The beasts in this world are really too big and too wild. If we can't find suitable ones, the plan to raise wild beasts in captivity will be scrapped.
Meng Yuqing was thinking about where to start developing the tribe, and before he knew it, the sun was almost setting.
After work, Xuan divided the beasts and asked Lie and Mu to take some back. Lie and Mu did not refuse.
After returning home, Qiuye had already prepared food for dinner. After eating, everyone went back to their rooms without chatting.
Not long after returning to the room, Xuan came to the door of Meng Yuqing's room and asked softly.
"May I come inside?"
"Come in!" Meng Yuqing was puzzled. Why did she come to see him again after just separating?
Xuan lifted the animal skin curtain and walked in, holding a curved object in his hand, about half a meter long.
"Is there anything wrong? What is this?" Meng Yuqing pointed at the thing in Xuan's hand.
"The bone spurs on the thorn beast's tail are the hardest and their sharpest weapon, capable of splitting rocks with ease."
Xuan handed the bone spur to Meng Yuqing and continued.
"I've thought about it. Stone knives are easy to wear out and time-consuming to make weapons. They're also heavy for you. The thorn beast's thorns might meet your requirements. Would you like to take a look?"
Meng Yuqing opened his eyes wide. He didn't expect Xuan to find a suitable weapon so quickly.
He took the bone spur and felt it was cold to the touch. He looked at it carefully. The bone spur was black in color. From the tip of the spur, the curved surface extended upward like a blade, ending 15 centimeters away from the root, leaving just enough space for the hand to hold it.
A natural scimitar!
As long as a little protection is added to the handle, he can use it. After shaking the bone spur, the weight is just right.
"Very good! It fits very well." Meng Yuqing waved the bone spur in his hand, and couldn't let it go.
"As long as you like it." Xuan said with a smile when he saw him touching the bone spur and refusing to let go.
Meng Yuqing took out a small piece of animal skin, dipped some black thorn grass juice in it, and carefully smeared it on the blade of the bone spur, sighing.
"It would be great if I could have a chance to test its power."
"Do you want to go out and try it?"
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