Life Winner Cultivation System [Quick Transmigration]

"My lord, the High Priest means a lot to our tribe, I implore you to re-designate the candidate for the princess."

Fu Zhixiu had just returned to his tent when a man in his forties knelt down in front of him and said these words to him.

Princess candidate?

Noticing that Fu Zhixiu was silent, the man continued his efforts: "My lord, although our tribe has always bred a stronger next generation through the combination of the high priest and the king, all of this is based on the willingness of both parties. Now the high priest I have already refused... I implore the king to take it back!"

Noah, who was following Fu Zhixiu, also knelt down together, and the two knelt one after the other. Under Fu Zhixiu's silence, the uneasiness in his heart became more and more obvious. cold sweat.

He has already said it so clearly, and then contacted Noah to find him, how could Fu Zhixiu not understand what he said, I am afraid that his projection here has become interested in Fu Zhiyuan, and intends to use the custom to occupy Fu Zhiyuan. For his own sake, but Fu Zhiyuan rejected him, and even failed after many pursuits, so he left the tribe angrily and went out to vent.

But now that the king of the tribe has become him, it's time for this farce to end.

"En." Fu Zhixiu responded lightly, walked around the man in front of him and entered his tent.

This tribe was obviously very backward, and they didn't even have bricks. Even as the king of the tribe, Fu Zhixiu could only get one tent with the best quality and the largest coverage area.

After Fu Zhixiu entered the tent, the man finally wiped the sweat off his forehead. I don't know why his king just went out for a while, and the aura on his body changed, but a light sweep of his eyes made him even angry. I didn't dare to breathe, and looking at Noah's blank expression, it seemed that I couldn't figure it out either.

Fortunately, the king agreed to give up this idea, which is a good thing for their tribe, at least, the relationship between the king and the high priest will not become worse.

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After Fu Zhiyuan finished the annual sacrificial ceremony, he left the sacrificial site without haste. Wherever he went, the crowded tribal people bowed their heads and quickly made way for him to leave. Going forward, a mass of black and moving human heads, like a piece of sea water, was neatly split by a white sword light, and the sea water did not disperse until the sword light went away.

A servant who had been serving the king all year round hurried over, knelt down hastily about one meter away from him, put his head on the ground, and told him in a humble gesture.

"My lord, the high priest, the king ordered the servant to come and inform you that the exchange of the king's account after the great sacrifice has been cancelled." The exchange of the king's account is a custom. To put it bluntly, after the high priest, the high priest and the king discuss the development of the tribe direction.

Fu Zhiyuan felt a little strange in his heart, the king of this tribe has been pestering him since the first time he saw him, insisting that he agree to become the so-called princess, but he refused many times and did not give up, and his behavior became more and more excessive. This time, he even thought about giving him spring fruit secretly, but after being exposed by him, he still got angry and refused to attend the annual sacrifice. He was ignorant, incompetent, impulsive and violent, which really made him look down on him.But this time he took the initiative to refuse his going, could it be that he was really stimulated by something outside?

"Yes." He nodded slightly, turned his feet, and went to his resting place. His white clothes stood out among the group of orcs who only wore animal skins.

After returning to his own tent, one of the servants who had followed him not long ago approached courteously, "High Priest, it's really great that the king doesn't bother you at last."

Fu Zhiyuan paused his steps and moved his fingers slightly, and saw that servant immediately covered his mouth and let out a muffled groan, thick blood flowed out from between his fingers, and soon stained his hands red.

Other people with good eyes quickly pulled him out. While struggling, the servant let go of his hand, and the tongue fell out of his mouth. He was quickly caught by the servant and taken out together.

It was also this servant who was stupid, no matter how much Fu Zhiyuan didn't like the pestering king, he was also the one with Fu Zhixiu's face, no matter what, others were not qualified to speak to him.

After dismissing all the servants, he finally lost the brilliance of his appearance, and a strong sense of loss made his brows and eyes darken.

He lay powerlessly on the stone bed, covering his eyes with one hand, but he couldn't hide the fragility emanating from his body and the wailing in the depths of his soul. He sighed long and couldn't express the depression in his heart.

This time, it failed again.

In addition to this time, it has been three years, how long will he have to wait?

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According to Fu Zhixiu's own guess, the mission this time is to let him help someone become the leader of the tribe or the spiritual leader of the tribe, and this person may belong to his tribe or other tribes, but no matter what How about it, without the system, he doesn't even have a general direction, and he doesn't know which direction to go if he wants to exert his strength.

"Noah."

"Yes." Noah who was called hurriedly ran to kneel down in front of him.

"Here, go and pick some more." Fu Zhixiu swallowed the last bite of pulp in his mouth, pointed to the last one, and said.

What he was referring to was a plate of red round fruits that tasted like strawberries, but each fruit in this plate was as big as an apple and had no seeds. It was a great temptation for a strawberry lover like him. .

Fu Zhixiu kept the last one, and squinted his eyes contentedly. He was used to leaving himself a bite at the end of the meal, so that he could also leave a psychological hint that he was full and had enough.

However, even if he is full, he is always greedy, and he still hopes to put some more in front of him so that he can continue to eat when his stomach is empty.

Noah hesitated for a moment, and finally lowered his head, "Yes, Noah will go now."

After speaking, he got up and took a few steps back, turned around when he was about three meters away from Fu Zhixiu, opened the curtain and left.

As soon as he stepped out of the tent, he immediately trotted to the high priest's tent without daring to delay the king's order.

There is no other reason. This kind of fruit was cultivated by the high priest. It is said that the relatives of the high priest in another world like to eat it very much. After the king knew about it, he asked for some and put it in the tent. Fruits have always been respectful and insensitive, and for some reason, I ate so much in one go today.

After he explained his purpose, Fu Zhiyuan didn't make things difficult for him, and asked his servants to wait for him to pick the fruits. However, when Noah was about to leave, he was stopped by the returning high priest.

The high priest, who had been indifferent for three years and never cared about other things, had a cold face, but his tone revealed a little uneasiness and expectation.

"Why did Wang ask for another dish?" The last dish was delivered three days ago, and Wang usually sent someone to pick it up after ten days, when the fruit was rotten.

Noah knelt down respectfully, and replied: "The king has a big appetite today, and he finished the red fruit in one sitting."

"Is it finished, or is there one left?" Fu Zhiyuan asked.

Noah was startled. I don't know how Fu Zhiyuan guessed it. He thought that the high priest was already a person, so his attitude became more respectful. "Yes, what the high priest said is that the king still has one left."

Fu Zhiyuan's hands were already trembling with excitement, "You just started to like eating red fruits today?"

"Yes. The High Priest...?"

Noah had just finished speaking when he felt a gust of wind blowing around him, and when he looked up again, Fu Zhiyuan was no longer in front of him.

Everyone was surprised to find that the high priest, who had always walked in a calm and calm manner, was running wildly all the way, without even noticing that the headband that tied his hair had fallen off.

Not far from the king's tent, the man who had admonished him just now looked at him in surprise, who had rarely lost his composure, and hurried forward, "High Priest, the king has agreed to revoke your marriage to him..."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Zhiyuan waved him away, and he was seen rushing into the king's tent in a blink of an eye.

The servants outside the king's tent and the servants guarding the door were startled, thinking that he was going to harm the king, they immediately followed and rushed into the king's tent, and the man among them ran at the end.

As soon as he entered the king's tent, all the attendants and servants stood there blankly, extremely masculine, afraid that the king would be hurt, they repeatedly pushed away those who blocked his sight, but as soon as he squeezed in, he was also stunned——

Their high priest, who had been honest with the king for three years, was hugging the bewildered king tightly at this time, with his head buried in the king's neck, so hard that the two were almost touching.