Cannon Fodder Slap Guide [Quick Transmigration]

The sun hung high, steaming heat distorted everything, and the wind howled like a whip through the valley of obsidian.

The elder stood on a high altar, dancing a strange dance, his old body seemed to move slowly, unable to do what he wanted.Confite knelt down, surrounded by the wise men and witch doctors of the tribe, with his head bowed, looking reverent and pious.

"...open your heart for your people, and feel the spirit of all things. The God of Stormy Wind bestows on you the courage and strength to bring glory." The elder kept repeating, and the lengthy blessing ceremony made people drowsy.

Confite was calm on the surface, but his heart was like raging waves.He wants to gain a firm foothold in this wild land, to gain people's respect and admiration, and to set off a storm with Insousa to resist the inhuman tyranny of the high priest.

Determining the identity of the heir is only the first step, and we will continue to develop in the long journey in the future.He couldn't wait any longer, and even his breathing began to become hot.

The long prayer was finally over. Tumontan took off the crown of windstones hanging on the altar, walked slowly to Confete, and made a few gestures on top of his head with one hand to show his blessing.

His trembling hands irritated Confete, and she wished she had snatched the crude tiara and put it on.He kept comforting himself - he had endured so many trials, and now he was only one step away, and the tiara would fall on his head soon, so there was no need to rush for a while.

The blessing was finally over, and the crowd behind him suddenly became commotion. Confete couldn't hear what they were saying, and he didn't care. Looking at the crown hanging above his head, his eyes showed uncontrollable excitement and pride.

However, Tumontan's hand seemed to be fixed, motionless, and the crown was still unwilling to fall.Confite was so eager that her knees left the ground a few times, and she pushed her head towards the crown, trying to get in by herself.

He looked up at the elder, and saw that the cloudy old eyes that could not be opened even now were shining brightly at this moment, and his lips were trembling so that they could hardly close together.

Confite didn't understand, so she turned her head to see what happened.All the clansmen who should have been kneeling on the ground stood up and looked towards Taniguchi.

A figure appeared at the entrance of the valley, the heat blurred his outline, and the wind and sand slowed down his steps, making the figure look lazy, as if he didn't care much about everything around him.

When the people got closer, exclamations erupted from the crowd, and Confite was even more astonished. He rubbed his eyes that were fascinated by the sand, hoping that this was just his hallucination.

Tong Lin met everyone's surprised eyes, walked to the altar, threw the huge thing he was dragging on the ground, and said casually: "Elder, this is the cone shell you want."

Everyone was uproarious and frightened, looking back and forth between Tong Lin and Chia in disbelief.Hundreds of years had passed, and none of the boys they had sent to the Hive had returned so far, and they had given up hope.However, this young man who started to go crazy and confused a year ago unexpectedly escaped from the worm nest and brought back the sacrifice requested by the elders. Looking at his relaxed appearance, it seemed that he was just returning from a trip.

Confite almost vomited blood, staring at his bloodshot eyes and hoarsely shouted: "This is impossible!"

How can a delirious person easily pass a test that even ordinary people cannot pass?He should have died a long time ago, even the body was bitten into slag by bugs, instead of calmly destroying his blessing ceremony!

The so-called standing cone carapace is probably just an unknown thing he found at random, and no one has seen it anyway, so it is impossible to verify its authenticity.

Seeing the doubtful look in other people's eyes, Confete calmed down a little, and said that even if Sansalan passed the test by chance and got the carapace, he still couldn't prove its authenticity.

Thinking of this, Confite breathed a sigh of relief, puffed out his chest and said, "You said that this is the cone carapace you have erected. Do you have any evidence? Who knows if you escaped on the way to the insect's nest? In order to cover up the facts, you casually Find something weird and come back to deceive everyone!"

What he said was exactly what other people thought, and even the patriarch echoed his doubts.

Tong Lin smiled nonchalantly, allowing these people to speculate.

Elder Tumontan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly pushed away Confete who was standing in front of him, and staggered to the carapace.

Confite was pushed back a bit, thinking how could this old guy be so energetic, he must have returned to the past.

Tumontan stretched out his skinny hand like a dead branch and slowly rubbed it on the carapace. His lips twitched and said, "That's right, this is the carapace I saw in my dream."

These words seemed to cast a thunderbolt in the crowd, causing an uproar.The words of a tribal elder are unquestionable, which means that they have to believe that Tong Lin really passed through the insect nest, defeated the hard beetle set up, and snatched the carapace from the insect king.

Confite's expression shattered to the ground, and the fundus of his eyes was bloodshot.He has worked so hard, even drank poison to give up his pride as a man, but in the end it was just useless work!

Seeing Tong Lin's playful eyes and cruel smile, as if saying "Stupid brother" to him, he felt his blood surge.

But no one cared about the pain in Confete's heart. Everyone lifted Tong Lin up, regarded him as a hero of the tribe, embraced him and walked to the center of the tribe to discuss how to celebrate.

And the unfinished blessing ceremony has been forgotten by them.The patriarch patted Confit on the shoulder and said, "Since Sansalan has returned and brought hope to the tribe, he is still the first heir to the position of patriarch. Son, I know you must be very sad now, But who made him really do what others couldn't do."

Confetus didn't speak, his face turned blue, white and black, the taste of blood was all over his teeth and tongue, and his heart was full of unwilling pain.

The tribe of the Tempest had not been so jubilant in a long time, and the tribe had been troubled ever since Elder Tumontan announced his extraordinary dream.Originally, the chance of surviving entering the three major insect nests is extremely low, and they are tribes that are despised by the high priest, so they will definitely not be able to get the protection of the moon god. Being able to obtain sacrifices has always been just a matter of trying. I even gave birth to the idea that the dream of the elder is just an illusion.

Now Tong Lin has returned from the standing cone with the carapace, bringing hope to the tribe. As long as he passes the trials of the other two insect nests to obtain sacrifices, he can open the weathered rock, gain the power of the god of quicksand, and leave this place. It is a dark valley with jagged rocks and only the whistling wind blowing through it all day long.

Sansaran was a dull-eyed fool before he left, but he was a completely different person after returning from the hive.Everyone thought that he was hopeless, but unexpectedly after going through the trial, he was reborn, and his whole aura was different. His strength and self-confidence seemed to be born with him, which made people admire him.

The tribe surrounded Tong Lin, filled his wine glass, and asked him about the past in the worm's nest.

Holding the wine glass, Tong Lin answered a few words casually, and let them use their imagination to play up the rest.

Amid the amazed admiration and envious and admiring gazes, Tong Lin drank the wine on his own.He doesn't hate crowded and noisy environments, in fact he still misses this feeling a bit.

After all, I spent three years in the winter star where there were only bears and snow, and it was so cold that even people's hearts could be frozen.

The carnival lasted until late at night, Tong Lin drank a few glasses of wine, returned to the residence, took a shower and fell asleep.

Dimly, he saw the man who appeared in his mind like a fleeting image when he touched the blue armor.

In the tall temple, the man reclined on the white stone bed, the moonlight poured down on his pure white and flawless robe, giving off a faint halo.

The man raised his eyelids slightly, and Tong Lin heard his own chaotic heartbeat; the man raised his fingers slightly, and Tong Lin felt the emptiness under his feet move in front of the man like floating weeds.

Tong Lin knelt down at the man's feet in fear and respect, looked up at his graceful chin, and felt a strong longing in his heart.

The man looked down at him, his eyes were calm and emotionless, as if looking down at an inanimate object.But under such gaze, Tong Lin became hardened.

He could feel that he was passionately, obsessively, even painfully, desperately infatuated with men.

He wanted to kiss this man, to cling to him naked, to set him on fire with his own body temperature, to let him do whatever he wanted on him.

But he felt humble and insignificant, and was extremely ashamed of his idea of ​​blaspheming the other party.

In this contradictory struggle, he humbly lowered his head, not daring to look directly into those eyes, but could only stare at the white back of the man's feet.

A man actually has such a pair of perfectly shaped feet. What seems to be flowing under the skin is not blood, but moonlight. One can't help but want to leave a hickey on the back of his feet.

Tong Lin stared at the toe ring on the man's left foot obsessively, until that foot was lifted slightly and stepped on the swollen stiffness under him.

"Ah..." Tong Lin cried out impatiently, unable to believe what happened in front of him.

The man played with Tong Lin's desire wantonly with his feet as white as jade, stepped on his pouch lightly or heavily, climbed on his stiff with his toes, and rubbed the soles of his feet on his scorching top.

Even though he was doing such an obscene thing, the man's face was still indifferent, as cold as usual, as if the foot that played with the boy did not grow on him.

Tong Lin's face was flushed, his mouth was slightly opened, and his breathing became more and more rapid.The humble desire in my heart is realized in this way, and the psychological satisfaction is far greater than the physical comfort.

But he was greedy and wanted more, so he took the courage to lift off the man's robe, looking at the hideous giant between the man's legs that did not match his delicate and beautiful face, Tong Lin's Adam's apple rolled rapidly .

He couldn't bear it any longer, and opened his mouth to hold the scepter of man's desire. Although it was an extremely erotic act, he was extremely devout in his heart.He swallowed as far as he could into the depths of his throat, traced the undulating tendons with the tip of his tongue, sucked and licked his full top, and made a lewd sound of water.

He looked at the man's face obsessively, and reached a physical and psychological climax. The moment he ejaculated, the man suddenly pulled out the hard object, spraying hot white turbidity towards his face...

"Fuck!" Tong Lin sat up abruptly, touched his face subconsciously, and breathed a sigh of relief after making sure that there was only a thin layer of sweat on his skin.

The next second, he frowned again. Although there was nothing on his face, the wetness between his legs was real.

He recollected the feeling of surging passion in his dream, and it was really a mess of excitement.But the problem is that this erotic dream doesn't look like he had it, but more like the original intention of this body.

He always thought that this shell only coveted Nahusi, but he didn't expect that not long after they separated, he played foot control benefits and facial shots with other men in his dream.

But in the dream, he could really feel the original owner's admiration and desire for that man, it was like crazy.

While changing his underwear, Tong Lin canceled the mute function, and said to the finally liberated system: "If you have anything else you haven't told me, please be frank and lenient."