The sun rose and the morning breeze blew, bringing a hint of coldness. The witch wrapped himself in his leather coat.

The hand wrapped in the leather jacket did not leave immediately, but stroked it up and down, feeling the smoothness of the fur and the softness of the leather.

The technique was similar to the one where he lay down beside the rabbit pen, picked up a rabbit with dark circles under its eyes by its ears, placed it on the wall of the pen, and stroked its head all the way to its short tail with his hands.

At the beginning, this somewhat unique-looking rabbit put up a strong enough resistance to this insulting behavior, but how could the witch with a powerful aura take its resistance seriously?

I grabbed this guy's ears and just stroked them, becoming intoxicated by the pleasure and unable to extricate myself.

This rabbit is also a smart one. He knows very well that if you can't change the world, then change yourself, and if you can't resist, then enjoy it. After experiencing such things many times, he becomes calm and composed, and even has a tendency to become addicted.

Now, as long as Wu lies down near the rabbit circle, this guy will actively move towards Wu...

Wu's hand was still stroking the leather, as if he couldn't control himself and couldn't let it go.

It shouldn't be like this for a wizard who has been dealing with fur since birth. After all, he has been wearing animal skins all his life and has long been accustomed to wearing animal skins.

The witch's hands were still moving, and he lowered his head to look at the animal skin carefully, as if he knew how different the animal skin was.

Compared with previous animal skins, this animal skin is indeed very different. The main reason is that these animal skins have undergone a procedure, which is nitrate treatment.

Wu felt the smooth and soft leather on his body, and couldn't help but think of the scene a few days ago -

The Son of God came into the inner cave from the outside, and his walking posture was a little strange.

Before he could open his mouth to ask, he saw the Son of God take off the animal skin wrapped around his body, take off the thing he called pants, which only he was willing to wear, and throw it hard on the bed.

Then lower your head and blow cool air.

Wu remembered it very clearly. He stretched his neck to take a look and saw that the Son of God's little bird had become a little red and swollen.

Seeing this scene, how could a wise witch not understand what was happening?

He smiled bitterly and shook his head slightly, indicating that he did not quite understand the Son of God's actions.

Since these shorts are uncomfortable to wear and can cause harm to oneself, why wear them? Wouldn't it be better to wear a piece of leather like oneself?

Thinking this, Wu casually pulled up her torn leather skirt to cover what was exposed.

The Son of God is so smart, how come he can't come around on this matter?

The Son of God, who didn't like staying in the cave, stayed in the cave for a long time this time.

At first he was blowing cool air towards Xiao Que Que, but later he just sat there staring blankly at the leather pants he had thrown not far away, and remained in this position for a long time without moving.

Wu naturally didn't know how long the issue of underpants had troubled their Son of God.

Their great Son of God is almost going crazy in his desire for a pair of pants that suits his taste.

Just as the witch was getting worried and put down the slate pencil in his hand and walked over to call the Son of God twice, the Son of God, who had been sitting still, suddenly jumped up.

He laughed loudly for a while, and then said repeatedly: "Got it! Got it! Hahahaha...! Got it!"

Without waiting for the astonished witch to come forward and ask, the Son of God who had been shouting loudly suddenly shut up, picked up the leather pants he had thrown aside, and ran out like the wind.

The witch stood there in a daze for a while, then hurried out in a panic, wanting to see what had happened to the Son of God and why his behavior was so strange today, which was totally inconsistent with his usual calm style.

Before he could go out, the Son of God came back like a gust of wind, grabbed the leather he had taken off before, and wrapped it around his lower body.

After hastily surrounding the area, he ran out again.

The witch sniffed like the Son of God, then followed him out, wanting to see what had happened to the Son of God.

When he walked out, the Son of God was filling a basin with wood ash used to melt the salt mine.

I filled half a basin with it, then added water and stirred it with a stick.

Stir it evenly, wait for the turbid water to become clear, and then scoop the water in the large clay basin into the clay basin that the Son of God usually uses to wash his feet.

Looking at this somewhat familiar scene, Wu showed a trace of realization. He thought that the Son of God must have received instructions from the gods and found a way to create something new.

The Son of God had used a similar method before to make delicious salt from unpalatable stones. What could he get from the wood ash this time?

Just as the witch widened his eyes and decided to wait and see, and write down everything on the pottery board when the time came, the Son of God threw the leather trousers in his hand into the basin.

They also pushed it to the bottom of the water with a stick and held it down with a small stone to prevent it from floating up, as if they were worried that it might not drown.

Wu was shocked by this unexpected scene. How great a hatred must one have to make the Son of God treat him like this.

Then the witch thought of the Son of God's little bird that was rubbed red and swollen, and she felt relieved.

But after this relief, a new doubt arose. If the Son of God wanted to drown this thing in water to vent his anger, he could just press it in ordinary water. Why did he go through so much trouble and use water filtered through wood ash?

He looked at the Son of God, and only started asking after he found that he had become normal again.

The answer is to soften the hard leather.

Wu still didn't quite understand this. The leather was already very comfortable to wear, so why would they soften it?

And even if it is softened by soaking in water, it will become hard again after drying...

The witch really wanted to tell the Son of God about this result, but when he thought of all the things that the Son of God had created that could be called miracles, he held back.

It was three days after this incident that Wu realized he was wrong.

On the next day, the Son of God fished out the pants that had been soaked in water for a day and a night, washed them carefully several times in clean water, and then hung them on a tree branch in the yard to dry.

Looking at the Son of God who would touch his pants from time to time, Wu felt a bit complicated. He knew that his pants would most likely become hard, but at the same time, he was looking forward to the different things that the Son of God could bring.

When the Son of God put on his dried leather shorts and cheered, Wu's complicated emotions disappeared, and only joy remained, because the Son of God did not disappoint him and did something that ordinary people could not do.

But while he was happy, the witch felt that this matter would not have much impact on the tribe, because he felt that it didn't matter whether the leather was soft or hard...

Wu touched the soft and slippery leather on his body, with a smile from the bottom of his heart on his face. He was unwilling to take off the soft leather, and he had already selectively forgotten his thoughts at that time...

(While writing, I found a loophole. I forgot to write about the fur nitration. I will make up for it here now. As for the previous part about the fur, you can just use your imagination to fill in the blanks... This is the only way... "