Chapter 530

The room is not small. You can see the identity of the old man with white hair from the side.

The materials used in the stone bed are not from the grain stone, but from the stone types that can be seen everywhere in the underground caves. The hardness is not high, and the carving difficulty is quite low.

The unidentified fur on the bed adds comfort.

The old man was well-dressed, with only a little skin. His hair was long and fell over his feet under the bed.

The length of the eyebrows is also down to the mouth, covering half of the eyes, even the beard, are messy like grass.

It can be said that the old man's hair and eyebrows are thick enough to cover most of his facial features. I don't know how many years he has lived and whether he hasn't cut off his hair, eyebrows or even beard since he was born.

The smell of barbecue wafted in slowly from the outside. The big round nose in the old man's hair twitched several times, and his closed eyes opened a little bit. His eyes were dim.

"What tastes so good?"

The old man slowly opened his white eyes, from which he could not find the black spot pupil, and seemed to have no vision.

He is the head of each clan. He has a long life. He is over 500 years old. Every once in a while, he has to sleep for at least half a month to make his body function simulate hibernation. Sometimes he even sleeps for a month.

He always gets up late, not early.

This time, it is extremely rare for him to wake up three days ahead of the minimum standard.

The old man put his body on the bed and let his feet touch the ground. It was a pair of legs like a shrunken balloon, even a little skinny.

There are two bulging muscles on the legs of the Zhuzu people, which are like two pieces of ham sausages that have been expanded several times. That kind of strange sign is most obvious in the middle-aged people of the Zhuzu people.

The old man's legs are different, with folds of skin wrinkles. It seems that when he is old, what he should not have will never be retained, and will be taken away by time mercilessly.

He picked up the crutches on the side of the bed, propped himself up, and let his long white hair drag on the ground. As soon as he raised his eyebrows, his eyes pointed to the place where the fragrance came from, and he could hear the sound of commotion.

"What are those kids up to?"

Good smell of aroma in the nose to scratch, hook the old man stomach bug big crime, toward the outside.

The faint starlight falls, and the large red stone slabs reflect each other, decorating the cold and narrow grottoes.

Twenty adults lay on the ground, in a fan-shaped line, with a stone slab on each person's feet, burning it red with their hot feet.

On both sides of the fan-shaped stone slab, there were Zhuzu people holding long ridge meat. They were staring at the many pieces of meat on the stone slab, smelling the aroma close at hand, and their stomachs began to purr.

Luo encouraged Nianli to pull a piece of meat from the sky. Under the gaze of many people, it was separated into pieces of thin meat of the same size every minute. Every operation could cause a riot.

Around, or sitting or standing, on the wall, on the wall, or even on people's shoulders, people form a standard line of onlookers.

One of the most outlying members is relatively short, and the commanding heights nearby have been occupied. He can only rub around on the edge of the team to see his magical ability.

The patriarch quietly came to the man's back and patted him on the shoulder.

Impatiently, the man patted the patriarch's hand away and continued to explore, trying to see something through the cracks of the crowd.

The patriarch looked at the hand he was patted back, and then extended it to pat him.

The man looked back and saw that the patriarch was staring at him silently. He immediately opened his mouth and was silent.

"It's very busy. What's going on inside?" The patriarch's smile is covered with a luxuriant beard.

The man's eyelids blinked and suddenly made an incredible cry.

"The patriarch wakes up!"

The sound of full vital capacity and the speed of light spread all over the crowd, causing a huge thriller.

"What? How could the patriarch wake up? "

"Three or five days early? It's over. Is the longevity limit approaching? "

"Screw you, don't curse the patriarch."

The noise is loud because the patriarch wakes up early, which is too unscientific.

Looking at the horror reaction of the clan people, the patriarch squinted and looked very calm.

"It's over?"

The patriarch looked at the clansman who cried out.

That clansman embarrassed smile, say: "call finished."

"Well." The patriarch nodded and said, "can you answer my question?"

"That..." The clansman scratched his head and said awkwardly, "I'm not sure."

The patriarch sighed, raised his crutch, knocked on the ground and said, "don't you get out of the way?"

If the people were granted amnesty, they quickly got out of the way. His action aroused a chain reaction, and the crowd surrounded automatically got out of the way, so that the clan leader could see the busy Luo all at once.

Bishi and Dongba are also here. Bruna is huddled on Bishi's shoulder. They notice the obvious disturbance, but they can't understand what the Zhuzu people are saying. Then they see that after the crowd gets out of the way, an old man comes slowly with a crutch.Members of each clan look at the old man with respect. Even if they don't look at this, they can see that the old man is the patriarch.

The patriarch first looks at Bishi and Dongba, who are sitting on the ground. A trace of astonishment flashes through his eyes. Then he looks at Luo, who is using Nianli to help roast meat. He looks gradually surprised.

The dust laden memory has been opened up for a long time.

Finally, he noticed Bruna on Bisky's shoulder and fell into complete silence.

Luo also noticed the arrival of the patriarch, but he was not distracted. He always focused on the fire. After all, he needed a high degree of concentration to open twenty stone slabs.

The fragrance is gradually rising, which makes people indulge in it.

Luo's barbecue opened a door in their taste world.

The clan's big round nose puffed and made a low voice like the sound of a mosquito.

It's going to be a great barbecue.

So he thought, and then walked, long hair dragged on the ground for several meters.

Lying on the ground, people from different ethnic groups are feverish. They are closest to each other and salivate the most.

After about five minutes, the barbecue was made. With a wave of his hand, Luo Yang tossed the roasted meat around in the air. However, one by one, he caught the hot meat with his bare hands and stuffed it into his mouth calmly.

Luo specially left a bowl and handed it to the patriarch.

Not far away, Brune hears the wind and floats slowly towards Luo and the patriarch. She knows what she should do later.

The patriarch looked at the hot barbecue in the bowl, and his intestines began to sound, but he didn't stretch out his hand. He looked at Luo and said with emotion, "I haven't seen an outsider for a long time."

Luo understood the language he spoke. It was an old common language that had not been completely improved and could be used for communication.

The word "outsider" comes from the patriarch and represents the identity from the outside world.

Luo was stunned. When he wanted to say something, he just heard the patriarch continue: "you are very strange."

At this time, Brune falls on Luo's shoulder. She doesn't know that Luo and the patriarch can communicate without her tentacles.