Dancing is worse than sleeping, and dancing is worse than eating!
Even Yang Cheng, who was not good at dancing and had no appreciation for primitive dance, was pulled in by everyone and "forced" to dance.
Looking at the Yanpengniao on the other side, Yanying was very interested in everyone dancing, her eyes wide open and curious.
Then Hongya taught her a little bit, and after a while, the girl Yanying turned into a dancer's elf, walking with light steps.
The clothes made of feathers shine extremely brightly in the firelight.
It's almost impossible to take your eyes away.
Comparing Yang Cheng's dance steps with hers, Yang Cheng could not be said to be beautiful, but rather clumsy and ashamed of himself.
Everyone's dance continued until dawn, and did not stop until the first ray of light of the morning sun fell.
Yang Cheng asked everyone to get ready, get everything, and be sure not to lose it.
Especially those few bags of millet, whether the Qingque tribe can continue to develop next year depends entirely on it.
After being manipulated by the divine fruit tree, the surrounding high-level ferocious beasts drove away all the low-level ferocious beasts, and then the high-level ferocious beasts were driven away by Yanying.
It’s not certain how many ferocious beasts will be in this forest next year.
There were not many things, so under Yang Cheng's repeated instructions, everyone finished sorting the things.
Because Yanying said that she would leave after the divine fruit on the divine fruit tree was successfully condensed.
Therefore, everyone who was ready stared at the sacred fruit tree in the distance and waited.
After a night of condensation.
There are only three of the dozens of divine fruits on the divine fruit tree that can be completely condensed.
Yang Cheng did a little calculation and found that the condensation speed of a divine fruit ranges from ten minutes to half an hour, which is determined based on the size of the divine fruit.
The last three magical fruits are one big and two small.
It probably takes about an hour.
An hour seems long but is very short.
There's not enough time to even take a nap, put on makeup and go out, or play a few games.
However, Yang Cheng and others fell into the theory of relativity, and the waiting time felt very long.
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Just when Yang Cheng was about to return to the tribe.
Qingque tribe.
For nearly forty consecutive sunsets, there were no witches in the tribe.
Everyone in the tribe was depressed and had no energy to do anything.
After everyone has done something for a while, they will look up into the distance from time to time, looking outside the gate of the wall, hoping to see Yang Cheng returning with everyone.
But every time I looked up, I saw a deserted forest.
So, I could only sigh and continue to do what I was doing.
Then after a while, he looked up into the distance again, and so on...
The Qingque Tribe's kiln has not been open for more than half a month. Without Yang Cheng by her side, Lulu was in no mood to continue firing pottery.
At first, when he saw that Lulu had not fired any pottery, Mu Qing would come over and ask, urging Lulu to make two pottery at random.
Later, as time passed, when Mu Qing came over, he just shook his head and sighed, and did not continue to urge.
At this time, at the kiln.
Yanlin with tiger ears, Sachi with a succubus-like tail, two twins Sakura and Tao, the rabbit-eared girl, Lulu, the deer-eared girl, and Natsu, the sika-deer-eared girl.
These Yang Cheng's beast-eared girls were all squatting on the ground and surrounding each other.
Between them is a rough clay pot.
Now this clay pot is filled with small green and yellow stars made of grass leaves.
When Yang Cheng left the tribe, in order to dispel the idea of Yan Lin and other beast-eared girls to follow him.
Yang Cheng took out a clay pot, and then told the beast-ear girls to weave a small star out of blades of grass and throw it into the clay pot every day. When the clay pot was full, he would come back.
At that time, Yang Cheng calculated the time and found that the time it would take to get back and forth from the trading ceremony would be more than thirty days at most. This clay pot could not be filled at all.
However, Yang Cheng did not expect it.
There was no problem when I went there, but when I came back I was unlucky enough to encounter the Black Monkey Tribe’s Blood Sacrifice Sacred Fruit Tree, which descended into the forest that I had to pass through.
It attracted a huge number of high-level ferocious beasts, which directly blocked everyone's return to the tribe, delaying it for seven or eight days.
So at this time, the clay pot was full of little stars, and it overflowed a lot.
Six beast-eared girls gathered around the clay pot.
Each beast-eared girl holds a small star in her hand, with a serious look on her face, extremely solemn.
Yan Lin looked at everyone, and everyone nodded heavily towards her.
"Okay, I'll start first."
Yan Lin carefully placed the little stars in her hand on top of the clay pot, and the pile of little stars shook slightly.
After she finished, Xing followed, and Xing also put down the little star on his hand.
Then came Ying and Tao, the two beast-eared girls, and then Lulu. The three of them also carefully placed the little stars on the clay pot.
At this time, the overflowing little star was tilting, and it looked like it was about to fall, but in the end it did not fall over.
Seeing this, the beast-eared girl, whose heart was in her throat, breathed a sigh of relief and put her heart back down again.
Then Yanlin, Xing and other five beast-eared girls looked at Xia, the only one who hadn't put up the little star yet.
"Xia, it's your turn." Yan Lin reminded.
Looking at the overflowing little stars, Xia hesitated, her right hand holding the little stars trembling.
"summer?"
Seeing that Xia's hand stayed in mid-air for a long time without putting down the little star, Lulu said doubtfully.
Xia's hands trembled even more, and she couldn't let go of the little star in her hand that was carefully woven from the tenderest blades of grass.
After a while.
Xia suddenly stretched out his hand and said with a hint of crying in his voice: "Yan Lin, Xing, what if Wu still doesn't come back after I put the little star down?"
"No, no."
Yan Lin bit her lip with her teeth and said comfortingly: "Wu said that when we fill this pottery pot, he will come back!
He is a witch and he will not lie to us! "
"Yes, Xia, please put down the little star." Xing's eyes turned red and he also echoed: "Witches never lie to us. If you put down the little star, he will definitely come back."
The bunny-eared girls Sakura, Tao and Lulu didn't speak, but looked at Xia with encouraging eyes.
"Um."
Comforted and encouraged by everyone, Xia nodded seriously and held back the tears in his eyes.
She stretched out her fisted hand again and placed it tremblingly on the clay pot filled with overflowing little stars.
Then he closed his eyes and opened his fists.
The little stars carefully arranged in the palm of my hand fell on the clay pot with its own gravity...
