But through the thin atmosphere, the stars can be clearly seen.
It's just that today's two crescent moons seem to be a little brighter.
The little boy looks like he is at most ten years old. He is not tall but has obvious muscles.
The dark skin makes this little guy look particularly strong.
Perhaps he was running too fast. By accident, the little boy tripped and fell forward suddenly.
But at the moment when he lost his balance, the little boy's left hand naturally shot out like lightning and hit the ground.
The whole person actually used the force to do a forward somersault, arcing through the arc like a cannonball, and landed heavily on the ground.
Boom.
The ground shook heavily, and a huge wave of dust rose up.
At first glance, it sounded like a rhinoceros treading the ground, but looking at the calm expressions of the adults also wrapped in animal skins, it seemed perfectly normal.
The little boy, like an energetic calf, appeared in the center of the village with a few bounces, landed steadily in front of the owner of the crescent-shaped eyes, and raised the old wooden board in his hand as if asking for credit.
A mountain is painted crookedly on it with green, yellow, and black paint.
Those bright black eyes were full of anticipation. After passing the wooden board, he rubbed his hands nervously, waiting for further comments.
"Yart, you're late again and you cut in line!" A little girl with braids pouted, her red face looking extremely lively.
"Squeeze, squeeze, I'll help dad kill a fat rock sheep today! Then let me come over. I've already worked hard to run such a long way." The man known as Yarte
The little boy argued loudly, and after speaking he unceremoniously squeezed in and sat next to the little girl.
"Filia, you are still free over there, please leave some room for me."
"Humph." The little girl snorted dissatisfiedly, but still moved to the side.
"Yart, I have told you many times, run slower in the future, you are always disobedient, and you are not allowed to jump in line next time." The clear voice was like an oriole, and the girl looked at Yart over there, helpless.
Shake his head.
Art nodded dejectedly.
The little girl called Philia covered her mouth and giggled. She was wearing a well-tailored animal skin coat. Her skin was much fairer than that of Arte, and she also had scars.
These children appear to be of varying heights, and generally appear to be around ten years old.
Her young eyes were full of confusion and expectation.
There were some older boys in the distance, looking with curiosity and a bit of teenage admiration in their eyes.
"Teacher must be a gift given to us by the gods of Xingyu!"
"She knows so much that she can actually teach us how to build great buildings. If this continues, our White Armor Clan will definitely become stronger and stronger. When the time comes, let's see if those Red Stone Clan people still dare to bully us!"
"Yes, I heard from the teacher that we will all be able to live in more comfortable houses soon."
"With a face as beautiful as the starry sky, and a wisdom as vast as the sea of prairie, I really don't know who will be good enough to be a teacher in the future."
Some strong figures were cutting up the bodies of giant beasts by the campfire, while women next to them were tanning the hides.
In the center of the village, there is a majestic red clay spire that is fifty meters high.
Hundreds of tons of dried animal meat are stored there, and it is the most sacred place in the entire Baijia village.
These words are repeated among them countless times every day.
When these white-armored tribesmen dressed as hunters were busy discussing, the one they mentioned the most was the girl sitting in the center surrounded by children.
How many people hope that their sons can be good enough to win the heart of Teacher Xiao Wang.
In the dark weather all year round, bonfire lighting is the only way to keep warm and get light in the village.
"Teacher, please wear thicker clothes. We are not afraid of the cold. Don't get too cold. Teacher, look at what I drew today..." A strong little fat man rubbed his nose and handed over a soft fur blanket in a flattering manner.
"Humph, Enoch, do you want your sister and teacher to turn on the stove for you? No! We also brought a blanket for the teacher."
"This is the white water fox's cloak. My mother just sewed it today and asked me to send it to you specially." Filia stood up hurriedly.
"I brought one too, mine is thicker and warmer."
"Teacher, are you thirsty? I brought water from Qinggu Spring, which is delicious."
…
The sound of chirping came, and several children rushed to deliver their gifts.
The girls sitting in the center looked at these faces with loving eyes.
She smiled and pushed back the scrambling little hands.
"I'm not cold, really not cold, thank you."
"You don't have to give it to me every day, there's almost no room for it in the house, haha~" Perhaps she was infected by the smiles of these children, the girl also covered her mouth and chuckled.
These children all have hearts as sincere as gold, and this is the greatest warmth in her opinion.
The children didn't care what the teacher said, they just stuffed it all in.
"Okay, before today's painting class starts, the teacher will tell you a story, a story about a great hero."
"Hahaha, the teacher is the best. I have another story to listen to."
"We like to hear about great heroes."
"Brother Mu is going to fight off the bad guys again," the little girl Filia said with longing eyes.
"Well, of course... this time, he encountered a very powerful enemy. How powerful is it? The number of enemies is thousands or tens of thousands of times more than him!"
"Ah, the big hero is so awesome."
"Wow! I'm looking forward to it!"
…
Exclaims rang out, and soon the children were immersed in the story with their chins propped up.
If the teacher hadn't arrived, their daily life would have been simply hunting and skinning, and then following their parents to sell in distant villages. They grew up like this little by little, and finally died in a certain wild beast attack.
Day after day, year after year.
This is the life of the Baijia tribe, or perhaps this is the life of most people on this planet.
Teacher Xiao Wang's falling from the sky is like a god in the eyes of this village.
It has a beauty that puts them to shame, a soul as clear as Qingguquan, and a wisdom as boundless as the grassland.
It's just that the girl refused their title of "goddess" and instead volunteered to be the children's "Teacher Xiao Wang".
Her gift from God.
The treasure of her Baijia clan!
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"You actually want to blaspheme our Teacher Xiao Wang!"
At this moment, a man as strong as a lion stood up angrily and grabbed the thin man opposite with two mustaches.
Holding the opponent's neck with one hand, it seems that the opponent's neck can be crushed in the next second.
But the thin man with two mustaches had a sneer on his face, and he clamped his thick arms with both hands and twisted them violently.
Creak!
There was a crisp sound, and the lion-like man suddenly hit it with his backhand.
boom!
The hard ground rock exploded immediately.
"You, the Red Stone Tribe, can't get involved. Teacher Xiao Wang is noble and inviolable!"
"Noble? No matter how noble she is, she is still a woman. The son of the leader of our Red Stone Clan, the most dazzling star, Izewende, has taken a liking to her. As long as you agree, our Red Stone Clan is willing to pay another village comparable to the White Armor Clan.
The betrothal gift, isn't this... enough?"
The dust and fog dissipated, and the seemingly thin man was actually facing off against the burly man with a body as tall as a mountain.
Under the feet of the two people, cracks like spider webs appeared.
In the huge tent built with animal bones, the two parties drew their weapons at the same time.
At a glance, there are all animal bone weapons with a pale white color!