There were axes made of stone in the interspatial space, but they were too heavy for Huanhuan to lift. She could only take out a small and sharp bone knife. She intended to slowly cut the bamboo.
She gently stroked the bamboo and said gently, "Don't be afraid. I'll try to be gentle so that it won't hurt too much."
The bamboo whimpered softly as if it was crying.
Huanhuan felt quite uncomfortable.
She had raised the bamboo herself and had some feelings for it. When she heard its cries, she couldn't bring herself to do it.
Xing Chen was also looking at her eagerly. "Can we not cut them?"
Huanhuan sighed. "If we don't cut the bamboo, we won't be able to make bamboo rafts."
"What do you want the bamboo raft for?"
Huanhuan told him about her plan to row the bamboo raft to the sea to take a look.
Xing Chen said, "This is a dead sea. There's nothing in the sea. Even if you have a bamboo raft, you won't find anything."
