"Nephew" grabbed his hand and moved it down, placed it on his face, rubbing it gently.

While touching his face unconsciously, Pan Ting studied the hair ball in his hand. The hair ball was so fleshy that it felt, so it should be edible, right? Maybe now is a good time for popular science barbecue!

Thinking of this, he became more and more motivated again, took them back to the plain, found a very thick branch, stepped on it with his feet, took the ball of hair off the branch, wiped the branches casually, and began to drill wood to make fire.

"Nephew" squatted in front of him and looked at him curiously.

Although they are all naked and are used to watching more, they are squatting at such a close distance, and the visual impact of a certain position is really... very impactful!

Pan Ting changed direction.

"Nephew" stretched his head in confusion and looked at him from bottom to top. Seeing that he didn't respond, he came over again. He first touched his face with his hands, and then rubbed his body against him.

Seeing that he was so naive, Pan Ting forgot that his arm was dislocated by him, he patted his face: "Give you a name, just call me...nephew." He pointed at him, "nephew."

He repeated it several times before his nephew learned it, and then happily ran to show off to others.

Seeing them playing and making fun, Pan Ting couldn't help laughing.

Fire suddenly rose between his legs and almost burned to his crotch. Pan Ting fell to the ground in fear. He had already stopped just now, how could it be... He looked up suddenly and saw Sa'er standing not far away.

"What's fun?" he asked angrily.

Sa'er picked up the firewood and walked over to help him set up a bonfire.

He took the initiative to help, but Pan Ting couldn't get angry, and silently cooperated with him to pick up firewood.

The fire quickly attracted the attention of the Glorious Clans. They surrounded them curiously. Looking at the burning flames, someone couldn't help but reach out to touch them, but was slapped away by Pan Ting.

"Fire." He pointed at the fire.

The others obediently shouted: "Fire."

The nephew rushed out and pointed at himself: "Nephew." He pointed at Pan Ting, "Shen Shen."

Pan Ting explained awkwardly to Sa'er: "It's a god, a god of gods. Uh, they're very smart, right?"

Sa’er Canal: “The system will give random rewards to the three major ancestors of human beings.”

"Is that? What are they?"

“Learning ability.”

Sa'er said, taking the sharp branch, and taking out a wooden block that he picked up from somewhere, demonstrating the standard version of drilling wood to make fire. Two minutes later, the Glorious Clans successively formed several bonfires.

Pan Ting said sourly: "You are more suitable to be a guide than me." I studied accounting at the time. Do you understand accounting? This basic manual labor is not suitable for me! I am a brain talent!

Sa'er said: "That's not what you think in your heart."

"..." Pan Ting lost but not lost, and said stubbornly, "I thought with my head."

"Ah!" The Glorious Clans suddenly shouted.

Pan Ting ran over and saw that they actually roasted the fur balls. Is this not because of strong learning ability and stronger development ability? It is just that the direction of development is not right. After the fur balls were burned, the fur was black and hard, and it also emitted a strange stench.

"Give it aside." Pan Ting covered his nose.

Sa'er stretched out his hand, took the hair ball, and peeled the shell apart in a few seconds, revealing the pink tender flesh inside.

He picked out the tender meat, inserted it on the branch, and roasted it on the fire. Soon, the fragrant barbecue smell came out, allowing the glorious tribes who had never eaten barbecue to smell the smell in the air one by one.

Pan Ting hasn't eaten meat for a long time, and has also been aroused by a few greeds, but seeing that there are too many monks and too little porridge, she didn't go to join in the fun.

But my nephew was very filial and immediately sent it to Pan Ting's mouth when he got a piece of meat.

Looking at his attentive eyes, Pan Ting couldn't bear to refuse. He opened his mouth and bit a small part of it. Before he could bite it off, his nephew's mouth came over and bit half of the meat held in his mouth and left.

Pan Ting: "..."

Zaozi suddenly emerged from him and said quietly: "Don't be sad, he just kissed you."

Pan Ting instantly furious, spitting out the flesh with a "pah" sound, "I didn't kiss at all!" But he was frightened. He was almost kissed by a man, and I ate it! From "aunt" to "dislocating" to "snatching food"... This nephew is simply his nemesis!

Zaozi looked at him with more compassion: "Don't be sad, he just didn't kiss you."

Pan Ting: "..."

The nephew suddenly rushed over, and Pan Ting subconsciously avoided the meat, but saw him picking up the piece of meat he spit out and stuffing it into his mouth. He chuckled at him twice, stuffed a purple fruit for him, and ran away quickly.

Zaozi said, "I checked it, his behavior was very similar to courtship."

Pan Ting glared at him, and saw Sa Er looking at him with a slight pity.
Chapter completed!