Xuanhuan: I'm really not the big villain

Wait, that magic pill!
Thinking of the magic pill, Jiang Yonglie unhurriedly took it out from the system warehouse and put it flat in his palm to play with for a while, then glanced at the old man.

The moment the magic pill appeared, the old man opened his eyes wide, stepped forward with unconcealed excitement, his bloodless lips trembled and said: "That's right, it's its aura, it's the aura of that terrible monster, this old man will never forget it in this lifetime!"

Suddenly, the old man knelt down tremblingly, raised his head and cried: "God is above, you have favored us once, old leader, have you seen that this monster is dead, it is dead, can you rest in peace?"

Jiang Yonglie was speechless as he watched Lao Tearful's sacrifice.

What's the matter with you kneeling in front of me at such an old age? People who don't know will think that I abused you.

"Senior, please get up quickly, I can't stand your big gift!" Jiang Yonglie hurried forward to help the old man up.

Unexpectedly, the old man grabbed him excitedly and said: "Master Messenger, thank you, you are the benefactor of my Heavenly God Tribe!"

Your attitude has changed too quickly, you doubted me just now, now you believe it?
So Jiang Yonglie asked him curiously: "How can you be sure that I killed the leader of the demon scorpion? Didn't you doubt it just now?"

The old man, who calmed down for a while, slowly stood up with Jiang Yonglie's support. Hearing Jiang Yonglie's somewhat dissatisfied tone, his attitude suddenly became very sincere and said: "Don't blame the messenger, the old man was just suspicious. It was not until you took out this magic pill that the old man really realized that the monster that has threatened our tribe for hundreds of years is really dead. Although the old man is not a cultivator, but he has lived for so long. I still know some rules in your practice world. Whoever kills the spoils belongs to the right one. The old man is right. right."

Jiang Yonglie said with a smile: "So that's how it is. This kind of thing that three-year-old children know, but I have asked too much."

The old man said: "The envoys don't need to be overly humble. There are not many people who know practitioners on the grassland. Oh, by the way, this old man is entrusted by the leader to invite the envoys to the tribe. I wonder if the envoy would like to go to the tribe?"

"It's natural."

Jiang Yonglie agreed without even thinking about it.

When you are new here, you need to understand many things slowly.

Moreover, he also found that the sacrifice of the god tribe in front of him seemed not as simple as it appeared on the surface.

Except for Jiang Yonglie and the other three, Zara's family was praised by the old man on the spot for discovering the messenger, so they were naturally invited to the tribe together, as one can imagine.With the affirmation of the priest, their family's status in the tribe will definitely rise.

Excited, Zara started to pack her luggage on the spot, and took it away together with her herd of sheep and horses.

Envied by others, a group of people followed the old man to the tribe.

It is about 20 miles from Zara's house to the tribe, and it only takes more than an hour to ride a horse.

Arriving at the tribal gathering place, which is the home of the leader, there are dozens of yurts around it, which is also the concentration of the power of the Tianshen tribe.There were a lot of people, at least hundreds of people, men, women and children, who heard that the messenger of the gods was coming and came from nearby to pay their respects to the messenger, holding gifts in their hands and looking forward to it.

The drums sounded, and everyone looked down the mountain at the same time. The elder priest appeared on horseback, followed by Jiang Yonglie and Hongchen Yaya, followed by the cavalry protecting the sacrifice, and finally Zara's family.

After arriving at the place, the young man who was following the elder priests turned around and came to the back, intending to resettle Zara's family.

The crowd consciously divided into two rows, and under their adoring gaze, the priest dismounted first, and Jiang Yonglie naturally followed suit after seeing this.

Although these people came to see what the envoys of the gods looked like, there was no confusion, because the existence of the priests did not allow them to offend.

The old man led Jiang Yonglie and three people to a large yurt. There were already a dozen people standing at the door to welcome them. The leader was a middle-aged man, who was the leader of the Tianshen tribe, Hanwang Pusang.

Poussin was tall and burly, with a rough face, a thick beard, and sharp eyes.

"The priest is back, have you received our angel messenger?" He said, looking at Jiang Yonglie behind him, waiting for the old man to introduce him.

The old priest saluted him, then stepped aside to signal Jiang Yonglie to come forward, and introduced himself: "King Han, this is Lord Jiang Yonglie, the envoy of the gods. These two girls are friends of the envoy. My lord, this is King Pusanghan, the leader of our god tribe."

Jiang Yonglie imitated the etiquette of the Tianshen tribe, clenched his right fist on his chest, bent slightly to salute.

Poussin also hastily returned the salute, with a very respectful attitude, not to Jiang Yonglie, but to the representative god behind him.

"God is above, bless my people!"

"God is above, bless my people!"

The people behind Poussin also followed suit.

Afterwards, Poussin took the initiative to invite Jiang Yonglie to join the yurt.

The wine and dishes have already been prepared inside, and it still has the same taste and the same recipe, a large plate of mutton with kumiss.It seems that this is already a must-have choice for the Tenshen Tribe to entertain distinguished guests, oh, there is an extra milk tea.

Although Poussin was very enthusiastic, Jiang Yonglie still felt his scalp tingling.

So he felt that it was necessary to improve his food, even if he felt that his behavior was very rude.

However, he still misjudged the awe of the Celestial Tribe towards the Celestial God. Seeing everyone sitting down, Pussin found that Jiang Yonglie had been slow to do anything, so he asked, "Master Messenger, why don't you eat it? Is the food not to your liking?"

Of course Jiang Yonglie couldn't directly say yes.

"Of course not. The mutton of your tribe is very delicious and refreshing. It is a rare delicacy. The kumiss is also very mellow and full-bodied, which makes people have an endless aftertaste. However, I think it is too monotonous to cook and eat like this. I also have a lot of research on food. I know a way of eating mutton called boiled mutton. Is Hanwang interested in trying it?"

"Boil mutton? What's that?"

"I haven't heard of it, does any of you know?"

"do not know."

"It's also the first time I've heard of it."

The people around were confused, discussing what the hell is boiled mutton.

Even Poussin became interested and asked, "How to wash the law?"

Jiang Yonglie thought for a while, of course the hot pot needs everyone to eat together to have an atmosphere, so he said: "Prepare me a big disaster and fresh mutton, um, what vegetables do you have here?"

This stumped Poussin, because the grasslands were dominated by animal husbandry, and vegetables were much more expensive than meat.

Poussin tentatively asked: "Can wild vegetables be allowed? I can ask someone to pick some wild vegetables and bring them back."

"Yes, the more types the better, edible mushrooms are also fine."

In order to cooperate with Jiang Yonglie, the people of the Tianshen tribe have been busy.