"Be careful...be careful...come back on time..."

Like a few white clouds sleeping sheep, she stayed in the air for a long time and was too lazy to move.

The wind that was not cold on the face blew gently, shaking everyone's not very neat hair.

In the lazy and leisurely time, a feeling of parting filled the river of the Qingque Tribe, covering these people wearing animal skins.

There was no farewell to be broken, no low and gentle sound of flute sounds, and no one splashed ink and wrote the poem of parting.

But the sorrow of parting is really spreading here.

Wu said the instructions that had been said many times, and two people who were older than Wu wiped their eyes that often cried.

Xiaomei, Xiaoli and others have red eyes.

The lucky general who brought the five little blessings stood on the shore and rushed around the circle.

Mr. Lu, who was lured by Han Cheng with rapeseed, also stretched out his long face at this time.

Only the stone boy did not recognize the taste of sorrow, and looked at the Son of God from the side, hoping that the Son of God would allow him to board the boat together and go outside to see the world.

"Look at the tribe and wait for us to come back."

Han Cheng said to the people on the shore.

"We will definitely come back before the end of the month."

The cable was untied, and the boat that had lost its restraint left the river bank in turn. Under the dual action of the oars and the current of the water, it stayed away from everyone and sailed downstream.

“Woo woo woo woo…”

Fu Jiang opened his mouth and cried to Han Cheng who was leaving on the boat, very anxious.

"go back!"

Han Cheng shouted at it.

"thump"

Seeing Han Cheng go further and further, the blessing will jump into the water and chase Han Cheng.

"go back!"

Han Cheng shouted at Fu Jiang.

It was just late spring at this time. Although the water could not kill people, it was still very cold.

How could Fu Jiang listen to Han Cheng? He just kept swimming forward along the water.

This stupid dog!

"go back!"

Han Cheng sniffed and shouted loudly at the sight of his head showing only one in the water.

"Yeah..."

"Yeah..."

Several puppies started to scream anxiously and helplessly on the shore. Two of them still wanted to enter the water and kept crying around.

Fu Jiang swam in the water for a while, and finally turned around and swam towards the shore.

He climbed up ashore wetly, shook the water on his body vigorously, and ran towards the place where the puppies were. After merging with the puppies, he led them downstream along the river bank.

From time to time, a whine sounded like a whine.

"Go back! I'll be back!"

Han Cheng shouted at the stupid dog who was reluctant to leave.

I would have tied it up before I knew it.

General Fu led Wu Xiaofu to chase the river for a long time until a river fork in front of him blocked the way, and then stopped.

It squatted there, looked at the place where the boat disappeared for a long time, and made a whine of "whimper" from time to time. It was not until the sun was west that it took Wu Xiaofu towards the direction of the tribe.

Under the sunlight, it actually sets off its loneliness and desolation, like a lonely wolf abandoned by the tribe...

The Qingque Tribe, which was very lively in the past, became deserted with Han Cheng and others leaving.

Everyone's hearts were also empty, as if they had lost a lot of things.

Even the second senior brother who is the most edible on weekdays has become a little bit less delicious.

When Han Cheng and his senior brother were there, they were not very good at watching rabbits except for lying around the rabbit circle and stroking rabbits, and the witch, who basically didn't do much else, now they no longer went to see rabbits.

He turned his attention to the tribe and paid attention to the tribe's movements.

He must arrange and inquire about these things every day when he inserts the door and arranges personnel to stand guard and keep watch.

The two Qingque Tribes who were like Dinghai Shen Needle left, and he had to take on the rest.

What he thought might not be so clear, but he did so.

The stupid dogfu Jiang, who used to be just crazy, also changed his temperament and seemed much quieter. The most common thing he did was to squat at the gate of the Qingque Tribe with Wu Xiaofu and look downstream of the river...

The river water flowed gurglingly at the bottom of the boat, and the oars and wooden rods rubbed and made a squeak.

The elder brother held a paddle with his hands crossed his hands, rowing the water one by one, and the paddles entered the water and came out again, causing ripples and clamors.

When the oar comes out of the water, a string of crystal water drops fall into the water along the oar.

Sometimes he slid his two boats at the same time, and sometimes he only rowed one to control the direction of the canoe so as not to hit the river bank.

At this time, you are walking along the river. You only need two oars to row one by one, and the other two oars are put away and placed in the cabin.

The white clouds were floating, and the blue on both sides kept retreating. The familiar tribe, familiar people, familiar walls, and the stupid dog that had been chasing the boat for a long time gradually disappeared, and was completely integrated by the continuous blue on both sides.

The others on the boat were a little reluctant and nervous, after all, this trip was different from the past.

In the past, when they went out to hunt, they would usually return to the tribe on the same day, but this time it took a long time.

And I have never been to the place I have ever been to.

The setting sun shines on the afterglow, shimmering the river surface two or three times wider.

Han Cheng calculated the distance, and it was probably less than fifty miles away from the tribe.

After walking forward for about half an hour, the river flowed into a larger river, looking in the direction when it came, like a bloody sun spreading in the water, a piece of red.

Han Chengzuo gave the river a name, called Honghe.

Shortly after it entered the river, Han Cheng asked his senior brother and others to row the boat to the south bank of the river, which was a shallow where he could rest.

Under such circumstances, he is not going to do anything like the night night flight, as it is a life-threatening act.

The sound of the oars rushing to water and the sound of conversation between the people startled several gulls and herons.

There were also unlucky people who were not able to fly away before they could fly away, and they were shot through their bodies by a feather arrow filled with bone arrows. Without a few swings, they stopped moving.

Junior Brother Sha grinned with a wooden bow, and the rest of the people also cheered. In the past, they had no way to catch these flying birds.

Everyone took the boat and stepped on a weed.

The hand-pressing drill for drilling fire was taken out, and a fire flashed in the sound of chirping.
Chapter completed!