It was almost getting dark, but the firewood still didn't start burning. Of course, Mo Ziwei felt anxious.
"Drill wood to make fire? Yes, you can drill wood to make fire!"
Mo Ziwei's eyes lit up, and she suddenly thought of a good idea`````````
"I don't know if the survival methods of our ancestors are useful."
Mo Ziwei muttered, but she was busy preparing materials in her hands.
Ye Feng lay not far away and looked at Mo Ziwei with interest. He really wanted to see how people in this world make fire without tool magic.
"It should be like this, right?"
Mo Ziwei tilted her little head and thought for a long time, then slowly picked up a wooden stick with a relatively pointed head, and suddenly inserted it into a wooden stake, but the surface of the wooden stake was covered by Mo Ziwei.
Some flammable wood chips.
"Start work!" Mo Ziwei shouted in her heart, with a look of determination on her face.
"Gu Gu Gu——"
"Gu Gu Gu——"
"Gu Gu Gu——"
The unpleasant sound of drilling wood sounded sparsely ````````
"Drilling wood to make fire?"
Ye Feng opened his mouth in surprise, looking at Mo Ziwei who looked like a savage and was astonished ``````````
"You also know how to make fire by drilling wood?"
When Mo Ziwei heard Ye Feng's surprised words, she couldn't help but stop and turn around ````````
"Of course, my ancestors survived by drilling wood to make fire!"
When Ye Feng got excited, he spilled the beans. By the time he reacted, it was already too late.
"Ah? My ancestors were also ````````"
Just as Ye Feng was about to say something more to redeem himself, he heard Mo Ziwei say something equally excited.
"Gah?"
"Could it be that people in this world in the past also relied on drilling wood to make fire?"
Ye Feng was slightly surprised.
But that’s okay, it saves him the trouble of explaining himself. He’s still afraid that Mo Ziwei will find out something.````````
If the ancestors of this world did not survive by drilling wood to make fire, then they would have really exposed their secrets`````````
"Uh ``````"
As if she knew she had said something wrong, Mo Ziwei subconsciously covered her mouth.
"Heh, what are you talking about, silly girl, so are your ancestors. Aren't we from the same world, and our ancestors are also different?" Ye Feng joked with a smile.
He didn't think much about Mo Ziwei's flawed words.
"Of course, we are of different races!"
Mo Ziwei was quite dexterous and took it naturally.`````````,
"Different races? Oh? Then tell me what race you are from? I am a pure human race!" Ye Feng nodded affirmatively.
"We are all humans, but I am the beauty race among the humans, and you are the beast race among the humans!"
Mo Ziwei also nodded her head seriously and said.
In fact, she wanted to say, I am a tribe of Peking apes, and you are a tribe of cavemen. But Mo Ziwei was afraid that these words were too shocking, but she didn't know how people in this world were divided into tribes in the past, so she randomly divided the two.
.
"I'm going to `````````"
"Why am I a member of the beast tribe? I thought you were going to say that I was a handsome man."
Ye Feng's eyes widened.
"Feel!"
"Kekekekeke`````"
After saying that, Mo Ziwei covered her little mouth and giggled.
"Okay, Huahua, I noticed that you are getting more and more weird. Tell me, who did you learn these from? That person is immoral. He actually brought me, a gentle and pure Huahua, to be like this.
``````````''
Ye Feng looked sad and angry.
"Fuck you`````````"
Mo Ziwei's face turned red. Although she knew it was a joke, her heart trembled inexplicably, and a strange emotion spread in her heart.
"I didn't learn this from you!"
Mo Ziwei turned around again, holding the wooden stick and preparing to use force again.
She didn't dare to look into Ye Feng's eyes, she was afraid that she would fall in.
"Learned it from me? Did you? I am so pure, so kind, so gentle, so `````````"
"Puch-"
"Go to hell, stop being disgusting, I'm going to throw up my breakfast!"
Before Ye Feng could finish speaking, Mo Ziwei burst into laughter and almost threw the wooden stick in her hand.
"Is it disgusting? No way? I am so kind, so pure, so `````````"
"Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! If you keep talking, I guess the fire will get heated up until the next morning`````````"
Mo Ziwei had an angry look on her face.
"Hey, you need to get angry first, make a fire````````"
Ye Feng grinned, knowing that it was almost enough. He closed his eyes slightly and began to rest. At the same time, he also began to think of future plans in his mind.
Sitting and waiting for death is not Ye Feng's style.
Judging from my current situation, it will take at least a month to regain my ability to move, let alone the inside of my body. Without the cultivation of true energy, time alone can never change anything.`````````
In the past, when Ye Feng was injured, he could recover in a short time no matter how serious it was. Why was this?
So angry!
Infuriating energy can repair muscles and veins and has the effect of automatically healing injuries. But the problem now is that Ye Feng has lost his infuriating energy. This is the key to all problems`````````
Dantian was severely damaged, which was Ye Feng’s biggest headache.````````
In a daze, Ye Feng fell asleep again`````````
"Gu Gu Gu——"
"Gu Gu Gu——"
"Gu Gu Gu——"
I don't know how long it took, but I heard Mo Ziwei shouting like a child: "It's on, it's on `````````"
"Uh ````````"
Ye Feng opened his eyes in a daze, only to find that it was already dark without even realizing it.
"Has it been a long time?"
Ye Feng tilted his head and asked.
"It won't take long ````````"
Mo Ziwei walked up to Ye Feng with a faint smile, but put her hands behind her consciously. Her little face looked bright red under the light of the bonfire, exuding an irresistible temptation under the faint moonlight.
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She didn't want to tell Ye Feng that in fact, about four hours had passed.
She drilled for nearly four hours before raising the fire. She thought about giving up many times during the process, but when she thought of Ye Feng, she persisted.
Although she is exhausted now, her arms are so sore that she can no longer lift them up, her palms are even scratched, and the blood has condensed into blood, but the clear pain is stimulating her brain nerves.
``````
"Why do I feel like it's been so long?"
Ye Feng stared blankly at the sky.
"Are you hungry?" There are some small fruits here ````````
Mo Ziwei did not answer, but took out a few small cyan fruits from her pocket.
"What's wrong with your hand?" Ye Feng's eyes were focused, and he didn't know where he got the strength to raise his hand and grab Mo Ziwei's right hand.
"It's okay!"
Mo Ziwei tried her best to break free a few times, but found that she couldn't exert much strength anymore`````````
"Show me`````````"
Ye Feng said in an unquestionable tone.
As if by mistake, Mo Ziwei slowly released her palms ````````
"How did you get hurt like this? Are you stupid? You still drilled when you can't get out."
Ye Feng felt a little distressed and couldn't help but put Mo Ziwei's palm to his mouth and blew softly ``````````
"It's cold in the forest at night, and you're so badly injured. It would be really bad if you caught a cold. You can't do it without fire."
"You used to take care of me, now I take care of you!"
Mo Ziwei said it very seriously, with determination shining in her clear pupils ````````
"Fool````````"
There was a warmth in Ye Feng's heart, and he couldn't help but smile. He gently raised his hand and wanted to rub Mo Ziwei's head, but found that he could not lift his hand so high.
I couldn't help but stopped in mid-air in embarrassment````````
“So familiar action ````````”
Mo Ziwei trembled all over.
"Does he want to rub his head? Just like Feng in his previous life, he likes to rub his head and call himself a fool ``````````"
At this moment, Mo Ziwei almost shed tears ````````
"So familiar, so familiar```````"
Their eyes met, and time seemed to freeze at this moment. Both of them remained silent for a long, long time in tacit understanding.
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Much later than expected.
How should I put it, my inspiration is a bit blocked, and it now takes more than three hours to write a single page.
Although it is very tiring, I will persevere.
There are so many brothers waiting for me, I really don’t want to give up anymore`````````
The Evil God belongs to everyone. Once, everyone and Xiaoda worked together to create glory for the Evil God. What now? Some people have given up, and some are still waiting.
Even for those brothers who are waiting, Xiaoda will continue to explode! Let the evil god regain its glory!
