The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 810 The Bed Collapsed

If someone walks from below, you can still hear a clear sound.

Yan Zhixin has to be careful every time.

Sleeping on the bed, she also tried her best not to turn over.

But the more I don't want to turn over, the more uncomfortable I feel to maintain a posture, and finally I can't help but want to turn over.

As a result, the sound of "creaking" and "creaking" from the bed was very clear in the quiet night.

Mo Junting helplessly pressed her into his arms: "Don't move around."

She poked her head out of his arms in dissatisfaction, looked at him with a bulging face, decided to see nothing, turned her back to him, and suddenly the bed made an overwhelmed sound, as if she had done something.

She thought, since it's already ringing anyway, it's better to move away from him.

She moved decisively inside.

So, the bed kept ringing again.

Mo Junting stretched out his hand and pulled her back into his arms, she twisted her body to hide.

The two were quarreling and rolling around, the bed kept making noises, and then suddenly——

Bang!
A loud bang.

The bed board couldn't bear his domineering behavior, and broke into two pieces vigorously.

Mo Junting: "..."

Yan Zhixin: "..."

It's almost frightening.

The most frightening thing was that the whole tree house shook, making people suspect that the tree house would collapse at any time.

Seeing the mess on the floor, Yan Zhixin innocently glanced at Mo Junting, then at the counterfeit and shoddy bed board, and asked, "How do you feel?"

Mo Junting: "..."

Not surprised?

Is it irritating?

There is nothing more depressing than this in the world.

Yan Zhixin didn't want to sleep in the tree house anymore.

However, there are only tree houses in the tribe, and they have to live in them if they don't want to.

After changing to a tree house, Yan Zhixin stared at the bed inside and looked again and again, not wanting to lie down at all.

Mo Junting didn't say anything in surprise, he just lifted the bed sheet and checked the bed board underneath.

The bed board is not a complete piece, but there are many thin pieces put together, the quality of the middle part is better, and the quality of the inner part near the wall is particularly poor.

No wonder it breaks.

Mo Junting didn't say anything, and asked the people from the tribe to replace the worst parts of the bed.

The tribal people looked at them very delicately, and gave them a thumbs up before changing the bed boards and going out.

Yan Zhixin: "..."

Mo Junting seemed calm and natural. After closing the door, he said to her, "Alright, let's sleep."

Yan Zhixin looked at the ground which was relatively thick but the gaps were so big that Xiaoqiang could crawl over at will, and resigned herself to climbing onto the bed and continuing to sleep.

This time, she slept very well.

She didn't turn over all night.

The tribe's annual planting festival, which is also the coming-of-age ceremony, is coming in a blink of an eye.

There were also many tourists who specially came to watch the ceremony, and the tribe became more lively.

During the tribal sacrifices during the day, outsiders were not allowed to enter, and Yan Zhixin and other tourists just watched from a distance on the periphery, witnessing this shocking and exotic ceremony.

After the sacrifice is the coming-of-age dance, and all the boys and girls in the tribe wear the "dress" of the party——

The girl was wearing a skirt composed of colorful thin straps and a short jacket with countless thin straps, paired with jingling jewelry. As she walked, those tassel-like straps fluttered in colorful colors.

The boy's clothes are also similar, but the colors are not so bright, and the upper body is directly exposed.

Yan Zhixin originally didn't intend to go to the countryside to do as the Romans did, but Lin Lan had already bought a dress when she was climbing mountains and playing in the water, and she couldn't help but stuff it into her arms: "Go and change."

(End of this chapter)