Caring About Fast Wear Life

    Hongsha carried the child back to her residence, entered the room and knelt down to someone who was eating, her mouth full of prayers: "God, please save my child. "

    Fast was enjoying a barely accessible lunch when she saw the woman kneeling on the ground as soon as she entered, her eyes flashed with displeasure. He hated being disturbed while eating, especially such unhygienic savages.

    "Say." But Fast still remembers the identity he set for himself, he is the messenger of the Crescent Lake God, how can he ignore the believers.

    "God, my son Ziguo still left the West Woods of Crescent Lake, can you communicate with the lake god, please don't hurt him. As long as I can get Ziguo back, I can do anything ." Hongsha expressed his wish.

    Hearing Hongsha said that Ziguo might have been eaten by the turtle in the lake, Fast was a little bit overjoyed, because he had long thought Ziguo was not pleasing to the eye.

    Fast had no memory of when Ziguo's father rescued the Crescent Tribe and temporarily lived in Ziguo's house. But Fast, who has no memory, instinctively feels that he is not a member of the Crescent Moon tribe. The first is of course that he looks different from other people in the tribe. Incompatible with him.

    Fast at that time was very unsuitable for the life of the Crescent Tribe, and often used Ziguo’s family as servants, which made Ziguo very unhappy, and the other children of the joint tribe made fun of Fast every day, It made Fast, who loves cleanliness, disgusting for a long time.

    Fast, who had recovered his memory, remembered this, and the first person who wanted to clean up was Ziguo. However, because he still has to live in the Crescent Moon Tribe for the time being, he didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble, and the strategy was broken, so Fast didn't do it.

    So although he looked down on the people from the Crescent Tribe and hated Ziguo, the child, Fast did not show any difference in front of everyone. After becoming an envoy, he was kind to Ziguo's family. But if he took the risk to save people, Fast wouldn't do it, but he wouldn't say it.

    "Although I am the messenger of the lake god, the lake **** doesn't listen to me. I can help you communicate and plead with him, but if the lake **** does not agree, there is nothing I can do. It can be considered unlucky for that child." After saying this, Fast sent the red sand out, so as not to let her disturb him to continue enjoying his lunch.

    In the eyes of Fast, who recovered his memory, the people of the Crescent Tribe are a group of uncivilized barbarians. If given the choice, Fast also doesn't want to stay so far behind. But surrounded by deserts, he couldn't get out alone, let alone find a key point to enter the next virtual world.

    A person's strength is limited, and Fast does not understand the surrounding environment. He intends to gather this tribe and let these people do things for him.

    But when he just remembered his memory, the Ziguo family wanted to drive him out of the oasis. If they wanted to stay, they could work together with the rest of the tribe.

    Work, the word never appeared in Fast's life.

    Of course he couldn't agree.

    When she lost her memory, Fast spent several days with the people of the Crescent Moon tribe, and knew that the people in this tribe were most afraid of the turtle in the Crescent Lake.

    What God?

    It's just a large tortoise that has lived for a long time. In their Tianwuxing zoo, there are several such tortoises. In Fast's view, the people of the Crescent Tribe are ignorant barbarians, who regard a big turtle as the supreme god, and talk about it.

    It's ridiculous.

    As for cannibalism?

    The big turtles in their Tianwuxing Zoo are very well behaved and have never hurt anyone. It must be that these barbarians saw that the turtle was too big and lived for a long time, and thought that the other party was cruel and violent.

    Utilizing this, Fast made up an identity for himself. He is the messenger sent by the lake god, the agent of the god. Some people in this tribe believed what he said, and of course some people didn't, and they even challenged him, but they were all defeated by him.

    These people lack nutrients for a long time and mainly eat plants. The only meat is the fish in the lake. They are generally short in stature. .

    A person like this wants to challenge him?

    It's delusional.

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    I am concerned that I am not familiar with the terrain around the Crescent Lake. After hesitating, I decided to follow Ziguo to their tribe first, and adapt accordingly on the road.

    This Crescent Lake is very large and runs east-west. It is more than 20 square kilometers by visual inspection. There are various plants growing around it. The Crescent Moon tribe is on the east side of this lake, and they are currently on the west side of the lake.

    To return to the Crescent Tribe, you have to cross the Crescent Lake. Walking straight along the lake is the nearest road. Ziguo and the tribe's children are taking this road today.

    But now the turtle in the lake came back, and Ziguo was very afraid.

    In addition to caring and seeing the destructive power of the tortoise, and not wanting to provoke the other party, they took a detour with Ziguo, and walked from the periphery of the woods to the tribe in the direction of the desert.

    Careful to see that the basket on Ziguo's back was bending his waist, he walked over to let Ziguo stop, and reached out to take the basket on his shoulders.

    "Ah, divine envoy, what are you doing?" Zi Guo was a little at a loss because he was concerned about the sudden action.

    "Give me some of the wild fruits in your basket." Caring also carries a frame on her back, which she weaved from branches in the shoal, and it's not too big.

    "Envoy, if you still want to eat fruit, then I'll get it for you." Saying that, he took the basket off his shoulders.

    I didn't say more about my concern, I cleaned out the weapons in my back basket, lifted the back basket from which the fruit was unloaded, and poured most of the wild fruit inside into my back basket.

    Then tethered the weapon taken out from the back basket to his waist, carried the back basket and continued to walk forward. She took two steps and found that Ziguo hadn't followed, and turned her head to see that the child was still stunned.

    "Ziguo, what are you doing, go away."

    "Oh, okay."

    Zi Guo came back to his senses and followed behind him, but his eyes were always on his back, and he followed him step by step.

    The reason why Ziguo was stunned was that he did not expect that the envoy stopped him to share the weight of the basket for him. , Ziguo still prefers the approachable angel in front of him.

    I'm concerned about seeing Ziguo's weight-bearing difficulties and helping him solve the weight. In fact, I can completely change my back with Ziguo, but I'm concerned about not doing so.

    Although sympathy is overflowing, caring has not lost his IQ and handed over his weapons to others.

    Even if the person is just a small child.

    The journey was very smooth, and I found this oasis quiet and terrifying. Except for the sound of the wind blowing the leaves, there were no traces of other animal activities.

    Just as she was about to ask Ziguo this question, she heard footsteps coming from far and near.

    "Someone is coming, you come with me."

    Although Ziguo said to Caring that this oasis only has people from their Crescent Moon tribe, but Caring has not forgotten that in addition to the aborigines, this planet also has their likes.

    Care took the fruit and hid in the nearby bushes, trying to see who it was.

    The footsteps were hurried and fast, and just after caring took Ziguo to hide for a minute, the figure appeared in front of Caring.

    This is a khaki-skinned man. He is not tall, about one meter six. He has a bare upper body and is wearing a pair of coarse woven trousers around his waist. Run in this direction.

    "Ah, it's the clay potter."

    Ziguo saw the appearance of the person who came, and hurriedly rushed out of the bushes, beckoned to the person and shouted, "Brother Tu Tao, I'm here!"

    The earthenware was worried about Ziguo's safety. After hearing the news, he came over as fast as he could. He didn't expect to meet Ziguo on the way.

    Seeing that Ziguo had healthy limbs, he waved to him, and the nerves that had been tense in the clay pottery suddenly relaxed.

    However, he did not slow down, rushed over, hugged Ziguo in his arms, and rubbed Ziguo's curly black hair.

    "You boy, do you know that you scared everyone so much. The news of the Lake God's early return is estimated to have passed back to the tribe, and it is estimated that your grandma is going crazy. Go, hurry up Come back with me."

    After speaking, the clay potter saw the small half-frame of wild fruit that Ziguo was carrying, pouted, and said with some disgust: "I said you were left behind with the other children just for the sake of this little fruit. "

    "No, it contains ginkgo which can relieve mother's cough." Ziguo explained.

    "Ziguo, that's not what I meant. I mean you can't carry this weight, and you can still be left behind with other children, don't you feel ashamed?"

    The clay pottery finished speaking, and without waiting for Ziguo to explain, he took off the back basket from Ziguo and carried it on himself.

    "Cut, this is the weight. Ziguo, it seems that this time back to the tribe, I want your father to train you well, you will be an adult in a few years, and then you will become a tribe Soldier, what will you do when your small body drags us back?"

    When the clay pottery spoke, the fruit kept looking over the bushes.

    He wanted to tell the clay pottery that he brought back the real angel, the one in the tribe is a fake.

    It's just that the fruit can't speak at all.

    After finally waiting for the clay pottery to finish speaking, the clay pottery took Ziguo away, and Ziguo finally said: "Wait a minute, earth pottery brother."

    "What about you?" The clay pot looked at the fruit in confusion.

    "God...God is still there."

    "The Angel? Where?"

    Hearing this, the clay pottery looked around subconsciously, and found that there were only the two of them around.

    He looked at Ziguo, "What nonsense are you talking about. The gods are in the tribe, how could they be here?"

    "I'm not talking about the liar, but the real angel." Ziguo hurriedly explained.

    Hearing Ziguo's words, the clay potter smiled.

    He patted Ziguo's head, "Ziguo, the gods are gods, what's the truth? You're afraid that the lake **** will come back and be frightened."

    "Really, a real angel. I saw the angel sitting on the back of the lake god, coming from the shoal. She just came back with me, and seeing you coming, she Just pulled me to hide in the bushes, she was there just now." Ziguo pointed to the bushes where he had just squatted.

    Seeing Ziguo's expression is eager, it doesn't look like a joke.

    The earthenware took the fruit and went to the bush, and took a look, but it was empty and there was nothing.

    The earthenware looked at the fruit, and his eyes seemed to ask: Where is the angel?

    "It's just here, why is it gone?" Ziguo couldn't understand.

    The clay pot stared at Ziguo displeasedly, "Ziguo, you won't play with me, will you?"

    Ziguo hurriedly waved her hand, "No, I really met the angel just now, and she helped me carry most of the wild fruit along the way."

    Originally, the clay pottery looked at Ziguo so seriously, and they really believed that Ziguo met the angel. Otherwise, how could Ziguo escape from the lake god, but when Ziguo said that the envoy was helping to carry things, the clay pottery suddenly felt that Ziguo was talking nonsense.

    From the perspective of the clay pottery, the gods are high above the ground, how can they help these mortals carry things.

    Ziguo must have been frightened by the sudden return of the lake god, so she spoke nonsense. Please keep in mind: