Chapter 247 Plan to Leave
Her voice was very soft, but it was like a stone suddenly dropped into the center of a quiet lake - "You are like a seed that will sprout, blooming sweet flowers in my heart."
Long Chen's breathing suddenly stagnated.
His drooping eyelashes suddenly lifted up, and his amber pupils shrank slightly in the sunlight, like honey that was unexpectedly illuminated by the light.
His Adam's apple rolled but no sound came out. He just pressed the back of her neck and deepened this non-sexual kiss.
Ange saw the light suddenly flashing in his eyes, as if someone had thrown a handful of stars into a deep pool, making her heart feel hot.
After the kiss, Long Chen raised his head in an uncontrollable arc, and smiled so hard that fine lines appeared at the corners of his eyes.
"This..." His voice was lower and hoarse than usual. When he reached out to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, his fingertips trembled slightly, "...I should have said it first."
Sweet words are like freshly brewed honey in spring, you can never have enough of them.
He heard the dragon cub babbling in his arms, but he pretended not to hear it and suddenly lowered his head and rested his forehead against hers.
As their warm breaths intertwined, Ange could clearly see every golden line of joy on his irises - her shy and sweet smile was clearly reflected in them.
The two of them walked and played, and as they walked, they came to the place where pottery was fired in the tribe.
The craft of firing pottery in the tribe has become somewhat mature. As long as the kiln is opened, successful pottery can be produced.
But due to the limitations of the kiln, not too many can be fired at one time.
Therefore, the tribe has not yet achieved the freedom to use clay pots and basins.
After hearing what Ange said, the priest used all the kilns to burn bricks and put the pottery aside for the time being.
Ange hasn't been here for a long time since she came here to escape the war with the Teng Snake when she was still pregnant with the dragon egg.
The number of kiln pits has increased from three to four.
The high priests were making bricks out of clay in full swing. In the distance, on the very firm ground that had been trampled, there were many dried brick embryos.
There was a little priest standing at the place where the pottery embryos were drying, acting as an artificial conveyor belt. He caught the bricks thrown over by the high priests after they were finished, and then placed the bricks on the ground to dry.
The high priest Rhino was very skillful. When others finished making two bricks, he had already made three.
So, he and two other high priests made the bricks at the same time and threw them to the "artificial conveyor belt" little priest at the same time.
The young priest grabbed one brick with his left hand, stretched out his right hand to catch another one, and just when he was feeling proud...he watched helplessly as the third brick came towards his face.
The clay brick, which had not yet dried, hit the little priest's face with a "pop", leaving a brick mark before falling and hitting the little priest's bare feet.
The little priest twitched in pain and let out a cry: "Ah~!"
The Rhino High Priest closed his eyes and turned his head away, unable to bear to watch: "I'm sorry, little one."
The young priest jumped a few times holding his aching foot, and when the pain eased a little, he picked up the brick and tossed it in his hand, "It's quite handy as a weapon."
It hurts so much to hit someone before the burn occurs, and it will definitely hurt more once the burn becomes hard.
The other little priests were responsible for chopping wood, lighting the fire, and keeping an eye on the fire.
All matters are clearly divided and carried out in an orderly manner.
The little priest who was drying bricks suddenly put down the bricks in his hand and bowed politely: "Dragon God, Messenger, hello, little Dragon God!"
The high priests looked up and saw Long Chen. They immediately stood up and bowed, "Hello, Dragon God! Hello, Little Dragon God! Hello, Messenger!"
Ange smiled and nodded, and the little dragon waved his chubby little hand holding the banana flesh.
Long Chen had a cold face and was too lazy to pay attention.
The priest ran over with a smile, "Ange, you are here, take a look at the bricks we made, do they look good?"
Ange saw it and said, "It's good."
Grandfather priest: "It has already been burned in a kiln. You can take it out when the fire goes out."
"Ange, please bless those bricks."
The priest felt that as long as the pottery embryo was blessed by Ange, it would be fired successfully.
Ange used his mental power to check and found that the iron element in the clay was oxidizing and the bricks were gradually turning orange-red. After firing for a while, the batch of bricks was successful.
Whether Ange blessed it or not, this batch of bricks would be successful, but she still nodded, clasped her hands together, and gave a casual blessing.
"Dragon God, please bless this batch of bricks to be successfully fired."
The priest grandfather grinned.
Long Chen curled his lips and said lovingly, "Success."
The priest laughed even more happily.
It’s the hot summer season now…
Although the Dragon God Tribe has spring-like weather all year round, there are four large furnaces burning around, and the fire mouths of the brick kilns spew out twisted heat waves. The breeze pushes the heat waves up a bit, making it unbearably hot.
After Ange took a look around, he broke out in a sweat, with beads of sweat pouring out of his pores.
The little dragon cub couldn't stand the heat anymore, so he turned into a little dragon and flew to a place far away from the fire mouth, where he stood under a big tree in the wind's outlet to enjoy the cool breeze.
Long Chen picked a large leaf to fan Ange, "It's too hot here, let's go."
Ange really couldn't stay there any longer, so she wanted to leave with Long Chen.
After Ange blessed the bricks, the priest no longer worried about whether they would be successful.
So he had a new question, "Ange, how do you think we can build a market with these bricks?"
It's not a good place to discuss things in an environment with four stoves burning.
Ange wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Grandpa Priest, it's too hot here. When we get back to the tribe, call my father and Lang Yi, and I will tell you slowly."
The priest suddenly reacted and urged, "Yes, yes, yes, you guys go back quickly, it's really too hot here, wait until the fire is out and I'll send someone to call you when the bricks are ready."
"Okay." Ange nodded and left with Long Chen.
Long Chen reached out and held Ange's hand, and the two walked to a place farther away from the brick kiln. The little dragon cub that was standing in the wind to enjoy the cool air finally flew over and followed Ange.
Leaving the place where pottery is fired, a breeze blew through the forest, and the branches and leaves swayed gently, rustling and whispering.
The moist coolness spread over the skin, carrying with it the fragrance of moss and soil, sweeping away the heat wave.
A breeze blew towards them, and Long Chen's silver hair and Ange's black hair suddenly entangled, like interweaving flowing clouds, and like moonlight flowing into the night.
As the tips of their hair trembled slightly, a hint of coolness, carrying each other's warmth, quietly hid in the gaps in the wind.
Long Chen peeled a banana and handed it to Ange, "After the bricks are successfully fired and the market is built, shall we leave here?"
Ange took a bite from Long Chen's hand, then took it and looked at him in confusion: "Don't you like it here anymore?"
The Longshen Tribe is like spring all year round and is very suitable for living. Why would you leave? Ange was puzzled.
Long Chen looked at her, with emotions surging in his eyes that Ange could hardly understand.
"I want to take you around and see if there is any way to repair your godhood."
I see!
Ange nodded, "I'll follow you wherever you are."
Long Chen touched her head and said, "So good."
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