Chapter five hundred and forty seventh right track
After stewing for almost an hour and a half, the dried meat finally became soft. Lu Zhengkang's attention was attracted by the soup in the middle, because water is an important solvent and one of the sacred reserves of alchemy. That kind of crazy inspiration is in
Keep attracting him.
The fiber of the dried meat was filled with water molecules and became plump, the flavor factors were slowly released, and the soup slowly turned yellow and bright. Lu Zhengkang was in a daze for a while, his appetite slowly overpowering his creative desire.
He made a pair of chopsticks, took off his mask, ate the food carefully, and threw the broken bones into the fire, where they were roasted black.
Lu Zhengkang's pot of gerbil soup was very full. He didn't finish it himself, so he left it for Tutuka to eat. The gray boy would not dare to eat with the giant spirit. Even if he enjoyed the leftovers, he was still extremely honored.
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He continued to make glass. After two hours, the sound of shouting and gongs and drums came from the north. A group of gray boys came around from the side of the woods. There were seven or eight coolies in the crowd carrying a wooden throne swaying.
Marching on the ground, there was an extremely fat gray boy lying on the seat, wearing golden ornaments. The crown was a huge emerald gem with a circle of colorful feathers. It was very gorgeous. He was crying.
The chief of the largest tribe on the island.
Lu Zhengkang only glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze. Tutuka picked up the blood-quenching spear, feeling particularly nervous. The leisurely Wang Jia came all the way with such ferocity that he scared several tribesmen hiding in the forest and ran out. Tutuka
After calling them over, they finally gathered into a giant spirit guard and stopped in front of the great chief's royal frame.
"That man! Turn around!" The fat, gray-skinned chief pointed at Lu Zhengkang's back with his stupid eyes narrowed.
The soldiers under his command raised their wooden spears inlaid with iron plates and pointed them at the sun, which shone in the cold light.
Tutuka shouted angrily: "Don't be rude when you meet the giant spirit! Poluna? Night attack, you come down and kneel down quickly!"
The chief just laughed, "There is no djinn, that's just a Momul. How can a djinn be so short! Ignorant Tutuka, leave quickly. You also swore to always respect and love me, Poluna.
Have you forgotten the oath you swore in front of Mahakala?"
Tutuka? Sleepwalking held the blood-tempering spear tighter, "You don't understand, I believe in my eyes, Poluna, come quickly, get close to the body respected by the giant spirit, and admire his great miracles. When you see
When you see the great creative power, you will understand that giant spirits are real."
Poluna shook his hand, and the slaves slowly lowered the rack. The bloated gray boy stepped on the slave's back and walked to the ground. This little movement made him gasp.
Lu Zhengkang turned his back to them and paused for a moment. In his heart, he regarded the Poluna chief as an enemy and would not let him go even if he showed obedience.
Poluna slowly walked through Tutuka's team. He felt the heat around him. Then, he walked to the side of Lu Zhengkang and saw him putting his hand into the hot pure green fire, with lavender glass piled around him.
square bricks.
He immediately sweated profusely and fell to the ground, "Your Excellency, no, Your Majesty, please forgive Poluna for his ignorance." As soon as he knelt down, the team he brought, those who were beating gongs and drums, stopped making noise in a daze.
, and then they all knelt down.
Lu Zhengkang stood up, and the molten glass in his hand kept dripping and splashed on Poluna's cheek, burning him so hard that he screamed.
No one dared to move.
Lu Zhengkang asked: "Are you aware of your guilt?"
"I know the crime."
"Therefore, I will punish your entire family."
"No! Please forgive me!"
"Then, you will dedicate your flesh, blood, and soul."
Lu Zhengkang impaled Poluna with a crystal gun, then took a handful of fire and threw it at his writhing fat body.
Poluna? Night Raid howled, his rich oil completely ignited the flames, and the blue-white flames turned into bright red. This sight frightened the gray boys rented by the Cheka.
The flames burned away the flesh and blood, and the soul and soul rose up and merged into the crystallized gun.
The green wooden pole protruded with fine lines of evil spirits, the translucent lavender gun tip turned into ice blue, and the unquenchable bright red flame swayed in the wind like a spear tassel.
Lu Zhengkang shouted: "You just need to obey!!!"
The gray natives buried their heads deep in the soil. At this moment, they found their destiny, the eternal God in their hearts.
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Director Jiang looked at the picture, where Lu Zhengkang was holding the soul-burning crystal gun with a majestic look. He couldn't help but applaud, "Look, he's in the mood for the show! This is the right time, the right place, and the right people. This little boy is born
Just eat this bowl of rice."
Colonel Lin nodded, "Indeed, the current situation is pretty good. He doesn't need to pay too much attention to it. Let him develop on his own. The first piece of land is planned to be acquired."
Calculating the time, it has been less than an hour since the internal testers entered the game. At this stage, there are not many people who can gather a group of subordinates. Lu Zhengkang and Su Xiangli have really gone smoothly. It is even worse that there are no people.
After seeing half of it, I started to survive in the wilderness directly.
Time passes little by little, and the game world develops rapidly.
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It’s noon on the second day after arriving in Boyue Town.
Su Xiangli stood on the high platform in the central square of Boyue Town and read out the teachings of the Flying Spaghetti Cult.
Under the stage were the townspeople who had been summoned by the lord. Except for a small number of sick and elderly people who were sick, basically everyone came, including the outsiders who were watching the fun.
"The universe was created by the great Noodle God after he was severely drunk, so everything in the world is flawed." The first sentence was uttered, which caused an uproar.
"Except for the Noodle God, all other gods and their beliefs should be banned, because they are fake, untrue, imagined by people, and are tools used by the upper class to rule the lower classes. Only the Noodle God is
True and unmistakable, beyond doubt."
Someone in the audience questioned, "So, how can you prove that the Noodle God you mentioned really exists? What are the benefits of our belief in Him?"
When these words came out, everyone started asking all sorts of weird questions.
"Is he really the God of noodles? Is God made of noodles? Is he my breakfast today?"
“Can I drink alcohol with noodles?”
"These are all weird gods. Are you here to make fun of them?"
Su Xiangli didn't waste any time. He took off the giant sword from his back and flew it up gently. The scene immediately became quiet. Baron Boyue and other family members standing at the front of the crowd bowed one after another and praised the power of the noodle god.
Su Xiangli continued to recite the teachings loudly: "According to the records of the Feila Gospel, one day, the pirate Captain Manxi was inspired by the Flying Noodle God, and thus recorded the eight words of the Ramen God: "I sincerely hope that you will not do it."
These things are collectively called the Eight Commandments of Manxi."
Someone else asked: "Why can a despicable pirate accept God's revelation?"
"Because pirates are embodiments of absolute divinity."
"But pirates are murderous and plundering gangsters!"
"Real pirates were peace-loving explorers and messengers of justice who handed out candy to children."
"Then we shouldn't call them pirates. If pirates are good people, why call them bandits?"
"Because people in the world are always ignorant and call those who bring blessings evil ghosts, and those who enslave themselves and bring disasters with weapons are called gods. On the way to spread the teachings of the Noodle God, don't be afraid of being regarded as aliens and bandits, just keep in mind
Adhering to the Eight Commandments of Manxi and living wholeheartedly will lead to salvation."
"So what are the Eight Commandments of Moxi?"
Su Xiangli hesitated for a moment, "First of all, you must know that everything starts with love, selfless, pure love that transcends flesh and gender. We must grasp this kind of care and understand each other, so that we can understand the Eight Commandments of Manxi.
