw something that made his hand stop.
"Huh? Is someone sleeping?"
He saw a person lying under the willow tree!
Xiao Budian scratched his head and looked at Willow. Although he was ignorant, he also knew the identity of Willow.
Xiao Budian hugged the stone bowl in his arms again, and then took a small step towards the person lying under the willow tree.
There is still within the scope of the village, sheltered by the sacrificial spirit.
This step has caused many things to slide in another direction.
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