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Fang Mo thought that if this wave of pretentiousness reached a full score of 99 points, he would at least get a score of [-] points.

The one point deducted was simply out of fear of being proud, but beyond his expectation, as the impassioned speech ended, not only did the audience not receive the awed looks they imagined.

There were even a few young people from the Sichuan Qing tribe who stared at him with weird looks like they were looking at an idiot.

The patriarch Wanyan had a cold expression on his face.

quiet!

Deathly silence.

After about tens of seconds, Wanyan said calmly;

"Finished?"

It's over!

I have already announced my identity, and I just need to tell you that I am the hacker king of the National Security Bureau, Zheng. Do I need to say anything else?

The next moment, Wanyan suddenly curled his lips;

"High-level national security officer? You?"

"Young man, although what I said is unpleasant, it is only to warn other young adults of our Sichuan Qing tribe."

"As for you, we didn't say we don't care, but what you said is interesting. Do you think we should believe you because you just said something nonsense?"

"And then leave the fate of our entire clan and hundreds of families in the hands of a person who has only met us once?"

"You are young, but you are very vain, exaggerated, and pretentious. If the fate of our Sichuan Qing clan is left in the hands of someone like you, it will be ruined."

"Besides, just because we are isolated from the rest of the world, it doesn't mean that I haven't lived in a modern society before. Do you think I don't know the status of Guoan?"

"A young man in his early 20s claims to be a senior national security official. Do you really think that the country's leaders are idiots?"

After the words fell, Wanyan looked at Fang Mo with a hint of sarcasm.

Fang Mo's mouth twitched, and then he understood the reason why this wave of pretense failed.

Fuck!

It is said that people cannot be judged by their appearance, and sea water cannot be measured.

What's wrong with me being younger?

"I did rescue your Sichuan Qing clan members in the capital. If you don't believe it, you can contact Xiao Shu and Xiao Wen. They were both saved by me from the 'Skull' auction."

"After I get out, I can find a way to prove to you that you are citizens of China and should enjoy the rights of citizens. There is no need to hide in Tibet."

Fang Mo looked at Wanyan seriously.

He thought that the conditions he offered were very tempting.

Besides, as Fang Mo said, Wanyan hiding here with the whole clan is not a long-term solution after all.

Sooner or later, people like the Sichuan Qing tribe will be discovered.

By then, if someone with evil intentions really intends to harm them, it will be difficult for these last bloodlines to continue.

The outside world is dangerous, but it's also exciting.

Wanyan has no right to help so many people decide their fate. The next time danger comes, he alone will not be able to protect this group of people.

But Wanyan glanced at Fang Mo with a sneer;

"No, as a refugee, you should first find a way to take care of yourself. As for Xiao Shu and Xiao Wen, they have been missing for almost four or five years. I don't know where you got the names of these two people, but this That’s not enough reason for us to put all our trust in you.”

The next moment, under the gaze of Fang Mo, who hated iron and steel.

Wanyan turned and glanced at Pei Ziqi;

"Miss Hongyi, the rules of our Sichuan Qing tribe cannot be broken. If you don't want to stay in our tribe, then you will have no choice but to be kicked out of the tribe. I hope you will think carefully."

After saying the last words, Wanyan turned around and left.

Only a few Sichuan Qing youths were left looking at each other in confusion. Some hesitated before chasing after him, while Pang Yan and the others walked towards Fang Mo.

Pang Yan also patted the young man on the shoulder.

"Brother Fang Mo, the clan leader is not a bad person. You have to understand his difficulties. It is not easy for us to have a place to live here. He does not want the ups and downs of the outside world to affect the tribe."

Fang Mo gritted his teeth.

"But are you really willing to stay in a place like this that's not even a remote place for the rest of your life?"

"The outside world is a vast ocean, with blue sea and blue sky, and human society is wonderful."

“There are delicious snacks, delicious hot pot, and fresh beef and mutton.”

“But your future children will have to stay on this small island forever, without the opportunity to be baptized with knowledge, or use a water heater to take a shower. They have to rely on thick clothes to stay warm in the winter, and there is no cold watermelon or air conditioning in the summer. "

"Even in more than ten years, your children will not even know what cats and dogs look like. The only animals in their eyes are marine life. They have never seen cows or sheep, and they have never seen anything like the mainland people. It’s a patch of sunshine, but we’re living in an old society from the farming era.”

"Are you really willing?"

Hearing this, Pang Yan was silent for a moment, and then sighed quietly, but did not continue.

Fang Mo didn't have to prove to them that he had the ability to protect them, he just wanted to tell Pang Yan that the outside world was wonderful and the Sichuan Qing people shouldn't just hide here to avoid being hunted.

When they get to the outside world, they will live very well if they really integrate into human society.

The national security, the country, and the government are more prestigious than a mere clan leader in Wanyan, right?

But obviously, what he said was a little too hasty. Probably no one would believe that a person who had just met for less than half an hour would utter nonsense and say that he could protect the entire ethnic group.

To Wanyan, what Fang Mo said seemed like fantasy.

"Let's go, Brother Fang Mo. We'll help you catch the wind and wash away the dust tonight. Then I'll boil some water for you and you can take a bath."

Pang Yan patted Fang Mo on the shoulder and took the lead to lead the way.

Fang Mo gritted his teeth.

At this moment, Pei Ziqi suddenly came over with a playful smile; "Have you failed in pretending?"

"roll."

"Tsk, your starting point and intention are good, but regardless of whether they are willing to believe it or not, just based on human nature, you should have heard of the word called comfort zone, right?"

Fang Mo frowned.

Pei Ziqi rarely put on a serious expression;

"Think for yourself."

"For the compatriots of the Sichuan Qing tribe, this island is their comfort zone. If you want to change them and get everyone out of their comfort zone, it's okay if Wanyan doesn't fall out with you."

"Besides, not to mention Wanyan, even if the clan leader agrees, other members of the Sichuan Qing clan may not accept your suggestion."

"Because they have lived here for more than ten years, the outside world is unknown to them. If you really entrust the entire race to you, then after you go out, if you are good to them, they will live well. If you treat them badly, they’re screwed.”

"How deep do you think the bond between you is for them to trust?"

Fang Mo pursed his lips.

Indeed, Pei Ziqi is right.

I was still a little too hasty. How could anyone want to abduct the whole family as soon as they came up?

Pei Ziqi smiled inwardly when she saw the convinced young man.

He's not bad-hearted, but he's a little too young!

If Ning Yuelan, who could gain a foothold in the mall, was present, there is a high probability that he would not be as impulsive as Fang Mo. However, many times his behavior is the result of experience and age, and he cannot change it if he acts too hastily.

The perspective brought by experience cannot be reversed.

The next moment, Fang Mo scratched his head and coughed;

"But in fact, when I talked back to Wanyan at first, I just wanted to show off. Who made him speak so harshly? At that time, I never thought about convincing them to come with me."

"It's not like I can't figure out the situation where I'm a clay Buddha crossing the river and I can't save myself."

As he spoke, Fang Mo said to himself;

"Fuck! This time I wasn't very successful in showing off, I have to find a good time next time!"

Pei Ziqi;…

"Pang Yan, wait for me. Since your clan leader doesn't plan to drive me away, I'm going to your house for dinner tonight. I also want to eat that spicy cabbage. Can you get me some?"

Watching Fang Mo walk past with an annoyed look on his face, chasing after Pang Yan.

The corners of Pei Ziqi's mouth suddenly twitched.

"Is Ning Yuelan blind? She chose such a living treasure."

In fact, there is another point. Fang Mo and Pei Ziqi tacitly understand each other, but they are not obsessed with chatting on this topic.

For example, the last threat Wanyan made before leaving was that if you want to stay in our clan, you must abide by the rules.

Fang Mo guessed that it was probably related to the fact that Pei Ziqi had threatened to entrust him with something in two days when they first met.

But since Pei Ziqi didn't say anything, Fang Mo pretended to be confused and was happy to be at ease.

At night, as the sky gradually darkened.

Sure enough, several Sichuan Qing youths led by Pang Yan held a small bonfire party to give Fang Mo a break.

However, Fang Mo, the protagonist, has not shown up yet. This kid entered Pang Yan's house in the afternoon and didn't want to leave.

There was no other reason. Pang Yan actually had a large bathtub made of bamboo tubes at home.

Fang Mo cheered, holding firewood and burning several buckets of water to bathe himself.

After all, I lay on the beach for almost two or three days.

Fang Mo's hair and clothes were all filled with Sha Shuo.

Especially those small particles of sand were mixed into the fur of those special parts, which made Fang Mo uncomfortable.

If it weren't for the lack of shower gel and shampoo when taking a bath here, Fang Mo could only simply wash.

He wished he could soak in hot water for three days and three nights.

"Brother Fang Mo, the fish is almost burnt. If you don't come out, we will fall asleep."

"The wonderful nightlife has just begun, why are you all sleepy?"

Hearing this, Fang Mo stood up from the bathtub with a smile.

Whether they were all big men or a primitive tribe, Fang Mo had nothing to shy away from.

However, Pang Yan and others saw him somewhere, and their eyes widened in shock.

They all looked down at themselves, and suddenly lowered their heads in inferiority.

Fang Mo didn't have the habit of asking others to serve him, but he couldn't resist the enthusiasm of these Sichuan Qing buddies.

One gave him clothes and the other gave him shoes. He quickly put them on and walked out.

This left Pang Yan and others standing in the bathtub and looking at each other in front.

"Did you see it?"

"Gulu, I saw it, why is brother Fang Mo so big?"

"I feel like I'm dazzled. Did he wrap a stick around it?"

"That's not Brother Fang Mo's belt, is it?"

Not long after, Fang Mo came back and looked at the people in the room with a confused expression.

"What are you guys doing? Isn't the fish almost burnt? Let's go."

Pang Yan and the others hurriedly followed up, perhaps because they saw the intimidating power of the Coiling Dragon Stick.

During dinner in the evening, Pang Yan and the others would comment on what supplements Fang Mo liked to take from time to time.

"Supplements? What supplements should I take as a young adult?"

Pang Yan took out the brewed peach blossom wine and poured it on Fang Mo, with indescribable admiration in his eyes.

At this moment, Fang Mo discovered that the Sichuan Qing tribe was not as primitive as he had initially imagined.

They even made wine.

Come to think of it, drinking is probably one of the few leisure and entertainment activities for these people in the tribe.

I was licking skewers and drinking peach blossom wine, and there were a few Sichuan Qing compatriots around me to brag about.

In a daze, Fang Mo almost thought that he had returned to Jiangcheng and was now in a food stall.

"Brother Fang Mo seems to be about the same age as us, but I didn't expect that a person can't be judged by his appearance."

"Wait a minute, Pang Yan, you just keep talking, why are you still cursing?"

Hearing Pang Yan pick up the wine glass, Fang Mo clinked it with him.

Pang Yan didn't understand the meaning of Fang Mo's words, who knew that this bitch would say quietly the next moment.

"Brother, you are as black as briquettes, your face is unshaven, and your hair is uncut. Although I have to admit that you are a bit handsome, how can you have the nerve to say that we look similar?"

"If you were thrown into the city and we were in the same boat, people who didn't know would think you were from my uncle's generation!"

Pang Yan;…

These Sichuan Qing youths who have never met any honest people in the world, how can they be Fang Mo's opponent when it comes to joking?

Besides, Fang Mo doesn't drink well in the first place, so he started bragging after a few glasses of peach blossom wine.

"How old are you, Pang Yan?"

"I'm 23, brother Fang Mo, where are you?"

"Oh, I'm 33."

Pang Yan and the others were immediately shocked.

"33 years old? Brother Fang Mo, don't you look like that?!"

Fang Mo shook his head drunkenly, raised a finger and shook it at several people;

"When did I say I meant age?"

Pang Yan and others gasped wildly again.

Of course, 33cm is pure bragging.

If he was this long, that thing could really be used as a belt to be worn around his waist, and Ning Yuelan would have called the police.

Uncle policeman, he killed someone.

My husband is too big and can’t bear it anymore…

Explained in hieroglyphics, others are on2-3!

When I get to Mr. Ning, it becomes on2-3. Look, is this appropriate?

Of course, Pang Yan and others also deliberately avoided the topic of national security during the chat.

After all, they also felt that Fang Mo was bragging!

He just asked Fang Mo what his occupation was outside.

It can be seen that they actually still have some yearning for the outside world.

Of course, longing for the high probability is mixed with a bit of fear.

"Me? I write novels. You can think of me as a writer."

"writer!?"

As soon as these two words came out, he once again received the attention of all the Sichuan Qing fans.

In the minds of young people from the Sichuan Qing ethnic group, the profession of writer is most likely similar to that of Mr. Mo Yan who writes serious literature. If you let me know, what did Fang Mo do in "My Years as the King of Hackers"? The plot of "Enter the Dragon", flying dragons in the sky, and dragons and phoenixes singing in harmony.

I guess the look he looked at this guy was a bit contemptuous.

“Isn’t it a lot of brain work to be a writer?”

"well enough."

"Brother Fang Mo should be considered to have more hair among writers, right?"

"well enough."

"When Brother Fang Mo can't write the plot, does he often pull out his hair?"

Hearing this, Fang Mo was surprised.

"When I was in school, I preferred to pull my hair out when I couldn't write math problems. But why do I pull my hair out when I'm writing? There are so many hairs on my body, why do I have to stare at my hair?"

Pang Yan blushed and said with embarrassment;

"Other furries smell."

Fang Mo;…

Everyone was bragging and drinking at the same time.

Gradually, Pang Yan and others looked at Fang Mo with more and more awe.

Know astronomy from above, and geography from below.

He is also versatile and can write novels.

Not only can he write novels, but he can also occasionally come up with a humorous joke or two that makes people laugh.

But it’s useless just to harvest little fans!

Fang Mo is not gay and is not interested in people of the same sex.

After three rounds of wine and five tastes of food, it's no fun just bragging to a group of men.

He patted his belly and this meal was considered a feast for both host and guest.

“You’ve had enough to eat and drink, everyone has nothing to do and let’s go, right?”

Before the show ended, Pang Yan and others also took the opportunity to inquire about Pei Ziqi's hobbies.

"Hobby? Miss Pei likes the counter!"

After all, they were also secretly photographed by 91 Domestic Zone, and Fang Mo immediately thought of a bad joke.

"I haven't had any ideas about changing my bedside table lately. Can I see your cabinet, little brother?"

puff!

By all accounts, the two of them had known each other for less than a week, and it was impossible to say they were familiar with each other. In the afternoon, they called Fang Mo daddy.

Pei Ziqi is so coquettish, if she didn't like watching those astringent things, she wouldn't believe it if she beat Fang Mo to death.

Of course he was just joking.

He deliberately pronounced the word 'turtle' three times.

A serious person wouldn't really go and show Pei Ziqi his butt if he didn't have a clear mind, right?

Miss Pei can’t chop it up for you?

Who knew that those honest Sichuan Qing youths would take it seriously.

The next morning, the sun rose three poles high.

Just as Fang Mo woke up, Pei Ziqi knocked on his door.

"Fang Mo, are you sick?"

"What's wrong?"

Fang Mo opened the door made of bamboo and rubbed his sleepy eyes with an innocent look on his face.

Pei Ziqi pointed to several cabinets behind him;

"Who the hell asked you to tell these people that I like cabinets?"

"One of them made a cabinet overnight, and it was as ugly as a coffin. These cabinets are enough for me to use as coffins in my next life. Are you out of your mind?!"

Fang Mo;? ? ?

I'm thinking that even if I asked you to show Miss Pei, it was a turtle, not a cabinet.

Do you really not understand these hints?

Pang Yan stood behind and looked at Fang Mo aggrievedly;

"Sister Hongyi, that's what brother Fang Mo said. He said you liked the counter. We finally made it overnight."

Pei Ziqi blushed and looked at Fang Mo. She understood the idea instantly and glared at Fang Mo fiercely.

A black line floated across Fang Mo's head.

He said with a helpless face.

"Pang Yan, it's okay, let's go play."

"It's not easy for children to interrupt when adults are talking."

……

"So you know what I'm going to ask you for, right?"

Pei Ziqi drove away several young people from the Sichuan Qing ethnic group, and they ran to work with aggrieved expressions on their faces.

The Sichuan Qing people live a life similar to farming.

Although they are barely able to be self-sufficient, they cannot do it without working. Otherwise, where would the wheat come from?

Where does food come from?

How can we keep up with the nutrition just by eating big fish and meat?

You definitely need carbohydrates!

"Forehead……"

Fang Mo's eyes widened, Wori, I forgot about this.

During dinner last night, he was busy bragging to everyone. Apart from gaining a group of fans, Fang Mo felt that he didn't even understand many things about the Sichuan Qing tribe yesterday.

For example, why when we have a bonfire party for ourselves at night, there are only a few tribesmen we have met during the day.

Where did everyone else go?

And the tribe is so big, why do we feel that the houses are located in small units, and they don't seem to be monolithic?

After thinking carefully, Fang Mo came back to his senses.

Yesterday I saw all the people I saw, and it seemed that they were Pang Yan and the others from the Sichuan Qing tribe.

As for the other people, Fang Mo didn't meet him at all, including the little girl. Where did Xiaoke go?

Damn it, the Sichuan Qing tribe is a tribe after all, so there can’t be just a few young adults, right?

Seeing Fang Mo's dumbfounded expression, the expression on Pei Ziqi's face gradually changed from surprise to a look of astonishment.

"You damn thing, someone invited you to dinner, and you didn't even find out a word about it?"

"Damn, are you so angry?"

Fang Mo was also shocked when he saw this.

Pei Ziqi's plump breasts were rising and falling, almost making Fang Mo angry.

Who said this place is an unfamiliar place and one needs to be careful?

Was it that dog who said that he had to think about the safety of the two of them?

Fortunately, I was kind enough to give you back your PHS, I should have let you fucking bastard drown on the beach.

The next moment, Pei Ziqi gritted her silver teeth and spoke word by word;

"Do you know that if you don't take action, I will marry someone from the Sichuan Qing tribe?"

"Well, what will I do if you get married..."

What?

Pei Ziqi is getting married?

Marrying someone from the Sichuan Qing tribe?

Does this bitch fall in love so quickly?

Fang Mo was stunned.

"Isn't that great? You can have a meal."

"I'm going to fuck you."

Pei Ziqi almost slapped him.

However, she has a good command of the city, otherwise she would not have been able to plot against everyone in the game on the cruise ship.

Then Pei Ziqi gritted her silver teeth and explained to Fang Mo word by word;

"The Sichuan Qing tribe has a clan rule. If an unmarried woman is proposed to by someone in the tribe, she must accept it."

"But you don't necessarily have to accept the man's proposal. Instead, you can choose to compete for a bride and choose the best one of the opposite sex to get married."

Fang Mo was dumbfounded when he heard this.

"What the hell kind of rule is this?"

"If you are proposed to, you must find someone to marry you? Is this logical? Is this reasonable? Is this legal?"

Pei Ziqi glared at Fang Mo resentfully.

I almost scolded my mother.

Damn it, this place is isolated.

The law is bullshit.

"It is said that this is a policy adopted by their clan leader to ensure that adult women must get married as soon as possible when they reach the marriageable age, pass on the family line, and avoid any accidents."

"Look at Xiao Ke's mother as a warning. If she hadn't given birth to Xiao Ke before the accident, then there might have been an accident later, which would have resulted in a wifeless man in the village."

"It affects reproduction."

"And when they reached the marriageable age, they got married as soon as possible. Even if there was an accident in the end, they still contributed a little bit of incense to the Sichuan Qing clan."

What the hell kind of bullshit logic is this?

The next moment, Fang Mo opened his mouth;

"So you were proposed for marriage?"

Pei Ziqi gave a helpless smile.

"Yes, and that person is not simple at all. He is the second son of the patriarch's family, and he has perfect looks."

"Currently, you are the most popular and prestigious among the young adults of the Sichuan Qing tribe. If you don't participate in the martial arts competition to find a bride, I will probably have to stay in the village."

Fang Mo's mouth gradually opened wider, and finally it was big enough to fit an egg.

and so……

Pei Ziqi wants me to marry her?

"Auntie, what did you just say? Do you want me to participate in the martial arts competition to find a bride to marry you? I have a wife."

"Nonsense, can I not know that you have a wife? Do you understand this is a strategy? Otherwise, even if the rescuers come, I won't be able to leave."

"They have to have a bridal chamber on the day they select a husband through a martial arts contest. They can't let me leave the Sichuan Qing clan with a baby, right?"

Fang Mo slapped his thigh and took a few steps back as if he had been struck by a ghost.

"Then you can't leave the Sichuan Qing clan with my baby in your arms, right?"

Pei Ziqi's red lips moved, and the words "fuck you" came to her lips.

But in the end she swallowed it and glared at Fang Mo fiercely.

"If you win in the end, according to your status as an outsider, it is reasonable for you to take me away. Besides, I know you have a wife, so our wedding is just a formality."

"You have a beautiful thought. Do you think I really want you to sleep?"

"Why do you have a small penis and talk like a dick?"

"I don't know why Mr. Ning can tolerate you..."