Free Wilderness 08

The big hunt continued into the evening.

One after another, figures flew back from the hunting grounds, and every time they dropped a huge prey, it would trigger a burst of cheers and applause.

Bonfires had been lit along the river bank, and the air was filled with the aroma of barbecue.

All the hunted prey was piled in one place, waiting to be distributed after the bonfire party.

At this time, the Great Hunt was already counting and calculating how many prey each person had hunted, and the strongest warrior was selected, who was Hongyang, standing on the war drum with a silly smile and pride on his face.

The boys cast envious glances at them, while the girls cheerfully sent out courtship signals.

Hongyang's face flushed red, and the prey behind him had piled up like a mountain.

All large prey were thrown by the Guhuo bird.

At this time, the Guhuo Bird had already hidden its merits and fame, and was eating barbecue next to the chief of the Mudbird tribe.

She transformed into a human form and ripped off a whole piece of roasted thigh meat. In the small bag hanging around her neck, a young bird was drooling at the meat.

The little wings brushed past his mouth, and Ning Ren stretched out his hand: "Chijiji."

"I heard it, I heard it."

Night Heron tore off the most tender piece of leg meat, blew on it to warm it up before handing it to his foodie.

Ning Ren took the barbecue, flipped his two little wings left and right, blew on it twice, and took a bite.

The way barbecue is prepared nowadays is to sprinkle some sun-dried salt on it. It is a bit astringent and bitter, but everyone is used to the taste and finds it extremely delicious.

Ning Ren's cut of meat was the most tender, untainted by the bitterness of coarse salt. The original meaty aroma enticed him to swallow it whole. Even if nectar was delicious, eating it every day would tire of it! Eating barbecue once in a while was like heaven.

The Guhuo bird was delighted to see him eating, and gave the cub some soft white bone marrow which was highly nutritious.

She kept feeding until the chief of the muskbird tribe gently reminded her, "Auntie, it's not good to feed your uncle too much."

Ye Lu said, "I'm paying attention."

She had been feeding her cub for so many days and had already considered its food intake.

Finally, the cub still wanted to eat, but the Guhuo bird only tore off a piece of hard-to-chew tendon for him, which he could not eat and only used to grind his teeth.

The chief of the musky bird tribe smiled.

She originally thought that this old ancestor with a strange personality would be impatient to raise children, but now it seems that she was worrying too much.

That’s right. For my aunt, the only member of her tribe in the world is the cub she is raising. It is not an exaggeration to say that she is 100% devoted to it.

When Ning Ren was gnawing on the tendons, he suddenly sneezed, shook his feathers, and continued to struggle.

The flames of the campfire made his white hair appear orange, and the damp hair became fluffy. He had more hair than when he was born, and because he had a good diet, it gradually became shiny, and his appearance was a little better than when he first started.

After looking at it for a long time, the Guhuo Bird felt a sense of accomplishment and softness in its heart.

Loud cheers were heard from afar. Hong Yang, bearing the joking blessings of his companions, walked majestically to the front of the chief of the musk deer tribe, holding the warrior bone spear.

He put his hands on his hips and said proudly: "Mom, do you think I'm handsome?"

The chief of the muskbird tribe smiled and shook his head: "Don't you know what's going on?"

Hong Yang coughed violently a few times, looked at Guhuo Bird embarrassedly, and whispered, "We have to thank our ancestors for their help."

He was holding a blue fish the size of a thumb in his hand, and Ning Ren saw it immediately.

want to.

He pulled the little finger of the Guhuo Bird and pointed at Xiaohong's hand.

Ye Lu: "Eh? What do you want? Grandson, come here."

"You want this little blue fish?" Hong Yang scratched his head. "Your nose is so sensitive. This fish doesn't have any fishy smell."

They didn't know yet that Ning Ren could see.

Ning Ren poked the little blue fish, and the little blue fish's tail flapped. He suddenly retracted his hand, but not because of fear, but because of curiosity.

Ye Lu thought to himself, the cub must be treating this little fish as a toy.

"I picked this fish up from the pile of game over there. The color and scales are beautiful, I've never seen one before. I was planning to take it home and scale it to embed on my bow and arrows, but since Uncle likes it, I'll keep it in the bird's nest," Hongyang said cheerfully. He flicked the fish's tail and said with a grin, "You're lucky to be favored by Uncle."

The little blue fish opened its big fish eyes and blew bubbles at him.

The little blue fish that was favored by the ancestor's son was spared from being scaled and was rewarded with a handful of water and placed in a stone bowl.

Hongyang was called away by his friends again.

Several brothers pushed and shoved him in front of a beautiful girl. The animal skin drums around them were beating rhythmically. The two young bird tribe members in front of the campfire blushed at the same time.

"Why are you being so reserved——"

"Don't embarrass us, you little bird! How can we always ask a girl to take the initiative? Go ahead, Hongyang!"

"Hahahaha! After this rainy season, we brothers might have nephews and nieces!"

Hongyang took the beast drum handed to him by the person next to him, stepped forward bravely, and actively and enthusiastically expressed his love for it.

The girl also held two drumsticks and hit the animal drum in Hongyang's hand one by one in time with the beat of the drum.

The cheers suddenly filled the air.

Ning Ren tilted his head and looked at the muscles that he couldn't chew, and a vague figure of a man vaguely appeared in his mind.

He had the impression that there was a very good-looking person who performed a very beautiful dance.

Guhuo Bird also observed from afar and nudged the leader of the Mucuna tribe with its elbow. "Little Hong, a girl from the Peacock Tribe, is so lucky."

The chief of the muskbird tribe smiled and nodded: "It's natural for these two children to grow up together." No one goes out during the rainy season, and it is also a good time to have babies. She will probably see her grandson being born soon.

Upon hearing this, Guhuo Bird glanced at its own cub.

He tapped the young bird's head and said, "When will you grow up?"

Ning Ren's head shrank. Although he could vaguely understand what was being said, he felt a little resistant to the word "growing up." He covered his ears and retreated into his small pocket.

The system blinked and thought.

It's good for Ah Zai to be like this. He doesn't remember anything from the past. All he worries about all day are eating, sleeping and becoming beautiful. He is simply happy. Being protected by the Gyuto bird, he doesn't have to worry about anything.

The system is quite curious about the second function of [Mind's Eye], but this function requires concentration and consumes mental energy. Azai is too young to use it independently.

The chief of the musk bird tribe asked: "Has my uncle chosen a name yet?"

Ye Lu: "Not yet, I haven't thought about it yet."

Now when feeding, she calls her baby "baby cub" and she hasn't decided on a proper name yet. She always wanted to give her a name with a meaning, not a random one like Xiaohong.

"Then we need to do it as soon as possible. If we wait a while, it will be difficult to correct the cub's recognition of its name."

Night Heron had something on her mind. The bonfire party for the big hunt was too late. Seeing that her cub was too sleepy to open its eyes, she picked up the stone bowl of small blue fish and went back to the bird's nest together.

This time she did not sleep in the bird's nest on the ancient tree, but entered the inside of the ancient tree.

The precious night-shining pearls emit a soft light, and the dry brown bark makes the interior of the ancient tree look very warm.

There are three layers here. The bottom layer is food that is not easily affected by moisture. The middle layer is food that cannot be affected by moisture, such as dried meat, fruits, nectar, medicinal materials and milk cubes.

The top floor is right under the bird's nest. It is a simple and clean little house with a new bed and furniture.

There is an extra small window on this floor——

In fact, it was a hole bitten by an insect, and Ning Ren could see out from the inside.

Seeing that he liked it, Guhuo Bird simply ground the wormhole into a window shape the size of a little finger.

The stone bowl with the small blue fish was placed on the shelf in front of the bed.

Ning Ren resisted the sleepiness, looked at the little blue fish, and then went to the window to look out.

The baby bird twitched its nose.

He blinked his eyes and smelled the damp smell of the earth before the heavy rain came. Xiaohong went to keep the girl company. The sound of her mother busy cooking medicine in the hut gave the young bird a sense of security as if it was wrapped in warmth.

It's raining heavily outside, but it's warm and quiet in the little nest.

"Stay out of the wind and be careful not to catch a cold. We'll be here for over a month. If you get sick at the beginning of the rainy season, it's too dangerous to go out and see an owl medicine man."

Guhuo Bird blocked the small window and carried him to bed to sleep.

After the night heron shrank back to its original size, it had plenty of space for movement in the tree house with its chicks.

She was worried that the cub would catch a cold when he went out today, so she gave him a medicinal bath for a long time before going to bed, and then put him in the small wooden bowl that the cub usually slept in.

She wrapped her wings around the small wooden bowl and fell asleep peacefully.

The bonfire party along the river was over, and all the tribes carried the last of the food obtained from the big hunt and filled it into their own underground warehouses, then closed the doors and windows of their houses, and blocked the doors with thick stones.

Everything fell silent, without even the sound of insects.

The water along the river surged more turbulently, the blood and energy left by the great hunt in the water had long disappeared, and the fish in it were jumping on the water surface.

It should have been dawn, but it felt like midnight.

The sun was hidden under thick dark clouds, without a single ray of light. Suddenly, lightning flashed in the swirling black clouds, and clusters of purple and silver lightning were like swimming snakes.

All I heard was a loud bang!

The rain came down in torrents.

Purple lightning spread along the rain to the ground, forming fleeting nets. Where the lightning was concentrated, the trees were charred and all living things were dying.

Countless creatures without the ability to protect themselves looked at the night sky in fear and timidity, praying that they would not be struck by lightning.

The natural forces in ancient times were much more terrifying than they would be ten thousand years later.

Guhuo Bird opened her eyes silently, and the Nirvana Fire quickly emanated from her body, completely covering the ancient tree, and her spiritual power protected the roots below.

Originally she didn't need to be so careful, but now was not the time for her to be alone and fearless, as she had a child who couldn't achieve nirvana.

However, usually at this time, the baby should be awake, why is there no movement today?

The night heron lowered its head to look at the sleeping cub in the bowl, and stroked the cub's neck with its wings, and the unusual warmth was transmitted to her wings.

The Guhuo Bird stopped moving.

"Cub?"

She changed into human form, frowned and called out softly.

The young bird's skin was red under its sparse down. When it heard someone calling it, it barely opened its eyes: "... Um... Ji... Ma..."

The vague word "Mom" made the Guhuo bird stunned on the spot.

"Oh, oh, yes, yes."

She quickly picked up the cub and asked, "Why is it so hot?"

"Mommy will blow on you," Guhuo Bird blew a few times, "Are you still hot?"

The young bird hugged her finger and fell into a deep sleep again, but he was very restless. Every time the Guhuo bird called him, he would respond weakly.

The Guhuo bird had no experience of seeing its young sick, so she held the baby anxiously and waited for a long time but the temperature did not go down. Finally, she called many times but the baby bird did not respond.

Even the vague connection between their blood was weakening, and she was completely panicked.

There were thunders outside, the rainy season was approaching, and it was dangerous.

A big bird wrapped in red-gold flames rushed out of the ancient tree!

She held a wooden bowl wrapped in spiritual power in her mouth, with a cub covered with animal skin inside. In the pouring rain, she flew towards the owl witch doctor's house at a high speed.

Dark clouds rolled in and purple thunder roared.

Under the vast night sky, the Guhuo bird is like a lone sail sailing against the current when a tsunami comes.

Fast-moving living things become targets of lightning attacks.

A purple lightning struck down fiercely!

The Guhuo bird suddenly raised its head, and its narrow and long phoenix eyes were filled with the cold and fierce murderous aura of a ferocious beast. She did not avoid it and even rushed forward directly.

"roll--"

With a loud bang, mental power and natural power collided violently!

The wings are like blades that tear the thunder apart directly!

A puff of black smoke emerged from the big bird's head, and the figure holding the wooden bowl quickly shuttled through the thunder and lightning and disappeared in the blink of an eye.