Chapter 42: Longing for Wife Rock

  The little fluffball happily agreed and came down. With a couple of flaps of its golden wings, it flew away without leaving any trace. Its speed was really beyond what the naked eye could discern.

  Mo Yi'er slid down the tree. She had gradually gotten used to life in this primitive society. Climbing trees and whatnot was simply child's play for her now. She casually picked up some dry firewood and lit a bonfire. Xiao Rongyuan came back carrying two bird eggs. The eggs still had warmth on them, showing just how fast Xiao Rongyuan was.

  Master. There's no pot. I'll give you roasted bird eggs instead.

  It's okay. It can only be like this now. Mo Yuer has just realized that wanting to eat plain boiled eggs in the morning is such a luxurious thing.

  No matter what, she wouldn't starve herself. Even thinking required energy. She devoured several roasted bird eggs in big mouthfuls. Finally, her stomach was full. It was then that she noticed something tied to the back of Cai Feng's cloak. Cai Feng, come here.

  The silly bird was pecking at the rare insects on the ground. Hearing its master's call, it came running with a "da-da-da" sound. The more foolish it looked, the more foolish it became.

  "Huh? This leather bag is filled with corn." Mo Yier said in confusion after opening the leather bag. At the same time, she also discovered that a piece of peacock feather was torn off from Cai Feng'er's back. What's going on? You go back to the tribe.

  Obviously. Cai Feng won't pluck a big bunch of feathers by herself. Even more, she wouldn't tie corn to her back. However, asking Mo Yi was also futile. Cai Feng can't speak human language after all.

  Don't mind him. If there's corn, come and feed Cai Feng'er. If you want to eat cooked corn, I'll get a pot for you. For Xiao Rong Qiu, it's just a matter of flying back to the cave to fetch a pot. But she has to get Mo Yi'er's consent first. Mo Yi'er is in a bad mood. As her pet, Xiao Rong Qiu knows best.

  No need. Give it to Caiying instead. I'm full already. Moyi put down the animal skin bag, looking worried and preoccupied.

  Xiao Rong took out a few grains of corn to feed Cai Feng'er, but her eyes remained fixed on Mo Yi'er. For a long time, Mo Yi'er remained silent, making him unable to bear the urge to speak up. "This person, what do you plan to do in the future? Are you going back to the tribe or not?"

  I don't know. Mo Yuer hopes that Chu Yan will come find her, but she's riding the colorful phoenix and flying away. There are no footprints on the ground. Chu Yan won't be able to find her. But he can't bear to return like this either, especially with a heart that feels like it's lost love. Why don't we take this opportunity to go to the Langya tribe? Tell Fan Gong that I'm back. No matter if Fan Gong is the same as Chu Yan or not, because of his own cleverness he likes me. He'll definitely say something when I return. Let him be at ease.

  Good. Listen to the master's words. Wherever the master wants to go, he goes.

  "Hmm... it's decided then. Mo Yier was just about to say let's set off, but she remembered that there were still things to bring for Fan Ge. The other exchange items didn't matter, but the beast skin clothes for Fan Ge couldn't be left behind, right? Little Fluffball, wait until tonight when we sneak back to the tribe and bring the beast skin clothes for Fan Ge, then head to Langya Tribe."

  Yes. Good. The little furball has no opinion whatsoever. A picture of obedience.

  There was a decision. Mo Yier's knot in her heart also opened up a bit. She and Xiao Rongqiu were looking forward to the arrival of night. But the more leisurely, the slower time passed. The two people were bored, pulling out wild grass one moment, and plucking tree vines the next. They were so bored that they were about to go crazy. Finally, they endured until sunset. Xiao Rongqiu directly put Mo Yier on his own back, depriving Cai Feng'er of the right to be her mount. Ever since he saw Chu Huo carry Mo Yier, he had always wanted to do this.

  They are human in form, but have a pair of extremely beautiful golden wings. With just a flicker, they can fly far away. In the quiet night sky, they are like shooting stars, flying quickly towards the cave inside the mountain.

  Wait. Stop here. When there was still a little distance from the internal fall, Moyi'er shouted to stop. The tribe's bonfire was near at hand. Moyi'er had all sorts of flavors in her heart. Xiaorou took back its wings and hid behind a big tree with two people.

  Master. Zhuo is sitting at the door. We may have to wait a bit.

  Uh. Chu Huo was at the door. She had no way to sneak in and take out Mang's beast skin clothes. So now, all she could do was wait.

  Two people hid behind the tree, occasionally glancing at the entrance of the mountain cave. The villagers were having dinner. Sang Zhen was washing up. Si Fanni was washing a smelly animal skin blanket for Xiao Hei. Zhang Ji was chasing after the mischievous Tutu again, scolding him. Xiao Lai occasionally said a few words to Chu Hui, but Chu Hui's mouth remained tightly closed and didn't say a word.

  All of this fell into Mo Yi'er's eyes. It made her want to forget the people who had fallen in the internal conflict, but it was hard for her to do so. She mocked herself by saying: I'm not there anyway. The tribe's people are also living well.

  Unconsciously, it was already midnight. The tribespeople in the village fell asleep one after another. However, Chu Ji still sat at the entrance of the cave, motionless like a stone statue. Previously, he didn't even go over when the villagers were having dinner.

  Master. What to do. He won't leave, we can't get the things. Xiao Rongqiu won't think of other things. He only remembers why he and Mo Yier came back to the cave.

  Wait a bit longer. He'll go back to the cave when he's tired, said Mo Yier. Her eyes tried their best not to look at Chu Yan, but still couldn't help it. This person had already unknowingly carved his way into her heart.

  Alright.

  Continue to wait. The wind blows the withered leaves moving. The pitch-black sky has a few clouds moving. Even the small stars are twinkling. Only two people, Chu Huo and Mo Yi'er, remain still. They sit opposite each other, like two statues.

  This oppressive atmosphere made Xiao Rong very uncomfortable. He frowned and glanced at Mo Yi'er, then looked again at Chu Yan in the distance. After a few times, he couldn't bear it anymore. He quickly ran out. Just as Chu Yan hadn't noticed yet, only feeling a gust of wind passing by, his back of the neck was hit once. The whole person fainted.

  Mo Yi's face turned pale with shock. She quickly ran over and found that Chu Yan had only fainted, letting out a sigh of relief. She glared at the little furball, silently accusing it.

  The little ball of fluff blinked its eyes in confusion. What did it do wrong? Nothing.

  Okay. Chu Yan is still unconscious now, and the tribespeople are all asleep. Mo Yier had Xiaorou drag Chu Yan to the kang and put him on it. She herself quietly found the clothes she was going to give to Fang Ge. Then she turned her head to look at Chu Yan, thinking to herself: Wait for me, I'll be back after I've thought things through.

  Carrying things quietly walked out of the cave. Mo Yier said to Xiao Rongqiu: Let's go.