The Strongest Violent Soldier Chapter 1202: I feel like vomiting when I see you

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"Why don't the priests come to see us?" Wang Meng asked. This was the first time he asked.

"The sacrificial adults never leave the ancestral temple. Unless something major happens within the clan. The tribe rescued the three gods and sent them to the ancestral temple. Only the sacrificial priests in the clan will heal illness." Uncle Zulu said.

"Should we go to thank the Lord Sacrifice?" Wang Meng Kaba said with his eyes and his little white teeth.

Uncle Zulu still doesn't understand what Wang Meng means?

"The priest said that the three can go to the ancestors and heirs at any time." Uncle Zulu said.

Wind chime has been looking at Wang Meng’s little white teeth, and suddenly said: "Your little white teeth give me a very familiar feeling, but I just can’t remember who you are?"

"From then on, I will be called Lord Bai." Wang Meng laughed.

"My name is Bai Nai!" Feng Ling said.

"Ahem, cough, cough, how can you say such shameless words? Niu. Zibai, don't you need to say it?" Wang Meng almost fell on the ground.

Wind chime's face turned red, purple-red burn scars glowed red.

"You are Lord Bai, and I am your wife, not Bai. What is grandma's name? Or change your name to Lord Hei! My name is Hei Nai." Feng Ling said with a blank white.

Plop!

Wang Meng sat on the ground.

"You two have a grandfather and a milk, what is my grandpa?" Hammer was not happy.

"Master Bai!" Wang Meng and Feng Chime said almost at the same time, very tacitly in agreement.

After speaking, the two smiled at each other.

"Hahaha! This name is good, I like it." Master Hammer laughed, very happy.

Uncle Zulu rubbed his face straight.

"Is there a shortage of fresh water here?" Wang Meng looked at Uncle Zulu.

Uncle Zulu's chapped lips are obviously caused by lack of water.

Not only Uncle Zulu, but the people here are dry.

"Surrounded by the sea, there is no fresh water except rain." Uncle Zulu said.

"It seems that our arrival has made your fresh water more constrained." Wang Meng looked at the turbid fresh water in a bowl of shells on the wooden table beside him, and said.

"We are all used to it." Uncle Zulu said with a smile. With this smile, blood came out of chapped lips.

"Actually, it is not difficult to get fresh water." Wang Meng said.

"What? Really?" Uncle Zulu was taken aback, and then ecstatic, because the Lord God in front of him was omnipotent.

"You have people prepare as many shark skins and shark eyes, the more the better. Ask them to boil the shark skin into glue, then throw away the shark eyeballs, remove the contents, and dry them as they are. Shark glue is made into the shape of a hundred-meter cauldron and dried. Then one hundred holes the size of shark eyes are cut out on each one, and one hundred and a half shark eyes are installed and glued together. This way The more cauldrons, the more fresh water produced." Wang Meng said.

"I'm going to prepare now." Uncle Zulu was confused, but he believed in the gods and quickly stood up, facing the three of Wang Meng, with his right hand on his heart, and knelt on the ground.

"Attention, the pot must be strong and transparent." Wang Meng exhorted, he did not stop Uncle Zulu from kneeling because this is the custom.

"Thank God." Uncle Zulu excitedly went down to make arrangements.

"Where did you get this technique? Is it good?" Lord Hammer looked at Wang Meng in wonder.

Wang scratched his head fiercely: "I don't know, it happened suddenly. It seems to be something in my memory."

"Master Bai? I believe you!" Feng Chime said flatly.

"How do we go back to the sky? What are we doing here?" Wang Meng said suddenly, frowning and looking at the sky.

"Why do you want to do that? Naturally, I will go back when I can." Master Hammer was not in a hurry.

"Master Bai is right." Feng Chime nodded: "However, the Yitian tribe and the Simba tribe have always been at odds. I heard that they have fought several battles because of our arrival. The Simba tribe wants to grab us. In the past. If you study fresh water, the two sides will fight harder." Feng Chime said suddenly.

"I'm doing this to ease their conflicts. With fresh water, what else can I fight?" Wang Meng said.

"The more you have, the more greedy!" Feng Chime said.

"Everything is done by fate, we only do what we can do." Wang Meng disapproved.

The two races have been fighting for so many years, don't they also exist? This is the destiny.

"The more capable we are, the more intense they will fight for the gods." Feng Chime said again.

"It's a big deal to separate them, Master Bai," Wang Meng said with a grin.

"I'm not going! Do you think the people of the Yitian tribe are so kind? I think the people of the Simba tribe are not good!" Lord Hammer stopped doing it at that time.

"We are gods, we won't go if we want to. What can they do? If fresh water is created for them, and they still make trouble, we will beat them until they are served." Wang Meng said.

"You have recovered now, we have not recovered our combat power." Master Hammer said.

"Then you just watch me beat them!" Wang Meng's expression was excited, and even the purple scar jumped with excitement.

At this moment, there was a sudden clamor outside the tribe.

The adult men in the Yitian tribe ran to the gate of the tribe’s Dazhai quickly with sharpened wooden and bamboo spears in their hands.

Wang Meng and the others live on the mountainside of the island, allowing you to view the entire tribe.

At this time, I saw a group of people coming to the gate of Yitian tribe, all of whom were also wearing clothes made of fish skin.

There seems to be nothing else here, the fish skin is the only cloth, and even the wooden house is surrounded by fish skin.

"Let me see!" Wang Meng said as he stood up and left.

"I'll go too!" Feng Chime shouted.

"You can see clearly here, you can't see clearly when you are close." Wang Meng said as he walked away.

"Asshole!" Wind Chime gritted his teeth.

"I'll go take a look too!" Lord Hammer limped away.

The wind chime is out of breath, but she can't help it, she can't move now.

Wang Meng descended from the mountain, and all the women, children and elderly people along the way paid homage.

Wang Meng smiled and walked by.

Wang Meng is very uncomfortable with this custom, but after saying it a few times, he can't change it. He can only accept it.

Wang Meng heard the quarrel between the two sides before he reached the gate of the tribe.

Or the Simba tribe wants to ask the gods to go to them, but the Yitian tribe disagrees.

Wang Meng arrived, and the men of the Yitian Tribe were ready to fight, all kneeling down and shouting to the gods.

It's just that the Simba tribe outside the door didn't kneel, they all looked at this ugly **** in amazement. The gods are as beautiful as angels in their hearts, and Wang Meng is now uglier than the ugliest of them.

"The gods? Why are you down?" Uncle Zulu said anxiously, the gods were not healed, and he was afraid of hurting the gods.

"You all live on this small island. You should unite with each other and find ways to make the residents prosperous and happy. What is the point of fighting and killing?" Wang Meng walked to the wooden door and looked at the Xin The Pakistani said.

"Are you a god?" A tall middle-aged man stood in front of the Simba tribe. This person has brown curly hair and has dark skin and is very strong. The pale blue eyes looked at Wang Meng.

This person is Simbad, the chief of the Himba clan.

"They all call me gods." Wang Meng said, how does he know if he is a god?

"Is the **** so ugly?" Simbado looked at Wang Meng suspiciously.

Wipe!

Wang Meng rolled his eyes, who stipulated that the gods must be good-looking?