When Yang Muyun woke up again, he was already a flower planter.
Dashi held the ice crystal stick in his arms and stood beside Yang Muyun. Laxida was also waiting by the bed, yawning boredly.
After slowly opening his eyes and seeing Dashi's haggard appearance, Yang Muyun's first thought was over, and none of them ran away.
But when Yang Muyun saw Laxida again, he was stunned for a moment, and then shouted in surprise: "I'm not dead?"
"It won't be sure next time!" Laxida said angrily: "You are the one I trained, and I have only trained you. Do you understand? Your life is more important than my life, I am more than you
I don't want you to die!"
Yang Muyun felt warm in his heart. Although he knew that the two sides were exchanging interests, there was still a difference between one-to-one exchange and one-to-many exchange.
"I understand, Ms. Laxida, I will not take any more risks in the future."
Laxida breathed a sigh of relief, "If you just want to get the attention of other forces and gain benefits from them-then I tell you, there is no need. I can give you what others can give you, but I'm not yet
Then, do you understand!"
Yang Muyun lowered his head and replied: "I understand, Ms. Laxida."
Laxida glanced at Yang Muyun deeply, and then said, "The tourist group in Tielu City is here, it depends on how you deal with it."
Laxida is talking about "disposal" rather than "reception". Obviously, what Tielucheng did this time angered her.
Yang Muyun rubbed his eyebrows, "Withless countries have no diplomacy, it is normal for Tielu City to do this. After all, we are just an ordinary small tribe, and our enemies are the four northern countries in the civilized world, and even the entire civilized world. If I were in
The location of Tielu City will also make the same choice!"
Taking a deep breath, Yang Muyun said coldly: "If you have to settle this account, you can only count it to the four northern countries. Tielu City has close contact with them and can get a lot of information from them."
Laxida's eyes lit up, "Oh, so, don't you plan to swallow your anger and be ready to compete with the four northern countries?"
Yang Muyun was silent for a few seconds and grabbed her hair irritably.
I was all about farming at home, harvesting some food and picking vegetables, and eating and drinking together, and having fun, and I didn't even think about fighting for anything.
Even the God position avoided the existing gods and chose a "Genshin Impact" with no meaning.
Yang Muyun’s greatest desire is to become a god, but the driving force for becoming a god is for the lifespan of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years, not for the purpose of becoming a king and dominating the heavens.
However, the trip to Tielu City made Yang Muyun understand a truth: good and evil are not original sins, they are alive.
Just like in the eyes of the beautiful countries on earth, the poor and weak flower planter is the best flower planter. When the flower planter becomes rich and strong, eating a fish is polluting the ocean, and taking a breath is destroying the atmosphere.
The same is true in this world.
For the civilized world, the dead barbarians are the best barbarians.
This is an irreconcilable contradiction.
Even though Yang Muyun did not have any desire to fight, because of his identity as a barbarian, he was enough to become a thorn in the side of the civilized world. With the thorn in the flesh, waves of hunters would come to him until Yang Muyun died.
Yang Muyun finally understood that this is a world where the strong prey on the weak, and the laws of forests and even the laws of dark forests are the only truth in this world.
"That's right, Ms. Laceda, let the four northern kingdoms be my first sacrifice on my way to God! If I don't bury them, what's the point of my God in front of me?"
Laxida smiled with satisfaction. This is what the barbarians should look like.
"Young barbarians, remember: Gods are like stars in the sky, either living brilliantly or dying dimly. If you don't shine, how can sentient beings see you, and how can they believe in you if you can't see you, worship
you?"
Yang Muyun felt a sense of silence.
Has Laxida seen through his little thoughts long ago?
Finally, Laxida left.
Yang Muyun breathed a sigh of relief, and Dashi sat on the ground. The angry Laxida was so terrible.
"Dashi, how long have I been in a coma?"
"One day! The elephant head man escorted us back day and night."
Yang Muyun finally remembered something. When he opened the space channel, the old chief and others came out one by one.
This day made the old chief and the others feel very worried.
In the unfamiliar environment, confined space, and worry about the battle situation, the old chief and others were as young as the year.
Fortunately, the channel is open again.
When the old chief saw Yang Muyun's weak aura, he immediately understood what was going on.
Yang Muyun stuffed candy into his mouth and said, "This is our tribe. Welcome everyone."
Before the old chief spoke, Ying asked first: "Chief Yun, are all those humans dead?"
Yang Muyun nodded and then signaled to Dashi.
Dashi immediately walked outside and soon walked back, carrying a corpse and a sword in his hand.
"I'm waiting for you to decide what to do with this guy."
Seeing the enemy's corpse, Shadow's eyes instantly turned red. Then, he seemed to have made a major decision, walked to Yang Muyun a few steps, and then knelt down on one knee.
"Ying, I am willing to give up everything I have in the past and join Chief Yun's tribe. I beg Chief Yun to take it in!"
Seeing this scene, the old chief was not surprised.
Our own tribe is no different from destruction. Even if the tribesmen are retracted, they will be a bunch of old, weak, women and children. Survival is a problem, let alone seeking revenge from the four northern countries.
At this time, it is the wisest choice to defect to a powerful fellow tribe.
Yang Muyun's tribe is the best choice.
Rich and powerful.
Yang Muyun easily killed eight humans, and defeated the strongest in a single challenge.
You should know that if all the strong men of that level go together, all the warriors of their tribe can only barely die if they use their lives to pile up.
Before Yang Muyun could answer, more than a dozen barbarian little babies lined up in a row and knelt behind the shadows, begging to join Yang Muyun's tribe.
Yang Muyun looked at the old chief, but saw that he was kneeling down on one knee with a bone stick.
"Chief Yun, please leave a bone burial place for me, this old thing."
Yang Muyun then felt relieved and replied solemnly: "Okay, I accept your joining, and we will be a family in the future."
After saying that, Yang Muyun stood up and helped the old chief, shadow and little kids up one by one.
Whenever he helped someone up, the person solemnly called "Chief" and nodded to signal.
"Chief, what is the name of our tribe?"
Yang Muyun replied: "The flower planter! The burialist of the four northern countries!"
After saying that, Yang Muyun looked at the body of the Sword Saint of the Wind.
This is a very strange feeling.
Normal people avoid corpses because corpses represent death and bad luck, unknown.
But Yang Muyun was very calm.
It's like watching a pig, a sheep, and a fish.
He even thought in his mind that this was the corpse of the Sword Saint, a rare treasure. Yang Muyun even wanted to call the braised eggs to deal with them, make them into specimens and hang them on the wall, so that he could show off when he saw outsiders in the future.
Look, this is a human sword saint we hunted. Look at his sturdy figure, tight skin, slender arms and thighs, and clear muscle edges, it must taste very chewy.
But at this time, Dashi said, "Chief, are you strange? This guy has clearly died all day and has not been hard yet. The wounds on his body have been repaired. Will he be a zombie?"
Yang Muyun shook his head.
If the Sword Saint of the Wind is still alive, he will definitely not be able to escape Laxida's perception.
I reached out and touched it and found that the body of the Sword Saint of the Wind was indeed soft and elastic, and the tentacles were still a little warm, not like a dead person at all.
"Is this the special thing about the Sword Saint? It's powerful and the body will not rot after death. Just right, try whether the ancestors will collect it."
Yang Muyun recited the spell and then pointed it at the forehead of the sacrifice.