Big Brother Loves Me【Quick Wear】

That night, after offering sacrifices and drawing totems for new members, the Qing Tribe held a warm welcome ceremony, which was also a rare feast for all the people in the tribe.

The oily and fragrant barbecue, the delicious and tempting mushroom soup, the filling taro rice, and the sweet and mouth-watering melon juice all brought together the happiest and best memories of that night for the Qing tribe people.

520 Xu supported his full stomach and walked back to his own tent with a smile on his lips.

There are still clansmen reveling in the square, but the 520 biological clock, which is always on time, can no longer support it, and drawing totems today used some of his mental strength, so he has to go back to recuperate.

The power of sacrifice is a magical power that only priests possess. When 520 first wore this body, the original body was empty, without any power of sacrifice, because as Sa said to Bai Zheng, the original body loved the tribe and loved others. The clansmen, relying on their youth and high talent, like to pray to the clansman from time to time, and finally fell to the point where the power of sacrifice was exhausted and died.

520 came to this world with missions, so naturally I didn't want to burp immediately, so I spent a lot of money to reshape my body, upgrading the original body, which is very suitable for storing the power of sacrifices, to the extreme.

How should I put it, now as long as 520 thinks about it, he can use the power of sacrifice that circulates continuously in his body at any time, without worrying about the power of sacrifice being exhausted, and he doesn't need to be afraid of dying from exhaustion in the process of praying for blessings.

He is the most mysterious power in the world, the best carrier of the sacrificial power, his skin, his hair, and even the fingernails all contain the energy of the sacrificial power.

...... Shiquan Dabu pills for walking.

As for the totem, 520's lips curled up into a naughty smile.

"Master Qing." A man's sudden shout sounded from behind.

Said Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, 520 put away the smile on his lips, and turned his head lightly.

He frowned slightly, the cloak covered the expression on his face, and his voice was gentle: "Zheng, what can I do for you so late?"

Bo Zheng walked up to 520 in silence, then bowed his head in a serious and respectful tone and said, "Zheng send Master Qing back."

520: "This is a tribe, are you afraid that I will be eaten by wild animals? Zheng, you are too cautious."

Bai Zheng listened carefully to the training but insisted on his own opinion: "Master Qing taught me, please let Master Qing send you off."

520 was noncommittal: "If you want, you can do whatever you want."

The two walked one after the other in the dark night, the light of the torches was almost invisible in the dark night, and the faint light stretched the figures of the two people very long.

"Master Qing."

Until he got close to the tent of 520, Bai Zheng, who had not spoken for a long time, finally couldn't help shouting to the person in front of him, his forehead was beaded with sweat, and his heart was beating so fast that it almost reached his throat.

520 was in a happy mood, and he turned around calmly: "What else?"

Bai Zheng was silent for a while, his deep eyes fixed on the crystal-like black eyes of the young man in front of him, "I want to know the meaning of the tribal totem."

"Does it make sense?"

Bo Zheng seemed to smile when he heard him, and saw his slender, white fingers stretch out, gradually swipe across his left side, and slowly touch in the direction of the new totem on his chest, his fingertips were cold, with a hint of trembling.

Bai Zheng blushed and trembled, 520 laughed, and then his unique clear and soft voice rang in his ears: "This is my totem, and you will belong to me from now on."

After finishing speaking, he ignored Bai Zheng who was stunned like a fool, turned around and walked into the tent.

The thick and tight tent covered Bai Zheng's eyes, making him unable to see anything.

Fans in the live broadcast room are still discussing in full swing:

"Bo Zheng male god, let's go, let's go, the little priests are gone, what's so interesting about these bonfire parties!"

"That's right, I'm tired of watching it, we want to appreciate the beauty of the prosperous age!"

"Who cares to watch a man gnawing a pig's trotter, little priest, my beloved little priest"

"Bad review! The male god Bai Zheng is a straight man of steel in the universe. I don't want to explain it! The little priest's face can't even touch his heart, a ruthless man!"

"..."

The fans who fought against Bai Zheng didn't know that their male god had long since chased after the young priest, and what was left to them was only a directed live broadcast.

The other four anchors also learned that the priest of the Qing Tribe was a stunning beauty, and most of them just laughed it off. They have seen enough vivid images of primitive people's vulgarity and ignorance these days, and they can't even imagine the concept of primitive people and beauty. How can bamboo produce good shoots?

However, no one expected that the citizens of Interstellar would be so crazy. In this world of looking at faces, having a good-looking face can give you more opportunities at work than others. Being beautiful also means that you have excellent genes.

What about the sacrifices of the Qing Tribe?

Possessing the most beautiful appearance, representing the best genes, representing the highest talent, representing... He has acquired nearly [-]% of the fans of the interstellar national base overnight with just one face!

Although the interstellar empire still retains the honor and rights of the royal family, it is no longer the era when the monarchy ruled the empire. Now the people are in charge, and they have absolute freedom of speech and freedom of action as permitted by the laws of the empire.

Let's put it this way, if they go crazy with one heart, the royal family of the empire will have to change their dynasties.

But now, the citizens of the empire, who have always been rational, have gone crazy overnight for a little priest who stayed in a remote primitive planet in an unknown corner of the Milky Way!

They jointly requested the empire to invite the little priest to join the nationality of the empire. Such a good-looking beauty must not be ruined by the poor primitive people!

The entertainment industry issued a statement: Sincerely invite the little priest to make his debut in the entertainment circle, and specially appointed luxury star-making packages, top-level contracts, resources, famous directors, and famous managers will teach you how to become a superstar, come on, baby!

Bai Zheng: ...

Looking into the distance, standing beside the reclaimed land and bending over to weed, wearing a rag cloak can also float in the fairy wind, like a little priest who does not eat the fireworks of the world, and looking at the fans who have turned their backs in the live broadcast room one after another is like celebrating the New Year Generally, there is a lively discussion on all aspects of the appearance of the little priest, and above the live broadcast room, the hot-eyed low-level LED display scrolls back and forth with conspicuous big red subtitles: Warmly invite the little priest to join the big family of the empire. To be a family!

Bo Zheng rubbed his forehead, this sudden feeling of bad heart, I regret it!

If it wasn't for the fact that he was ignorant at the beginning, he turned on the live broadcast to let those handsome dogs intuitively feel the impact of the little priest's superb appearance, maybe it wouldn't have caused the current situation that made him violent and wanted to kill.

Bai Zheng clicked a few times on the transparent display with a blank face, and the next moment he received the official message from the live broadcast platform: No. 6724648527514 Hello, anchor, I am the customer service "Love the little sacrifice 1 years unchanged" to serve you, The request you just applied to clear all the comments about the 'Little Sacrifice' has been officially identified as not in line with the principles of fairness, transparency and freedom of speech that are not unjust, and the request has been rejected. I wish you a happy live broadcast. Think twice OK!

Bai Zheng: ...

He closed the live broadcast room indifferently, ignoring this official message mixed with personal details.

"Critical!"

Bai Zheng looked up, and saw the little priest not far away waving to him, waving to him?

His eyes lit up, he rushed over, and a minute later, he stood in front of the little priest without blushing or panting: "Master Qing, call me."

520 didn't seem to see his fiery eyes, and the exposed black eyes exuded a touch of joy, he stretched out his palms: "Zheng, this is the mud I just discovered, it has a certain degree of stickiness, can you see if it's yours?" Clay that can be used to make pottery?"

Bo Zheng took the clay from his white and tender palm, examined its color, squeezed it with his fingers, and judged from the humidity and stickiness that it was indeed clay suitable for making pottery.

Under 520's focused gaze, Bai Zheng pursed his lips and said something uncertain: "It should be possible."

Why? 520 looked at him suspiciously.

Bai Zheng's ears were reddish, and his voice was a little shy: "I also learned about the recipe for making pottery and the method of judging whether clay can be made of pottery from foreign vagrants, but I haven't tried it, so I can't give you a definite answer."

After 520 thought it over, the interstellar people no longer used ancient utensils such as pottery and porcelain. The pottery formula that Bo Zheng said he learned from the mouth of "foreign vagrants" was probably something he saw in the National Library. 'Ancient books'.

It's really embarrassing for this guy. In order to help the people of the Qing tribe, the 'ancient knowledge' has to be dug out.

520 bent down and grabbed a handful of soil again: "Since we are not sure, let's try to make a clay pot with this soil, maybe it will be successful."

Bai Zheng frowned: "Pray for blessing?"

520, who was already ahead, turned around: "What?"

Bo Zheng walked up to him, with a serious look on his face: "Pray for the clay pot."

520 frowned and asked, "Do you want me to pray that the clay pot is successfully made?"

This guy even wants to pray for making a clay pot, what use is it for you!

But Bai Zheng shook his head: "No, I hope you will often use the power of sacrifice."

520's heart moved: "Why?"

Bo Zheng said in a low voice: "Sa said that the power of sacrifice will be exhausted, and once the power of sacrifice is exhausted, you will also die. I don't want you to dedicate yourself for the sake of your tribe. I can help the Qing tribe to become prosperous and powerful. You just need to promise me that you will not lose your life in the future." Then use the power of sacrifice."

When he said this, he looked deeply at 520, as if looking into the depths of his heart through his eyes.

"Zheng." 520 smiled lowly.

Bai Zheng didn't understand, so he blinked his eyes.

520 took off the cap of the cloak, revealing his entire face, with his head raised slightly to stare at the man in front of him, "Why didn't you ask me to worship Lord, or Lord Qing just now?"

Bai Zheng suffocated for a short breath, with a hoarse voice that seemed to be answering or asking: "You said that this is your totem, and I belong to you. To be fair, you should also belong to me." Belongs to me alone. small sacrifice.

520's eyes flashed: "Zheng—" You are so courageous, even a priest dares to make a fuss!

Before he finished speaking, he was blocked by the man in front of him, "Well..."