Primitive Tribe Adventure

Back home, the sky was already dark, but Bei looked very interested and insisted on celebrating.

Before Fengyun refused, she ran back to fetch food.

This time she fetched a lot of food, a large bag, more than twice as heavy as her body.

Seeing the food, Feng Yun's stomach groaned immediately.

As if he had been infected, Bei's belly also screamed.

Listening to the duet singing from their stomachs, the two looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

Driven by hunger, the two of them made food much faster.

In the process of eating, Feng Yun also saw the power of swallow for the first time.

Before, he admired Bei's appetite so much. Now he found that he had become a more terrifying foodie than her.

The food that Bei brought was actually eaten.

Most of them went into his stomach, and after all, the weight was already heavier than his body.

He still showed no signs of being overwhelmed.

He still has a feeling that if he wants to eat, he can continue to eat.

In the process of eating, he also had a pleasurable experience he hadn't had before.

The stomach seemed to become a stove, radiating heat continuously.

These heat turned into a warm current, wandering around his body, as if there were many hands massaging him, very gentle.

It's numb, it feels really good.

He knew that this was swallowing at work, speeding up the transportation of food, turning it into nourishment and energy to nourish his whole body, improving and enhancing his physique.

"stop!"

After eating the last piece of dried meat, Feng Yun tried to send an instruction.

The result made him very happy.

Tun immediately stopped functioning, which showed that he was able to control it completely.

Seeing that the food was finished, Bei raised his head to look at Fengyun and asked with concern: "Brother Yun, are you full? Do you want me to go back and get some more?"

"I am full."

"Really? Didn't Wu say that swallowing requires a lot of food? These are enough? Brother Yun, don't worry. There is still a lot of food at home. You don't have to bear it, you can just let it go.

Bei obviously thought Fengyun didn't tell the truth.

"I didn't lie to you. I can control the swallowing. As long as I stop it from transporting, my appetite will not increase much."

"What you said is true?"

"Of course it's true. Think about how uncomfortable it is to be hungry. Will I lie about this?"

"Well, it's really uncomfortable to be hungry. I believe you."

Bei showed a sympathetic expression and believed Fengyun's rhetoric.

There is no entertainment at night in primitive tribes, and people have developed the habit of going to sleep at night.

After eating, Bei became sleepy, and his upper and lower eyelids started fighting.

Feng Yun sent her back.

He found that her family did still have food in stock, but there was not much left.

After Feng Yun came back, he found that he was not drowsy at all, on the contrary, he was extremely energetic, and he felt that there would be no problem if he stayed up for three days and three nights.

He was not surprised at this.

The ability to swallow not only enhances his physical fitness, but also makes him energetic.

Unable to fall asleep, Feng Yun did not force himself to go to sleep, but decided to finish what he hadn't done during the day.

Due to a sudden change, the pulp he made was only a sheet of paper.

After about two hours of work, the paper was finally finished.

He dehydrated the copied paper according to the memory of his previous life.

At this time he still had no sleepiness.

Just spread out some huge leaves and flatten them.

These leaves, which are as big as a table, were specially picked by him, with only one purpose, which is to use as a tool for drying paper.

The leaves are all laid out, and the dehydration of the paper is almost done.

Fengyun began to try to uncover the stacked paper.

Perhaps because of the first papermaking, the skill is not good enough, and the technique of uncovering the paper is not skilled enough, a lot of paper has been rotten by him, and the rejection rate is quite high.

He was not frustrated.

The first time he tried papermaking, the yield was able to reach more than half, he was very satisfied.

When he had dried all the paper, the sky had already turned white.

Man still didn't have any sleepiness, he simply couldn't sleep anymore.

He took out a basket from the house, it looked ugly, he copied the basket he saw on TV, but it still works.

Feng Yun walked out of the tribe along a path and got into a forest.

He is going to gather food.

In order to find the spices, he and Bei drilled around the tribe together.

In addition to some spices, they have other gains.

The place he is going this time is one of the gains.

They found a clearing in a bush of thorns.

There is a kind of plant growing in this clearing. They have big tubers, the big ones are even the heads, and the small ones are the size of eggs.

Their taste is similar to that of sweet potatoes. When they are cooked, they are soft and sweet. They are much better than the texture of pimples. Fengyun and Bei love them.

It just so happens that their skin is also red, so Feng Yun simply called them sweet potatoes.

Moving away the thorns that deliberately blocked the passage, Fengyun passed through the thorn bushes and came to the sweet potato field.

Feng Yun didn't start digging the sweet potatoes. On the contrary, he began to back up, lightly and very cautiously.

Damn it!

Feng Yun retreated while cursing in his heart.

He never expected that the sweet potato field would break into an unexpected guest, and he was still a very dangerous big guy.

When he came in, it was arching the soil with its long nose.

It looks very similar to the wild boar he remembers.

The only difference is that in addition to its terrifying fangs, it also has an arm-long pointed horn directly in front of its head, which is very sharp and extremely dangerous.

Sharp-horned pigs are fierce by nature and like to actively attack people.

A warrior in the tribe was pierced in the chest and abdomen by the horns of a sharp-horned pig, and died.

Although in Wu's mouth, he was already a totem warrior, but he knew very well that he was still far behind the real totem warrior.

Therefore, when he saw a sharp-horned pig that was much taller than his body, his first thought was not to fight it, but to retreat.

He stepped back a few steps, a gust of wind blew, and some dead branches fell.

not good!

Feng Yun immediately realized that the situation was not good, and accelerated the pace of retreat.

It's still too late.

The sharp-horned pig who was digging the soil was startled, raised his head, and immediately noticed the situation.

Its two eyes immediately radiated cold, bloodthirsty light.

As soon as he bowed his head, kicked the ground with four hoofs, the mud splashed, and it rushed towards the wind and clouds.

The sharp-horned pig was so fast that he rushed to Fengyun in the blink of an eye, lowered his head, and pierced his chest with a sharp horn.

A strong smelly wind rushed towards Fengyun, and he could not breathe.

Feng Yun felt that death was so close to him for the first time.

Hum!

He felt a burst of blood rushing to the top of his head, and his head exploded.

Then, he found that everything had slowed down.

The sharp-horned pig that was as fast as the wind has now become like a snail crawling.

He once heard people say that when encountering extreme danger, everything around him will slow down in the eyes of those in distress.

He didn't believe it originally, but now he believes it.

"Help me!"

Feng Yun issued a command to the totem on his chest.

Almost at the same time he gave the order, a high heat exploded in his chest and turned into a hot stream rushing to his body.

These heat currents gave him great power.

He felt his strength increased many times in an instant.

He didn't know that the changes that happened to him were not limited to this.

His eyes also changed, turning into a pair of golden vertical pupils, radiating an icy light, just like the eyes of the flame giant that made him pass through.

As soon as the fierce sharp-horned pig's eyes touched his eyes, the crazy bloodthirsty in his eyes disappeared without a trace, replaced by a strong fear.

Feng Yun's mentality is also changing, and the sharp-horned pig no longer seems scary in his eyes.

Especially when he caught fear in the eyes of the sharp-horned pig, a thought grew wildly in his mind.

He wants to kill it.

With his foot on the ground, he rushed toward the sharp-horned pig.

His speed was very fast, and he rushed in front of the sharp-horned pig in an instant.

He walked sideways to its side and stretched out his hands suddenly, one hand grabbed the sharp corner of its head, and the other hand grabbed a thick fang that exposed its lips.

"Get up!"

Feng Yun let out a loud shout.

With the force of his arms, he lifted a sharp-horned pig weighing more than a thousand jin above his head.

"go with!"

He turned around several times and threw the sharp-horned pig out.

With a swish, the sharp-horned pig flew more than ten feet away and hit a big tree hard.

The big tree that was thick enough to hug was directly broken, and the branches and leaves flew randomly.

The sharp-horned pig was also hit hard, spurting blood from his mouth and nose, struggling, but couldn't stand.

Feng Yun stomped on the ground and rushed towards it, like a gust of wind, and came close to it in the blink of an eye.

A pair of golden vertical pupils emit a cold and merciless light, look at it up and down.

The sharp-horned pig screamed in horror, as if seeing death.

Feng Yun ignored it, raised his foot, and kicked it in the stomach.

The sharp-horned pig let out a scream, lifted his head high, and slammed it on the ground again.

The luster of the eyeball quickly dimmed, solidified, and died.

"call!"

Feng Yun let out a long breath, and his eyes returned to normal.

He felt the heat that filled his body like the ebb tide, receding back to his chest.

His legs softened and he almost sat on the ground.

The heat receded and he felt weak and weak.

"Cuckoo..."

There was a protest from his stomach, and a strong sense of hunger hit him, flooding him like a tide.

He rushed to the sweet potato field among the thorns, gnawing and chewing.

When the hunger disappeared, Feng Yun was shocked to find that he had already turned over the entire sweet potato field, and he had eaten almost all the sweet potatoes.

The sense of accomplishment in killing the sharp-horned pig in his heart immediately disappeared.

The price to pay for killing sharp-horned pigs is somewhat high.

According to his estimation, he put away all the sweet potatoes, at least they weighed a thousand catties, and now they are all stuffed into his stomach.

Eat more, the effect is very obvious, the weakness of the body has completely disappeared, and it is full of vitality.

He rummaged and threw some slippery fish into the basket, less than half of the basket.

Putting the back basket on his back, the probing hand grabbed one of the thick fangs of the sharp-horned pig and dragged it away.

He found that his power was much greater, even if he didn't use the power of the totem, dragging the sharp-horned pig would not be too difficult. This was something he could never do before he became a totem warrior.

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