By the time Master Niu had finished everything, the time was nearly one o'clock in the morning.

At this point in time, the other locals of the Black Stone tribe had been sleeping dead; after all, they had been sleeping after dark, and the natives of the mountains had been living for many years.

After the arrival of Master Niu, the Black Stone Tribe was the first to break this traditional tribe, but even on weekdays, it was just to turn the song to nine o'clock, and at 9:30, it basically all went to sleep.

As for other types of entertainment, that’s not the case.

Originally, the old man brought a lot of entertainment supplies, in the case of prohibited gambling, but also quickly abandoned by this group of local goods; in their words, with this leisure work, it is better to go to the small square to twist two paragraphs.

But even so, the Black Stone tribe at nine o'clock in the evening, suddenly cut off the nightlife, still with a large number of labor spread throughout the thundering mountains, so that countless indigenous people relish between the endless yearning.

So that the half-sized little cubs, the dream of being cultivated from childhood was successfully distorted, and they no longer fantasized about going out of the bustling mountains to look at and break through.

Instead, they looked forward to growing up quickly, and then, as the chiefs of the tribe had applied, to add their names to the list of laborers who had sold their laborers the following year.

Let them see how rich the legendary Black Stone Tribe is; the kind of night when they don't sleep well at night, but they are gathered together to twist the song of the night, how luxurious; even for this, they have to work hard in the day...

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The locals of the hands are more powerful, and naturally they have become more qualified hitters, and the mood of the cow master has become very happy after passing the initial shock.

With this good mood, the ox returned to his temporary residence, a small porceling bread covered with soft animal skins after almost removing all the excess seats.

Even the construction of the residence of the Niu Master is already the most important work of the Black Stone tribe in the recent period.

However, because the house built by the whole stone is the first time these local goods are built; under constant exploration and rework, the cow feels that he can live in a new house in a month, which is already a fairly optimistic estimate.

So, he took several of his female slaves and students, and had to stay in the bread for a while!

When he came to the little bread, the cow master unexpectedly found that some of them did not sleep, but sat around a pile of bonfires, and his face was doing something that was being pointed to another person.

The four of them were actually eating barbecue, and they were still drinking a burning knife and wine in a small mouth, and finally the most important thing was that they did not wait for his cow master!

So, the angry old man ran over, grabbed a string of just roasted meat skewers in the hands of the three girls, and put a big mouth into his mouth without taking care of the hot mouth.

The excellent quality of wild beef, coupled with the already natural seasonings of the black stone tribes such as the end of chili peppers, makes the taste of roast beef quite beautiful; compared to the modern surface before Niu Xu, it is extremely limited several times of squeegee experience, and I do not know how much stronger in the taste.

After a few bites and finished the large meat skewer with a small half a pound in his hand, the cow master gave a thumbs up to the three men: "Huh!It tastes good, and the little girl's craft is getting better."

Originally because of the deliciousness of the hand was snatched, and the three-legged words that puffed up immediately smiled even the eyebrows bent, and the joys began to bake new barbecues, which were still sent to the hands of the cow master one by one.

As for the other female slaves, the big girl and the two sisters obviously have not recovered from the surprise of tonight; it is estimated that they will never dare to imagine that they can still have the day to become totem fighters.

For this reason, the two of them were actually rare and bold, but in the face of the cow master, they kept pouring a strong burner into their mouths; they even paid a mouthful to the cow from time to time, expressing their gratitude that they could no longer express in words.

And the last blood slave girl, it seems, has no interest in the delicious barbecue and the tardy wine; on the contrary, she has a bun larger than her face, and is quite cheerful with a full attention.

These buns were made by the little girl herself, and put in a lot of white sugar, so that the cow master felt a little too sweet when he tasted it; but such buns were quite welcomed by the black stone tribe, women and young cubs.

In this little girl's little blood girl, the cow master can't see a hint of modern features, those legendary characteristics.

I believe that no matter who, can not be in front of the eyes of this hate meat, like to eat sweet bread, and a meal is a dozen female men, and those who like to smoke the type of blood together.

Seeing this little girl whimpering a huge bun, without pressure into the stomach, flat belly is almost nothing strange; then, her slender little hand and then to the basin in front of her, once again grabbed the past, the cow master's heart is full of powerlessness.

This is the first time he intends to be raised as a young girl in adulthood, and it is not good to comment on the fighting power at that time, but in the bread, there will be absolutely no enemy at that time.

"Forget it, you can eat something, anyway, the Black Stone tribe won't be her stuttering."The cow can only comfort himself so much in his heart.

In the time that followed, they drank a five-pound burning knife with a five-pound bowl of fire, plus a whole pot of barbecue; among them, the most ate and drunk, took the wine of the vinegar to the skin of the bed, and slept in the past...

In the middle of the night, a slightly unheard conversation sounded: “Sister, do we need to do this?”

"Of course, we can live such a good life, and become totem warriors that we could not have imagined before, all this is the grace of the oxen; although he does not know why he likes ugly women like us, but as long as the old man is happy."

“Are we going to wear those strange, shameful clothes?”

Another voice paused for a moment before saying again, “Change!I don’t want anyone else to see it.”

After that, the two people secretly entered the cow master's small bread, skillfully launched the small bread to fly outside the village; and in the process, the cow master who cried out to sleep knew nothing.

Eventually, Wuling Bread landed in the same place last time, but what happened became a little different!