Chapter 291: Brother, why are you sweating

There are not many dark clouds above the head, and the sky is clearing up, and there will be no more floods. Why is the son of God still not letting go?
The big brother and the others looked at each other, full of puzzlement.
They are watching Han Cheng, but Han Cheng is watching the sky.
Today's sky, at the very beginning, it rose from the northwest.
The dark clouds above my head are now thin, but the northwest is still a piece of Wutengteng.
This shows that there is likely to be heavy rain over there.
The northwest is the upper reaches of the river, and there are many hills, and the collection of rainwater is fast. At this time, rowing the boat to continue on the road, it is very likely to collide with the head of the water.
There are two things that cannot be overturned, and it is best to avoid this kind of possible danger.
People say that a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, and Han Cheng, who is not a gentleman, also does his best not to stand under a dangerous wall.
Delay some time, delay some time, safety is the most important.
Han Cheng told his big brothers and sorrows about his thoughts, and these people will believe them.
Han Cheng is not sure that he will send water, but it is not wrong to be careful.
A few faint rays of sunlight came out of the clouds and shone on the land.
Big brother and others look at the river without the slightest change, then look at the sky...
But after delaying for a while, I wanted to carry the boat down, and then continue on the road. It was impossible to rush back before dark. I could only hold back the unbearable homesickness, search for firewood and other things, and stay here overnight.
When the rain stopped, Han Cheng naturally had no reason to continue holding the milk tea girl.
Holding such a person, the body is warm, comfortable and uncomfortable...
The Qingque tribe, the witch and the others, looking at the Wu Teng Teng sky and the falling rain, all frowned.
People with good eyesight can vaguely see the soaring river water through this rain curtain...
Beside the stone, there is a pottery board with some grids on the pottery board. These grids are painted with slashes, and there are still three grids that are vacant.
The rain stopped for a while.
When I walked out of the house and looked towards the river, I saw the original meek river, but now it seems to have changed. The turbid river roared and rolled away.
In the past, the people who looked forward to the return of the sons of gods and leaders, but today none of them hoped that they would return at this time.
I just want them not to rush to the tribe, and find a safe place to stay before the flood passes.
This night, few of the Qingque tribe could sleep peacefully.
After the witch performed a solemn and solemn sacrificial dance on the stone that often stared at the pottery board, he followed the totem pole and prayed for the gods and others in a very pious posture.
On both sides of the totem pole, I don't know when there were two more wood chips with the same couplet.
On the left side is written "Blue Sparrow Great God", and on the right side is written "Hurry as an order"...
The turbid river roared down, and there were some undulating trees in the middle, like an angry dragon running away.
The big brother and the others looked at the river and opened their mouths one by one. After being surprised, they felt fear and happiness for a while.
In the face of beasts and enemies, they can use weapons to fight. In the face of such a flood, they don't have much to think about.
Fortunately, some gods gave instructions in advance, otherwise it would be really dangerous this time!
Han Cheng is also looking at the water, his thoughts are different from those of the big brothers.
He was thinking, if he wrote some sacrifices and burned it, and then made some buns and threw them into the river, he wondered if the river water would calm down.
He didn’t know that the river level didn’t calm down, he didn’t know that it was possible to pass Zhuge Wuhou aura and build the Seven Stars Altar to summon the east wind to blow him on his back...
The tinder for making fire and hand-pressed drills were hidden close to the body at the beginning, so Han Cheng and the others were able to start the fire.
The aroma of boiled meat, mixed with rosin, spreads here.
In the evening, a few people were left to watch the night, and the rest were wrapped in animal skins and slept on the stone slabs that were dried by the fire.
The milk tea girl naturally slept with Han Cheng. Even if she slept like this, some places would feel uncomfortable. Han Cheng also enjoyed it.
Finally met a female primitive who could barely see. Although she was still an adult child, Han Cheng was very happy and did not hesitate to choose between a beast and a beast. He chose to be a beast.
Of course, what he did as a beast was not thorough.
How long he can persist before he can completely evolve into a beast is unknown.
When I woke up the next morning, the weather had cleared up completely, and the river had calmed down after venting all night.
That said, before turning into a demon, then immediately becoming a Buddha, this sentence is not only for people, but also applies to rivers.
The crowd ate dinner, and after asking Han Cheng for instructions, they carried the boat toward the river happily. After putting the boat in place, they put their things on the boat one by one.
Then, in the strange melody of Han Cheng's "Let's Swing Sculls", he rowed towards the upper reaches of the river.
After rowing for a while, the singing voice of a certain child has become ‘sister, you are the bow~’...
Senior brother, Shang and others, all listened quietly, no one was talking.
They had never heard the weird tones that the son of God spit at this time. When they first heard it, they felt it was very new and weird. After a while, they felt that they sounded better than normal simple speech.
The milk tea girl sat on the bow watching Han Cheng's eyes are full of stars.
The yearning and pursuit of beautiful things is a characteristic of all species. No race likes suffering more than enjoying happiness, and ugliness more than beauty.
As people in this era, who have surpassed all species in wisdom, the big brothers have the same yearning for other wonderful things besides food and clothing.
It is of course impossible to compare it with food, clothing, housing and transportation, but they might as well appreciate it at some point.
The milk tea girl is more obsessed with sound. In the past when she was in her tribe, she had the opportunity to shout at the mountains, deep and deep gully, and listened to the echoes.
At this moment, hearing these out-of-tune songs sung by Han Cheng, I just felt as if something had suddenly opened up in my heart.
It turns out that besides shouting at the mountain, you can also use your own voice like this...
In the past period of time, Han Cheng's tall and stalwart image in her heart has risen a lot.
Of course, these are not enough to make her eyes shine.
What really made her stare at the stars was the lyrics sung by Han Cheng.
She doesn't understand most of the lyrics, but she understands the word sister.
Because there is a ‘sister’ in her name~EbookFREE.me~ Such nice words, the son of God is telling himself...
Han Cheng sang for a while, and only then vented a lot of the excitement of the tribe who was about to return.
The singing stopped, and when I looked back I saw the milk tea girl leaning on the head of the boat, I thought that this singing was still suitable, except that she did not stretch herself, and the little sister at the bow did not sing for herself, and she was a little out of tune. Nothing wrong.
Thinking this way, seeing the milk tea girl looking at him again, very drunk, Han Cheng smiled slightly, and after a while, his eyes became weird again.
Because he suddenly remembered a scene—a few years later, he stood by the bed with his head down and a frown.
The milk tea girl sat on the bed, looking at herself with a bitter face, and sang: "Little sister, I'm sitting on the bed, brother, why are you sweating..."
(It's not the author of Beasts, but I have to cultivate Lolita. In order to prevent Han Cheng from having a green light on his head, I can only have a handful of Beasts—with a righteous expression on his face)