Food Hunter

The room is actually not small, and the identity of the gray-haired old man can be seen from the side. m..

The material used for the stone bed is not taken from the grain stone, but the kind of stone that can be seen everywhere in the underground caves. The hardness is not high, and the difficulty of carving is quite low.

An unidentified fur with yellow stripes is spread on the bed to add comfort.

The old man was dressed quite thickly, showing only a little skin, and his hair was very long, over his feet, and fell under the bed.

The length of the eyebrows is also hanging down to the edge of the mouth, covering half of the eyes, and even the beard is messy like grass.

It can be said that the old man's beard and eyebrows are so dense that he covers most of his facial features. I don't know how many years he has lived, whether he hasn't cut off his hair, eyebrows or even beard since he was born.

The aroma of barbecue slowly came in from outside the house, the big round nose faintly visible in the old man's beard and hair twitched several times, and the gap between the closed eyes opened a little, and his sleepy eyes were dim.

"What smells so good?"

The old man slowly opened his eyes that were all white, no black spots were found in them, and he seemed to have no vision.

He has a long life span from family to family, with a life span of more than five hundred years. Every once in a while, he has to sleep for at least half a month, so that his body functions can simulate hibernation, and sometimes even sleep for a month.

He never gets up late, not early.

This time, it is extremely rare for him to wake up three days before the minimum standard.

The old man was struggling to straighten his body on the bed, letting his feet touch the ground. It was a pair of legs that looked like a shriveled balloon, even a little scrawny.

There are two bulging thick muscles on the legs of ethnic groups, which resemble two ham sausages that have swelled several times. That peculiar physical sign is most obvious in the middle-aged people of ethnic groups.

The old man's legs are different, with piles of fleshy folds. It seems that when he gets older, the things that shouldn't be kept will never be kept, and will be taken away mercilessly by time.

He picked up the bone crutches leaning on the side of the bed, squeezed up, let his pale long hair drag on the ground, raised his eyebrows, and pointed his eyes directly to the place where the fragrance came, vaguely hearing the commotion.

"Are those rascals messing up again?"

The good smell was scratching around the tip of his nose, causing the old man to have a big stomach bug, and he walked outside the house.

The faint starlight pours down and contrasts with the large red slabs, decorating this deserted and narrow grotto.

Twenty middle-aged adults lay on the ground, lined up in a fan shape, and each person's feet were flat against a slate, and the slate was burnt red with hot feet.

On both sides of the fan-shaped slate, there were ethnic people holding long strips of meat, staring at the many pieces of meat that sneered on the slab, smelling the fragrance that was close at hand, and screaming in their stomachs.

Luo urged his mind, and pulled a piece of flesh from the air. Under the gaze of many people from different races, it separated into pieces of thin flesh of the same size every minute and every operation could cause a commotion.

Around, sitting or standing, on the wall, on the wall, or even on the shoulders of people, people from different races formed a standard onlooker queue.

There is a racer on the outermost periphery who is relatively short, and the commanding heights nearby have been taken over by others. He can only rub around on the edge of the team, wanting to see the magical ability.

The patriarch came silently behind the man, stretched out his hand and patted the man's shoulder gently.

The man impatiently patted the patriarch's hand and continued to probe his head, wanting to see something through the gap in the crowd.

The patriarch looked at his hand that had been photographed, and stretched out to pat it again.

The man turned his head displeased and saw that the patriarch was staring at him silently, and suddenly opened his mouth and was speechless.

"It's very lively, what's up there?" The patriarch's smile was covered by the lush beard.

The man blinked his eyelids and suddenly made an incredible cry.

"The patriarch is awake!"

The sound of full lung capacity spread through the crowd at the speed of light, causing a terrifying reaction in the blockbuster.

"What? The patriarch woke up unexpectedly?"

"Three days early or five days earlier? It's over, is the clan's longevity limit approaching?"

"Fuck you, don't curse the patriarch."

The noise was loud because the patriarch's waking up early was too unscientific.

Seeing the terrifying reaction of the people, the patriarch squinted his eyes, looking very calm.

"It's over?"

The patriarch looked at the clan member who cried out.

The tribeman smiled awkwardly and said, "It's over."

"Yeah." The patriarch nodded and said lightly: "Can you answer my question?"

"That..." The tribeman scratched his head and said in embarrassment, "I am not very clear."

The patriarch sighed lightly, lifted the bone crutches and knocked on the ground, and said, "Why not let it go?"

The clansmen quickly stepped aside as if they were amnesty. His actions triggered a chain reaction, and the surrounding crowd voluntarily stepped aside, so that the patriarch could see Luo who was busy at once.

Bi Si Ji and Dong Ba were also there, Bruna shrank on Bi Si Ji's shoulders. They noticed the obvious commotion, but they could not understand what the ethnic group said. Then they saw the crowd step aside, a dying old man stunned. Came slowly with a cane.

The gazes of the members of the clan looking at the old man were full of respect. Even if they did not look at this, Bi Siji and the others could see that the old man was the patriarch.

The patriarch first looked at Bisji and Dongba who were sitting on the ground ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ A trace of stunnedness flashed between his eyes, and then he looked at Luo who was using his thought power to assist the barbecue, his expression gradually startled.

The memory that has been in the dust for a long time has been opened.

Finally, he noticed Bruna on Bisji's shoulder again, and fell into complete silence.

Luo also noticed the arrival of the patriarch, but he was not distracted, always paying attention to the fire. After all, opening twenty slates in a row requires a high degree of concentration.

The fragrance gradually rises, attracting everyone to indulge in it.

Luo's barbecue opened a door in their taste world.

The patriarch twitched his big round nose and let out a mosquito-like moan.

That would be super particular grilled meat.

He thought this way, and then paced, his long hair dragged on the ground for several meters.

The members of the races who lay on the ground worked tirelessly and kept feverish. They were the nearest and coveted the most.

About five minutes later, the barbecue was finished. Luo Yang waved his hand and volleyed the roasted meat around, only to see a group of people grabbing the hot slices of meat with their bare hands and stuffing them calmly into his mouth.

Luo deliberately left a bowl and handed it to the patriarch.

Not far away, Bruna moved when she heard the wind and slowly floated towards the patriarch Luo He. She knew what she should do in a while.

The patriarch glanced at the hot barbecue in the bowl, and his bowels gradually started, but he did not reach out, his eyes moved, looked at Luo, and said with emotion: "I haven't seen outsiders in a long time."

Luo understands the language he speaks. It is an ancient lingua franca that has not yet been completely improved and is sufficient for communication.

The word outsider, spoken from the head of the patriarch, represents the identity from the outside world.

Luo was stunned. When he was about to say something, he just listened to the patriarch continued: "You, it's weird."

At this time, Bruna fell on Luo's shoulders. She didn't know that Luo and the patriarch could communicate without her tentacles.