Chapter G The straw bag has become a great Confucian
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Liu Zhencheng wiped his tears with his sleeve, opened his hazy tearful eyes, and began to look for dead bamboo in the bamboo forest.
Countless dry bamboo branches were piled on the turtle carcass, and the raging flames suddenly enveloped the originally huge turtle. The violent sound of the burning bamboo could not cover up Liu Zhenzhen's intense and high-pitched cry.
A cry of osprey came from the sky, and Liu Zhencheng looked up and saw that it was Helen's crappy monster hovering over the bamboo forest.
Sensing something was wrong, Liu turned around in shock and found Helen standing in front of him.
Helen's face was bruised and bruised; her hair was messy, and the sacrificial robe on her body was scratched and stained with moss; her pitiful appearance made Liu Zhenzhen hold her in his arms, heartbroken.
The baby screamed.
"How did you get down? Do you know how high this cliff is?" Liu Zhenzhen twitched, tears overflowing on his face.
"Richard, I heard a loud noise like a thunderbolt. What happened?" Helen twisted her neck and looked at the fire soaring into the sky, and then looked at Liu Zhencheng, whose face was full of tears and black ash was stuck on it.
, was shocked, and couldn't help but wipe Liu Zhenzhen with his white and tender hands. The more he wiped, the darker it became.
"Is it all blood?" Liu Zhencheng choked and held Helen's little hand. Helen's palm was full of scratches from the vines, "Why are you... E'e... coming down... in case you miss it.
.You...E'e...how do you want me to live!"
"I'm really worried about you..." Helen pouted, "Richard, what's wrong with you? Why are you so sad?"
"Bullshit... shit..." Liu Zhenhan wiped away his tears, "I was wronged to death... E'e... I took in a magical beast... E'e... before it could follow me.
...Er...say hello...Er'e...just turned up his hair..."
"This model is so huge!" Helen looked at the rattling turtle carcass burning in the fire, and said with regret, "It's a pity that it's dead, otherwise, it must be a powerful monster! I
I can even vaguely feel the breath of a dragon on its burning body, must it be a sub-dragon monster?"
"Yalong Monster?" Liu Zhenzhen asked, raising his pear-shaped face.
"Haha..." Helen couldn't hide her pride: "My mentor, Ms. Cui Beixi, is a Yalong priest! I can't tell the difference between this kind of dragon breath! This is a powerful and familiar smell.
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"What does "model" mean?" Liu Zhenzhen asked weakly.
"It's the turtle!" Helen said with excitement and innocence: "Do you know that the Great Shaman Wei'an in the temple in my hometown is the turtle man of the model tribe? What a pity~ If it's your demon pet
If you don't die, take it back to your hometown, and the Great Shaman Wei'an will definitely appreciate you.
!A magical beast of the sub-dragon species! From now on, my Richard can embroider the sub-dragon-shaped crest on his sacrificial robes. This magical beast has left you with its aura. My Richard is actually a sub-dragon priest! Compared to
There are no more than ten Yalong sacrifices in all the temples in Mongolia! Campas is on top!!"
"Yalong is such a fart..." Liu Zhenchen cried so hard that his flowers trembled: "My eyes are almost like Amazon rivers now! I don't know what's going on, I'm so sad now."
"Stop crying! Be good!" Helen patted Liu Zhenzhen's shoulder as if coaxing a child, "I have already told you that the magical beast and its master make a contract with their hearts. If it dies, you will definitely shed tears."
"I obviously have no feelings for it! We just met it," Liu Zhenzhen wailed.
"There's nothing we can do about it! We priests all believe that only pure tears are the best place to bury the souls of our companions." Helen sighed. She began to sing the first half of the requiem of the psychic war song loudly,
Transcend the soul of this giant turtle.
Liu Zhenshao couldn't help but sang along loudly.
The peaceful requiem cast a magnificent halo over the tortoise corpse in the blazing fire, and Liu Zhenshao slowly stopped sobbing.
"Fuck..." Liu Zhancheng cursed loudly. Seeing Helen's face stiffen, he quickly swallowed back the rest of his words.
"If I had known that singing could stop my tears, I should have sang." Liu Zhenzhen pulled out his knife and began to peel off the half of the wolf's skin. The remaining half of the wolf's skin had been smashed by the giant turtle.
It's no longer easy to use.
"Tears record your fighting friendship. Sadness is Richard's only remaining emotion after your passing. Rest in peace, dear model warrior..." Helen kissed her joined hands and looked at the turtle corpse in the fire.
He knelt half-kneeling and bowed as a courtesy.
"What kind of friendship do I have with it?" Liu Zhenzhen opened his walnut eyes and muttered in a low voice.
A heavy rain fell from the sky, as if the heavens were moved, and the burning fire was gradually extinguished.
Liu Zhencheng quickly wrapped the feather coat around Helen's body, looked up at the sky, and shook his head helplessly.
"Richard, look, the God of War Campas is also moved by the friendship between you and the model!" Helen held her feather coat in hand, raised her head and turned around, looking at Liu Zhenzhen excitedly.
Liu Zhanchen curled his lips.
"The way you cry is actually so cute." Helen suddenly carefully caressed Liu Zhenzhen's face, and her eyes began to soften.
"Here it comes again! I'm most afraid of you like this!" Liu Zhenzhen wailed. As long as the little hoof showed him a little color, he felt that he couldn't control himself. During the time he and Helen knew each other, his coconut underwear was wet every day.
Must be cleaned.
"If I die in the future, Richard, will you cry?" Helen stared at Liu Zhencheng affectionately.
"Fart! You are not allowed to say such things!" Liu Zhenzhen's facial muscles completely changed their shape in excitement.
Not only did this swear word not offend Helen, she even smiled sweetly.
"Come and take a look at this, Helen." Liu Zhancheng took Helen's little hand, pulled her behind the turtle carcass that was still smoking, and pointed to the words on the dark turtle shell.
"It is said that all priests have profound knowledge, so if you look at this, can you understand it?" Liu Zhenshao asked.
Helen's eyebrows tightened, she looked at it carefully for a while, and then shook her head regretfully.
"I'm sorry, dear Richard, this is not any kind of writing that I am familiar with, but I can be sure that the races that can invent writing must be outstanding intelligent creatures."
"How many languages do you know now?" Liu Zhancheng asked with a squinted eyebrow.
"We fox people of the Fox tribe are the economic management talents of the Behemoth Kingdom. From a young age, our tribe will accept most of the writing and language learning on the Aegean continent. Although I am just a little Fox from a rural family who is not powerful, but
I also accepted the complete Orc Common Tongue, Aegean Human Common Tongue, Chikla Latin, Desert Human Common Tongue,
Learning the Alpine Dwarf language. When I was thirteen years old, I was discovered by Cui Beixian, my wandering spiritual mentor, to have the potential for sacrifice. After receiving the "wisdom enlightenment", I studied basic knowledge at the nearby Seslenel Altar for half a year. Now I have basically
I can understand part of the language of dragons and elves." Helen looked at Liu Zhenhan, and she felt something strange about him.
"The only "wisdom enlightenment" function in the psychic war song allows the language and knowledge of the mentor priest to be instilled in us to a great extent." Helen added.
"Is there any writing on this continent that you don't understand?" Liu was shocked and unwilling to give up.
"Of course there are. The indigenous dialects of various races are as vast as the stars in the sky, as well as the characters and languages of the Far Eastern Silk Continent. It is impossible for me to learn them all. In our Great Danube Wasteland, there are still gods and demons from 10,000 years ago.
The writings on the ancient ruins left over from the war cannot be deciphered not only by me, but also by the most knowledgeable Vian shaman." Helen said honestly.
"I recognize this kind of writing on turtle shells." Liu Zhenzhen smiled a little far-fetched.
"Campas!" Helen covered her mouth and opened her beautiful eyes wide.
"I'm not lying to you, I'm telling the truth." The idiot Liu took a deep breath and said seriously.
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Background setting: The "wisdom enlightenment" in the Psychic War Song is a unique skill, which means that every qualified priest can only have the possibility of teaching a disciple once in his life. This is why Behemoth priests have not been productive enough.
The reason. After all... the priests who awaken naturally have to spend more time studying and practicing because they have not inherited the wisdom. This is different from the priest apprentices.
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