Please don't let anything happen to you, please don't let anything happen to you...

While hurrying over there, the witch kept muttering to herself.

If something happened to the Son of God, then... he really couldn't imagine what their tribe would be like after such a thing happened.

It would not be an exaggeration to describe it as the sky falling.

The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became, because he learned from the gatekeeper Tietou that the Son of God and Lame had been away for a long time.

It's been such a long time and he still hasn't come back. This...

Thinking about the two tribesmen who died not far from the beehive in the previous tribe, the witch became even more panicked, and his heart was in a knot...

He was breathing heavily, but he didn't feel tired at all. He kept walking forward, which was not the speed that someone of his age should have.

"I'll go take a look first!"

The eldest brother, who was becoming more and more uneasy, walked like this for a while, then spoke to the witch, and then led a large group of people, rushing towards the direction of the beehive at the speed of attacking prey.

"Son of God?!"

After running for a while and walking forward for a while into the forest, the eldest brother and his companions saw Lame walking in front of them with a jar in his arms and a package on his back.

His eyes lingered on Bo for a moment and then skipped over to fall directly on a strange-looking man about ten meters behind Bo.

Although this person was holding a wooden box in his hands, had a strange-looking hat on his head, and his face was covered by sackcloth so that they could not see it clearly, they still recognized his identity at the first moment. He was the Son of God that they were so worried about.

After shouting in surprise, the crowd breathed a sigh of relief and quickened their pace again, rushing towards Han Cheng.

Han Cheng was stunned, then smiled bitterly. How come he was discovered again?

Then he realized that he had a beehive in his hand and shouted: "Don't get too close to me, I have bees in my hand..."

Lame also reacted and quickly added: "Son of God, there are bees in your hands, don't go over there."

Are there bees?

How come there are bees in the Son of God’s hands?

When thinking about this, I realized that from time to time, small insects with wings spread would fly in and out of the wooden box held by the Son of God.

The eldest brother was startled and said anxiously: "Son of God! Throw it away!"

As he said this, he was about to run towards Han Cheng, wanting to rescue their great Son of God from the vicious insects.

Throw away?

Why throw away the bees you got with so much effort?

Looking at the people running towards him again, Han Cheng spoke with both emotion and a wry smile.

After another round of explanation, these people finally stopped in doubt, kept a certain distance from Han Cheng, and looked at Han Cheng with a hint of worry and awe.

What they were worried about was that the bees would hurt the Son of God, but what they admired was that the Son of God was really fierce. The Son of God not only actively provoked the bees that people tried to avoid, but also put them all into a box and carried them away in his own hands.

"Where's the witch?"

Han Cheng asked.

Based on his understanding of witches, the eldest brother and his men had mobilized such a large force, and it was impossible for the man who was only concerned about the elders of the tribe to remain indifferent.

"The witch is behind!"

After being reminded by Han Cheng, everyone who came remembered this matter. The eldest brother quickly sent the fastest runner back and asked him to tell Wu that the Son of God was fine, and told him not to worry and not to come here again.

Here, at Han Cheng's signal, Bo put down the honey he was holding and opened the package. He put down the beehive and came over to cut some honeycombs with a bamboo knife and distributed them to the people who came over.

Everyone looked at this yellowish thing with many holes in it and didn't know where to start eating it for a moment.

Bo Ke was an old hand. He picked up a small piece of the honeycomb and swallowed his saliva before putting it to his mouth. Then he demonstrated to everyone else. He put the honeycomb in his mouth and couldn't wait to taste it, with his eyes narrowed.

After seeing his reaction, everyone put this inconspicuous and even strange-looking honeycomb into their mouths with doubt.

"Um?!"

The eldest brother’s eyes widened instantly.

The second brother, who loves eating the most, hesitated for a moment, then began to move his mouth quickly. While eating, he looked at the remaining large piece of honeycomb in the package, his eyes shining...

No wonder the Son of God wanted to get these bees so much, it turns out they are so delicious!

I thought the boiled fruit juice I drank before was sweet and delicious enough, but now compared with this honeycomb, it is so inferior!

Xiaofu, whose face had become smaller, also came over. As the first discoverer of the beehive and the pioneer who tested the poison on himself, Han Cheng also allocated some beehives to him, and Fujiang and his fellow guys were no exception.

After a series of operations like this, Han Cheng had a good rest, picked up the beehive, and continued to head towards the tribe.

The eldest brother and others followed and moved forward. Unlike when they came here in a panic, on the way back, everyone became calm and filled with joy. Some people were even licking their fingers secretly.

This Son of God, who had not yet fully grown up, had already become their backbone...

“Huh~!”

After receiving the notification, the witch let out a long sigh and relaxed completely. He had been walking in a hurry just now, but now he finally felt tired. He found a slightly higher place to sit down and breathed deeply.

While panting, he asked about the situation over there.

"Collect all the bees?!"

Wu's eyes widened.

"Wu, please try it."

Inside the tribe, Han Dashenzi, who knew that what he was doing was not right, handed a bowl of freshly made honey water to the witch, behaving in a rather servile manner.

When the witch looked at the appearance of the Son of God, he felt like laughing and was deeply moved.

He pretended to be still angry, took the honey water, put it to his mouth and drank it. His cloudy old eyes immediately lit up.

He opened his mouth wide, looked at Han Cheng and then at the honey water in the bowl, his face full of shock. The anger he had just forced himself to maintain was instantly gone.

"God...Son of God..."

Seeing Wu's reaction, Han Cheng smiled rather subtly...

In the room, Han Cheng poked a chopstick into the small bowl and picked it up, and the sticky honey formed a bright line.

The chopsticks dipped in honey entered the child bride's mouth.

Sister Bai Xue's big eyes narrowed involuntarily, like two lovely crescent moons.

Brother Cheng really brought back some delicious food...

The beehives were placed on a specially built earthen wall in the courtyard that was more than one meter high and two or three meters long.

It is not possible to put it so high, because the Xiaofu and his fellows want to come and harass the beehive whenever they have nothing to do, showing their "only remembering to eat and not to be beaten" mentality to the fullest.

Wherever the queen bee is, that is home. These bees have also adapted to their new home. They constantly go in and out of the holes in the beehive, working hard to collect pollen and make honey.

Outside the Qingque tribe wall, the large patch of lush rapeseed flowers became the best place for them to pick flowers...