Prehistoric Chef

Chapter 10 Xiaoming's scarred Buga is really handsome!

The air was filled with the smell of burnt fur, and the corpses of wolves were all over the place, with a strong smell of blood.

Gao Ming held up the torch, and the light of the fire shone on Bujia's body, making the blood dripping even more terrifying. "Bujia, are you injured? Why so much blood?"

"It's okay." Bujia shook his head.

"It's okay to have so much blood," Gao Ming held the torch in one hand and touched it with the other. Just now, Bujia wanted to die alone on the tree, and asking him to take care of Landa was like a last word. "The old wound hasn't healed yet, it's better now..."

Gao Ming was rambling, Bu Jia grabbed Gao Ming's hand that was going into the leather skirt, and said seriously: "I'm really fine, these are wolf's blood." Other than a slight scratch on the arm, there was no other injury.

Landa saw the joy of being reborn after the catastrophe, and said, "I told you, my brother is the most powerful hunter of the Dong Clan!"

"Yes, yes, Bujia is the best." What is convincing.

Bu Jia frowned, looked at the corpses all over the floor, and said coldly, "Pack up, let's go."

"It won't be dawn?" Although Gao Ming asked, he held up a torch to find the scattered luggage.

"The smell of blood is too strong, it is no longer safe here, and hyenas and vultures eating carrion will smell the smell--" Bujia glanced at the starry sky, "it is not too early for dawn now."

Landa and Gao Ming After tidying up, Gao Ming picked up another wooden stick, the one wrapped around the sweater was burning vigorously, so the two were simply mixed together, Landa held the fire stick, Gao Ming carried the luggage, now they only have a few pieces of cotton cloth and woolen The coat and the two stone bowls were wrapped together in big leather, and the steps of the three of them were heavy.

The light is not good, but the weather is cool. Gao Ming can follow the brothers closely while wearing cotton shoes. He finds that his physical strength is getting better and better. Quite a lot. He couldn't help but joked: No wonder he walked so fast, it's not that he lost a few catties of meat!

The faintly bright light in the morning slowly spilled into the woods, and the spirit of the three who had walked for half the night looked good. The three people's calves were drenched with dew in the grass, and Bujia's bloody upper body was smeared with bloodweed, making his whole body smelly. Seeing the sun rising slowly, Gao Ming couldn't help sighing, "It's another new day." Here, every day is like wrestling with God, earned, although dangerous, but passionate.

Bujia's face was covered by a beard, seeing the sun slowly brightening, his whole body softened a lot, "There is a water source in front."

"Great, I didn't drink or eat yesterday, I must reward everyone today. "Gao Ming threw the burden on the other shoulder, the stone bowl made his shoulder hurt.

When Landa heard that there was something delicious, she bared her canine teeth and smiled like a fool.

Sure enough, he didn't go far, and he could hear the sound of the river flowing. Landa trotted over, Bujia's footsteps were fast, and Gao Ming trotted behind with a big burden on his back. The river was bigger than the previous one, and Landa had already bowed his head to drink water. Buga stood by the river and untied his leather skirt. into the river.

"Brother, I'm drinking water." Landa protested softly, then quickly took off her leather skirt and jumped in.

Gao Ming stood foolishly by the river, what the hell, primitive people are cheating! Don't talk about Bujia, you can find some excuses at the age of twenty-two, what the hell are you doing at the age of an eighteen-year-old brat!