Chapter 533 The Son of God Rubbing His Eyes

The pottery 'colander' was hit on the forehead, and after being shaken, the ashes contained in it, which had not been blown away, leaked out and sprinkled on Han Cheng's head and face.

There was a dull pain in the head, and one eye was also fascinated.

Caught off guard by such an attack, Han Cheng subconsciously closed his eyes and turned his head to one side at the same time.

Then, by coincidence, my head got into the Kongming lantern, and the surroundings suddenly became a little dark.

"What the hell!"

Han Cheng yelled, and scratched his head with both hands reflexively, trying to get rid of the thing that attacked him.

After touching this thing in his hands, the panic in his heart was much less. Through the touch, he already knew what it was.

Your uncle!

Isn't it so accurate?

Han Cheng pulled his head out of the Kongming Lantern that had been going back and forth, cursing angrily in his heart.

At the most critical moment of being handsome, you gave me one. Isn't this a deliberate demolition?

The embarrassment turned into anger, Han Dashenzi really wanted to throw this ignorant thing on the ground to relieve his anger.

After the one-eyed eye saw the deformed stone in shock, he held back abruptly.

"Take it!"

Angrily, he stuffed the Kongming lantern in his hand into the hand of the stone, and quickly wiped the painful left eye stung by the ashes with the back of his clean right hand.

The shouts like mountain shouts and tsunami gradually subsided, and the inside and outside of the courtyard became calm again. It was even quieter than when watching Kongming Lanterns flying into the sky before, and it was almost audible.

The rest of the place was dark, but above the wall, the place where Han Cheng and the others were staying was not dark at all. A bunch of fires were lit here for lighting.

The existence of flashing lights was originally for people to see their actions clearly, but now...

Looking at Shenzi with black ash on his forehead, bent over and constantly wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, everyone's mouths widened.

The change of painting style was too sudden, so sudden that primitive people could not accept it.

So much so that his jaw dropped all over the floor.

After this kind of astonishment lasted for a while, many people who recovered from their astonishment began to suppress their laughter.

Although they knew that it was not appropriate to have such emotions at this time, but for some reason, they couldn't help laughing when they saw the appearance of Shenzi on the wall at this time.

The fear of the Son of God that had arisen because of the Kongming Lantern's ascension to the sky had also disappeared.

The Son of God is still the one who is smart and not too pretentious, and has not become a high-ranking existence that makes people afraid to touch him.

The people who discovered this matter were greatly relieved, and the smiles on their faces became even bigger.

Han Cheng, who dipped in his saliva and wiped his eyes for a while, finally rescued his eyes from the discomfort.

Opening his red eyes, he looked at the crowd who were holding back their laughter. Although Han Cheng had a thick skin, he still couldn't bear the embarrassment.

"It's gone, it's gone!"

He seemed a little irritable and waved his hands to let everyone disperse, and went back to sleep.

He had prepared a few words of speech, but now he couldn't say a word.

Everyone went back to the house one after another, with even more smiles on their faces.

Han Cheng was extremely depressed. Just by looking at the faces of these guys holding back their laughter as if they were constipated, he knew that what happened to him tonight would definitely become a hot topic among them in the future.

What's so funny about that?

Isn't it just that he was hit on the head by the Kongming Lantern and put his head in it again? Is it worth being so happy?

A group of primitive people with ridiculously low laughter.

A certain ashen-faced son of God muttered to himself indignantly.

Turning around and seeing Shitou holding the Kongming Lantern, Han Cheng was so angry that he didn't make a fuss.

If it wasn't for you kid, what Kongming lantern would I have made?

Also, you kid is so close to me, didn't you know to give me a hand just now? Do you still have a smile at this time?

The unlucky Shitou was quickly angered by God Son Han who became angry from embarrassment, and received two slaps on the back of the head.

Not only did the two slaps not make his smile disappear, but it made him smile even more from ear to ear.

This guy is hopeless...

After Han Cheng gave such a definition to the stone, he angrily followed the ladder down the wall, and walked all the way to the room he lived in.

I don't want to be with these guys who have no integrity, don't know what the Son of God thinks, and who are anxious about the Son of God...

The sun was scattered on the ground, warming the land that had just experienced the cold winter, making everything that had been silent for the winter gradually become agitated.

Han Cheng, who took off his coat and stood in the ditch, held a bone shovel in his hand, and kept shoveling the loose soil out of the ditch.

After shoveling the soil, the small flower bed, which he completed independently, has been completely dug, and it can finally be built with stones.

There were footsteps outside the courtyard door, Han Cheng turned his head, only the guy Shitou trotted back, his face full of excitement.

His excitement came from the few long worms in his hand.

Ever since Han Cheng's Kongming lantern made of snake skin paste flew into the sky, the snakes near the tribe have suffered from bad luck.

One by one became trembling, as long as they were seen, they would not even try to run away.

Among them, Shu Shishi, the next shaman who is not doing business properly, is the most active, almost becoming the natural enemy of the snake.

Shi Shi has made up his mind to paste out a larger Kongming lantern, preferably one that can sit on people.

Han Cheng was also very excited. He didn't have the ambition of going to heaven like a stone, but was simply happy for the delicate snake meat that was about to be eaten in his mouth.

Snake skins accumulated one by one, and there were stones in the foundation of the small flower bed, and gradually began to increase.

Finally, it emerges from the ground and continues to increase in height.

During this period of time, the green willows by the river suffocated buds like rice grains and stretched out again.

All kinds of flower buds that have not been conceived for a long time begin to bloom, exuding bursts of fragrance, seducing the buzzing flower pickers of the Qingque tribe.

The swallows that flew back landed on the rope, chirping like notes on the staff, discussing how to build a love nest.

Bai Xuemei, who was already a little pregnant, took out the silkworm seeds she had treasured for a long time and carefully placed them in the dustpan with some young mulberry leaves, so that the warm sunlight could wake up these sleeping little lives.

The land area of ​​the Qingque tribe is also constantly increasing. The overturned land stretches lazily under the warm sunshine, waiting for the seeds to come, thus giving birth to life...

The business combination far away from the tribe was also not idle, leading deer, dogs, weapons, goods and stones, and continued to move forward, preparing to go to the next tribe.