There are not many dark clouds above our heads, and the sky is tending to clear up. There will be no more floods. Why won’t the Son of God let us go?

The eldest brother and others looked at each other, full of confusion.

They were looking at Han Cheng, but Han Cheng was looking at the sky.

Today, the sky started to get cloudy from the northwest.

The dark clouds overhead are thinning now, but it is still dark in the northwest.

This means it is very likely that it is still raining heavily there.

The northwest is the upper reaches of the river, and there are many hills. Rainwater gathers quickly. If you continue to row the boat at this time, you are likely to collide with the water.

Whether the boat will capsize or not is another matter. It is best to avoid this possible danger if possible.

People say that a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. Even Han Cheng, who cannot be called a gentleman, tries his best not to stand under a dangerous wall.

It doesn't matter if it takes some time, safety is the most important thing.

Han Cheng told his idea to his senior brother, Shang and others, but they were skeptical.

Han Cheng couldn't be sure that the disease would definitely break out, but it wouldn't be a bad idea to be careful.

A few faint rays of sunlight broke through the clouds and illuminated the earth.

The eldest brother and the others looked at the river water, which had not changed at all, and then looked at the sky...

But after this delay, it was impossible to lift the boat down and continue on the journey before dark. We could only suppress our homesickness, find firewood and other things, and stay here overnight.

The rain stopped, so Han Cheng naturally had no reason to continue hugging Milk Tea Girl.

Holding such a person, my body feels warm, comfortable and uncomfortable...

The Qingque tribe, Wu and others, looked at the dark sky and the heavy rain, all with frowns on their faces.

People with good eyesight can vaguely see the swollen river through the rain...

Next to the stone, there is a pottery plate with some grids drawn on it. There are slashes in front of these grids, and there are still three grids that are empty.

The rain lasted for quite a while before it stopped.

I walked out of the house and looked towards the river. I saw that the originally docile river seemed to have changed. The turbid river water roared and rolled away.

In the past, everyone was looking forward to the return of the Son of God and the leader, but today no one wants them to come back at this time.

I just hope they don’t rush to the tribe and can find a safe place to stay before the flood is over.

That night, few people from the Qingque tribe could sleep peacefully.

Stone, who often stares at the pottery plate in a daze, follows the shaman in praying for the Son of God and others with an extremely pious attitude beside the totem pole after the shaman performs a solemn and dignified sacrificial dance.

On both sides of the totem pole, two wooden pieces shaped like couplets appeared at some point.

On the left side is written 'Blue Bird Great God', and on the right side is written 'Urgent as ordered'...

The turbid river water roared down, with some undulating trees in between, like a raging dragon that had broken free from its reins.

The eldest brother and others looked at the river with their mouths wide open. They were shocked, but also felt a wave of fear and relief.

When facing wild beasts and enemies, they can use weapons to fight, but when facing a flood like this, they don't have much to think of.

Fortunately, the Son of God gave instructions in advance, otherwise it would be really dangerous this time!

Han Cheng was also looking at the water, and his thoughts were different from those of his senior brother and the others.

He wondered if he wrote some sacrificial texts and burned them, and then made some buns and threw them into the river, would the waters there calm down?

He didn't know whether the river had calmed down or not, but it was possible that Zhuge Wuhou would be so angry that he would travel back here and build the Seven Star Altar to summon the east wind to blow him down...

The tinder and hand drill for making fire were hidden close to their bodies at the beginning, so Han Cheng and his team were able to make a fire.

The aroma of cooking meat mixed with pine scent spread here.

At night, a few people were left behind to take turns to keep watch, while the rest of the people wrapped in animal skins slept on the stone slabs that were dried by the fire.

Milk Tea Sister naturally sleeps with Han Cheng. Even though sleeping like this makes some parts of her body uncomfortable, Han Cheng still enjoys it.

After much difficulty, he met a female primitive who was barely pleasing to his eyes. Although she was still a child, Han Cheng was very happy and chose to be a beast without much hesitation between being a beast and being worse than a beast.

Of course, this beast didn't do it thoroughly.

It is unknown how long he can last before completely evolving into a beast.

When I woke up the next morning, the weather had cleared up completely and the river, which had been raging all night, had calmed down.

Before that, he turned into a demon, and after that, he immediately became a Buddha. This sentence is not only applicable to people, but also to rivers.

After they had their meal and asked Han Cheng for instructions, they excitedly carried the boat to the riverside. After parking the boat, they loaded their things onto the boat one by one.

Then, to the strange melody of Han Cheng's "Let's row the oars together," they rowed upstream.

After rowing for a while, the song from a certain son of God had turned into "Sister, you be the bow~"...

The eldest brother, Shang and others all listened quietly, and no one spoke.

They had never heard of the strange tones uttered by the Son of God at this time. When they first heard it, they found it very fresh and strange, but after a while, they felt that it was more pleasant than the simple words he usually spoke.

Milk Tea Girl sat at the bow of the boat and looked at Han Cheng with stars in her eyes.

The yearning and pursuit for beautiful things is a characteristic shared by all species. No race prefers suffering to happiness, or prefers ugliness to beauty.

As people of this era who have surpassed all species in wisdom, the eldest brother and his companions also yearn for other wonderful things besides food and clothing.

It is certainly impossible to compare it with food, clothing, housing and transportation, but it does not prevent them from appreciating it from time to time.

Milk Tea Sister is quite fascinated by sounds. When she was in her tribe, whenever she had the chance, she loved to shout towards the mountains and deep ravines and listen to the echoes.

When I heard Han Cheng singing these out-of-tune songs, I felt as if something suddenly opened up in my heart.

It turns out that besides shouting at the mountains, you can also use your voice in this way...

The tall and majestic image of Han Cheng that she had established in her mind over this period of time has been raised a lot.

Of course, this wasn't enough to make her eyes sparkle.

What really made her eyes sparkle with stars were the lyrics sung by Han Cheng.

She didn't understand most of the lyrics, but she did understand the word "sister".

Because her name contains the word "mei".

Such nice words, the Son of God is speaking to himself...

Han Cheng sang for a while, and finally vented a lot of his excitement about returning to the tribe.

The singing stopped and when he turned around he saw the milk tea girl leaning on the bow of the boat. He thought that the song was quite suitable for the situation. Except that he was not pulling the oars and the little girl at the bow did not sing with him, and he was a little out of tune, everything else was fine.

Thinking of this, Han Cheng saw the milk tea girl looking at him again with a fascinated look. He smiled slightly, and after a while, his eyes became strange again.

Because he suddenly remembered a scene - several years later, he was standing beside the bed, with his head lowered and a sad face.

Milk tea sister sat on the bed, looking at herself with resentment on her face, and sang out loud: "Little sister, I'm sitting on the head of the bed, brother, why are you sweating so much..."

(It’s not that the author is a beast and has to cultivate a loli. In order to prevent Han Cheng from getting green light on his head, he can only be a beast - Mo Shoubai with a righteous face)