I'm doing shopping in the original

If a man really lived alone all the time as the leader said, then he would most likely travel regularly to trade with other tribes.

Otherwise, it is impossible to explain that a person living alone has a complete set of language and such clothes that have entered the weaving stage.

There are bright red tattoos on the man's uncovered skin. It's hard to tell what kind of pattern it is. If there is no accident, it should be drawn by animal blood. It's not very dense, but it's everywhere.

From the arms to the thighs, some lines are like the sun, some are triangles or the overlap of squares and circles, and more can't be seen.

Uro subconsciously bit himself.

The pain didn't wake Uro up, but instead made him faint. He licked his lips and blurted out, "The legs are pretty good."

The man stared at him calmly, and slowly smiled, with hidden anger flowing across that frighteningly beautiful face, as if the sun had wiped the sharp blade, leaving behind a frosty and glaring light.

Now Uro was finally sure that he was indeed smiling.

The man replied hoarsely and slowly, "Thank you."

Grass?