Chapter 110 Do you call this a wild boar?

The grass is green and the silver stream is brilliant.

Wu Hen felt that this plain had a special color, even a glaze-like feeling in ceramic craftsmanship.

The mountains in the distance overlap each other, with distinct colors and a sacred and tranquil aura.

In the nearby tribe, everything is indeed simple and primitive, but it gives people an inexplicable yearning. It seems that this return to the original nature has already been buried in the genes of every human being, whether it is cultivating to become an immortal or Star Trek, in

I will keep such a peaceful life deep in my heart.

Wu Hen can't tell. It is true that as the middle-aged uncle said, the oldest inheritance is preserved here, gathering, hunting, and endless life. But it is different from the primitive backwardness recorded in the history of books. Their faces are not the kind of tiredness for survival.

The numbness of running around to kill is not the barbarity and stupidity of an undeveloped spiritual mind.

The realm of picture scrolls?

What a special difference.

While Wu Hen was observing, he followed the middle-aged hunting uncle and bypassed the small village of Qingcao Creek.

"Chonghua, you came from upstream, did you see any beasts dead over there?"

At this time, a woman in the village asked loudly,

"What's wrong?

"Today, the stream has a strange smell. Could it be that the water source is polluted?

The middle-aged man in fursuit and his son looked at each other and inexplicably quickened their pace.

When Wu Hen heard these words, he quickly followed the pace of the father and son!

The three of them left Qingcao Stream Saizi without any danger and went to a location closer to Hongxue Mountain. There was also a tribal village there, which was similar in size to the previous one, and seemed to be home to a thousand people.

"Our world of picture scrolls is located in a intertwined alien world, with demons, holy countries, divine stars, strange worlds, and other worlds on its borders. Therefore, there are so many meteors passing through the sky every year, either the losers or the strongest.

Fall, or Tianmang's dead body, but to be honest, angels like you are indeed rare. I will polish it up for you later and introduce it to our ancient tribe. You can integrate into our lives, or you can take a short rest before embarking on the journey again.

During the journey, our ancestors’ instructions require us to treat you meteorites kindly.”

The middle-aged uncle in tiger clothes said.

"Thank you very much. You are the most friendly and simple people I have met while walking in this alien world."

Wu Hen said.

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There is another important thing that I have to make clear to you. Our place is ancient and primitive, and we do not advocate force internally. So no matter how tyrannical and invincible you are in the outside world, you who have fallen from the sky here had better restrain your strength.

…”

The middle-aged man in tiger clothes said,

Wu Hen nodded immediately.

This place is primitive and pure, and we really shouldn’t use force that transcends the nature here! On the one hand, it’s unfair to those who abide by the earliest habits of mankind, and on the other hand, it also desecrates their belief in respecting nature.

The scenery here is beautiful and the people are very nice. No matter how strong you were, you should maintain the awe and respect you deserve.

Following the local customs, Wu Hen also carefully contained the domineering Holy Body that he inadvertently exposed, so as not to frighten these innocent human beings.

Entering the village at the foot of the mountain, Wu Hen found that it was not unusual for outsiders to appear here. There were even many children surrounding him, chirping and asking where Wu Hen was from.

The atmosphere is very easy-going and harmonious.

Wu Hen felt like a college student who had returned to a long-lost place. Some people were curious and others asked. Most of them were cordial and enthusiastic, but it did not affect their original lives.

"You have a rest, you have to go hunting with me and my son tomorrow. After entering here, work is a must. We are hospitable, but we don't like lazy people.

The middle-aged uncle in tiger clothes said.

"No problem, I also need a place for me to adapt again."

Wu Hen said.

It just so happens that all my strength has declined.

Returning to this kind of novice village to level up is very suitable for your current baby's physique.

Anyway, the senses are still there, especially the sense of taste, and it won’t take long for the energy that has disappeared on its own to be eaten back.

Just be afraid, the creatures here are too primitive, they are beasts without any spirituality, so they will need to rest for a long time.

Along the way just now, Wu Hen didn't see any more powerful species except the beast dogs from before.

"Hey, why is there someone tied to a shelf over there?"

Wu Hen saw a man tied up with five flowers in the open space in the middle of the village.

Oh, you are the meat that will be served tomorrow. Let it dry in the sun and remove the smell. You know that sometimes the weather is bad and we can’t hunt, so we have to eat some people.”

The middle-aged tiger-skinned uncle said with a smile.

When Wu Hen heard this, his expression changed.

No, I thought this place was simple and primitive, but I didn't expect it to be so primitive.

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Dad, stop making such silly jokes!"

The young man immediately complained.

"Hehe, it's nothing actually. That man is similar to you, a foreigner, but he doesn't follow our men out to hunt, and he is also domineering. There is no other way. The elders have to tie him up and starve him for a while to see if he is still lazy.

No."

The middle-aged tiger-skinned uncle explained.

Wu Hen breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had gone to the cannibal village.

Fortunately, the man who was tied up in the middle didn't have anything on his body except being tied up, and there were no strange plugs on him.

"Dad, brother, you are back!"

A little wheat-colored girl with a whip flew out of a wooden house like a butterfly happily.

The little girl has dark eyes and delicate cheeks. Although her skin is not snow-white, it still has a youthful and healthy luster. There is a dash of heroism in her flexibility, and she is cute and beautiful at the same time.

Seeing the little girl, Wu Hen immediately thought of another girl who was always waving her little hands. For a long time, like this girl, she liked to happily welcome people who came home.

I don’t know how many years have passed.

How is the little girl doing now? Does she still like to cry and show off her cleverness?

How far away are you from the goddess Nuwa?

The swimming speed of the male and female Earth Vein Dragon Kun exceeds that of human technology. It is possible for it to fly to other universes, so it should have been away from home for who knows how many light years. Whether it has been distorted or not is hard to say.

While her thoughts were wandering, the wheat-colored little girl looked at Wu Hen with her dark eyes, her little cheeks full of curiosity.

"Hello, my name is Wu Hen."

Wu Hen also noticed the little girl's gaze and smiled.

"Hello, brother..."

The little girl was at an age when she just learned to be shy, so she said timidly.

"Sister, this big brother is an angel!"

The young man said happily,

"

Angel?? The kind of mythical person with white wings on his back?"

The little girl said in surprise.

The old father beside him was also nodding his head.

Wu Zong was speechless for a while.

What a disgrace to the father and son when they say they are angels. They join forces to amuse their sister.

Then again, their primitive understanding of life is very broad, and they actually know such things as angels... Shouldn't that thing only exist in the legends of their homeland in the west? Why do they feel like they have seen it real?

Entering the house, a dark-skinned woman was already cooking a pot of mushroom soup. The aroma had already spread outside, making Wu Hen, who had not eaten delicious food for a long time, salivate.

The swarthy woman smiled very gently and gave Wu Hen a bowl first, asking Wu Hen to taste it.

Wu Hen drank it all in one gulp. He forgot to chew the mushrooms with a very crisp texture. The warm mushroom soup passed through his throat and flowed into his stomach. Wu Hen was so excited that he almost burst into tears. It has a taste that can only be found at home. There is no such thing.

Thinking that a person like me, who is no less than an interstellar traveler, can actually taste such mushroom soup, my whole body is inexplicably full of power.

If we didn’t hunt any meat today, let’s eat mushroom soup.”

The tiger-skinned middle-aged man said.

"Well, we have enough at home."

The woman nodded and filled a bowl for her son and husband respectively.
To be continued...