I am a Primitive Man Chapter 569: Born of my flesh, born of my flesh, can't

Chapter 569: Born of my flesh, born of my flesh, can't be discarded

That's because my child is my own, and yours...

Han Cheng, who was running back, would complain like this if he knew what the others were thinking.

Of course, even if it was a complaint, the people in the tribe didn't care much.

Every era has its characteristics. In this era where people struggle to survive, and everything is based on staying alive, people don't care much.

"We'll pack up and go back."

The witch stood here and was surprised at Han Cheng's speed for a while. After thinking about it, he spoke to people.

"Is it... born?"

Han Cheng, who was running out of breath, asked Tie Tou, who was coming towards him anxiously.

"Not yet... not yet..."

Tie Tou was slightly stunned by the speed shown by the Divine Child.

Could it be a difficult birth?

The more you care about sothing, the more likely you are to think the worst.

What are you thinking about?

Han Cheng secretly spit on himself, stretched out his hand, and patted Tie Tou to show his gratitude for coming to report the news. Then, he continued to run towards the tribe without stopping.

After Tie Tou was stunned, he turned around and followed Han Cheng, but he was not as fast as the Divine Child and was left behind.

Panting to the tribe's gate, Han Cheng rushed in without much pause and kept heading towards the room where he lived.

After running more than 20 ters, he realized that sothing was wrong.

No one gathered outside the room where he lived, but many people gathered in the toilet, making a lot of noise.

Did Bai Xue give birth in the toilet?

Han Cheng stopped and walked towards the toilet. Just after taking two steps, he heard a baby's cry in the chaotic life.

"It's born! It's born!..."

A joyful voice ca along.

Han Cheng was stunned on the spot. All the chaotic sounds faded away, leaving only the baby's loud cry.

Han Cheng was stunned here, the cry of the baby touched sothing in his heart.

He didn't know why; it should be a delightful mont, but he shed tears unconsciously.

"God... Divine Child, inside..."

Tie Tou ran in from behind, panting, pointing toward the toilet, and said to Han Cheng.

Han Cheng woke up as if from a dream, quickly wiped the water off his face, and then went to the toilet without saying a word.

People near the toilet saw Han Cheng rushing in and quickly made way for Han Cheng to visit Bai Xue and his child.

His child was born just like this, and he beca a father just like this?

Han Cheng was excited but sowhat unbelievable; a wonderful feeling lingered in his heart.

I can be a nanny with my baby in the future. I can play with my child, make delicious food for him in different ways, kiss, hug, and lift him.

As soon as he walked to the toilet door, Divine Child Han, a novice nanny who had just beco a father, had already begun fantasizing about playing the role of a nanny.

This was the second ti that Han Cheng had entered the won's toilet, except for the ti he sneaked into it out of curiosity and ran away after taking a look at it.

Compared with his sneaky and nervous inner feelings at the ti, this ti, he was much more open and justified.

There was no excitent or nervousness, and he didn't even realize he was entering the won's toilet.

The scene in the toilet had already appeared in front of Han Cheng.

Huo Er, Ruhua, Qingcao, Zhuang, and other won from the Green Sparrow tribe were gathered inside.

A piece of nitrated leather was spread in a slightly wider area.

The leather was now full of dirt. Bai Xue, with her lower body naked and pale, was sitting on the leather, holding a atball in her arms.

The little atball was not honest, kicking her hands and feet, crying with her mouth open.

"Brother Cheng, look."

Bai Xue saw Han Cheng coming in, and a smile appeared on her pale face. She lifted the little atball towards Han Cheng.

Seeing that the little atball bounced violently, she was worried it would fall, so she quickly took it back into her arms with an awkward posture. She was obviously not very good at holding a soft child.

This scene was not beautiful at all, and it was in the toilet in sumr, but Han Cheng thought it was more beautiful than all the scenes he had seen.

Seeing Bai Xue like this, Han Cheng was relieved; obviously, it was nothing serious.

He walked a few steps to Bai Xue, stretched out his hand to rub her sweat-soaked hair, and then lowered his head to look at the child, who bounced occasionally.

"Oh my god! So ugly..."

The baby had just been born, and the umbilical cord had not been cut off or washed. Its body was slippery, and its skin was wrinkled.

Its tender skin was a little purple, and its two hands were tightly clenched together and raised above its head, scratching it from ti to ti as it cried.

At first glance, it looked like a monkey...

Han Cheng, who was full of love for a nanny just now, lost his love instantly. Is this guy his own?

Even though he had seen many newborn babies, Han Cheng couldn't help but feel disgusted.

This was too different from his imagined pink, chubby, milky baby.

After watching for a while, he stretched out his hand to pull the little guy's legs to the side to expose the key parts.

Well, it's up to you.

No matter how disgusted you are, it's still your child, and you can't do less.

Turning his head to see that warm water, knife, willow branch water, and other things were already prepared, Han Cheng honestly and unceremoniously carried out the following work step.

First, he washed his hands thoroughly with willow twig water and then disinfected the knife.

He put the bone knife on the umbilical cord, pulled it slowly to cut it, and then tied a knot.

There is a reason why I didn't use a sharper iron knife. Iron is easy to rust even if it is carefully maintained. The iron knives of the Green Sparrow tribe can't escape this fate.

Han Cheng, who wanted to increase the tribe's population, certainly didn't let people use iron knives to cut the umbilical cord.

After handling the umbilical cord, Han Cheng took the slippery little atball from Bai Xue's arms and seriously washed it carefully and gently in the warm willow twig water.

It's a little ugly, but it's his own child.

My hands touched the little guy's body, soft and tender, and it was pretty comfortable.

Maybe the warm water made the little guy feel safe and like he was back in his mother's womb. The little guy, initially crying, beca quiet as if delighted with the care of Han Cheng, the new father.

After cleaning the little guy carefully and drying him with linen, Han Cheng took the small linen package handed over by Zhuang and wrapped him up.