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The camera in his hand kept recording.

The people here are in their own right, and there seems to be no dispute among the people.

They are responsible for concentrating on what they are doing and then resting.

It looks mechanical, even regular.

Except for setting up tents and tying bugs.

There are also those who breed insects and sow vegetables.

Even steam for water and kindergartens.

It's all about industry, and it makes sense.

I walked up to the white man who was planting vegetables and wanted to take a picture.

Unexpectedly, he handed me a handful of vegetables directly.

Then he looked at me and took a bite of the vegetable.

I learned from him to take a bite and taste the lettuce.

There was also the distillation of water, and I just walked over symbolically.

He actually handed me a cup in a clay bowl.

Then I symbolically slapped a glass and took a sip, and because I was not thirsty, I smiled and put the cup down.

But I was stopped by the white man, who continued to look at me without speaking.

It wasn't until I took a sip that he continued to get busy with what he was doing.

I looked at the other white men suspiciously, as they seemed to exchange things with each other as they passed by.

No matter how you look at it, there is a feeling that you will meet in half, and even if you don't give them anything.

They don't seem to be angry either, and they don't even know to be angry.

I looked at the two old men not far away, who were also resting at this time.

I thought it might be a backward forgotten race.

They live under the Great Rift Valley of Sesame Leaf.

They don't seem to have a currency, not even a distinction of status.

Everyone also rests after doing their own thing, and continues to work after resting.

Just to live for the sake of living, then the possibility of trying to get out of this rift through them is really too small.

I looked at it for a long time, and noticed that there were two new frames under my tent not far away.

And the enemy riders have begun to work on and off.

I sighed and turned off the video, glancing at the thirty-three batteries left on my phone.

I returned to the enemy rider and continued to get to work.

Time goes back slowly, and I've tested a lot.

My desire to survive with the enemy riders has not diminished.

We began to experiment with exchanges.

For example, he raised the bowl and said, "Bonka." ”

I said, "Bowl." ”

He was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Bowl." ”

Instead, I raised the stick and said, "Stick." ”

He said, "Click." ”

I'll also remember to say, "Click." ”

We name things, words, and even actions.

The shorter or more memorable side is used as the first language.

In half a month, we were gradually able to communicate simply.

But our language is not written.

After we were able to communicate, the most discussed was above.

But every time he was impatient, he began to babble a lot of other things.

Both of them were very unhappy.

We used to think about leaning on this village and fixing my plane.

But it seems like it's hard because they're just too far behind.

In this village, day and night.

We slept together that day, after which I was woken up.

I got up and saw a few white men holding up a white man and walking towards a pit not far away.

It seemed to throw him down, and the old man began to chant some incantations before throwing him down.

I glanced at it, and the raised white man's hand seemed to be burned by the flames.

Half of the left palm was bloody and fleshy.

I immediately woke up the enemy rider next to me.

His first reaction was the same as mine.

The two of us ran almost straight to the group of white men and stopped them.

I took one look at the pitch-black cavern, and there was magma bubbling up in it.

I can't believe that if someone in this village is incapacitated.

will be thrown directly into the lava and sentenced to death.

The two of us stood in front of them, resisting the white man who lifted the wounded white man.

The old man stopped chanting the incantation and looked at us.

Enemy riders, push forward with both hands.

Magical light emanated, and a strong wind blew out.

Directly pushed the two whites to the ground, and then the enemy rider caught the wounded whites.

The enemy rider then made a few movements, and a green glow slammed into the injured white man's arm.

After seven or eight strokes, the wound began to heal.

I was also surprised that I couldn't save him like this.

I looked at the old man, and the old man looked at us in amazement.

The enemy rider finished the last slap and raised the white man's cured hand.

The whites began to disperse as if nothing had happened, leaving the old man to bow to the enemy rider.

After this time, we had an extra tent next to us.

And this tent was for the enemy rider, and his tent was three times the size of the tent we had lived in with the two of us.

He doesn't need to tie up bugs, just that if someone is injured, it will be brought to him for treatment.

Of course, when I have nothing to do, I will be helped.

I looked at it and was itching, remembering the wreckage of the plane.

I explained it to the enemy riders.

Ran out of the hole alone and ran towards the wreckage of the plane.

A few hundred meters away, I dragged some parts and engines back to the village.

I spent half a day drawing, and I was out of breath when I was tired.

The enemy rider looked at what I had brought in and smiled and asked me if I had found a way out.

I could only smile wryly and shake my head.

I used the engine as a part and made a makeshift bug tying machine from the leftover materials.

I don't know how long this generator will last, so I'm also improving the conversion of heat energy into electricity.

Nowadays, although the efficiency of the motor to tie the worm is low, it is expensive to be fully automatic.

The white man didn't notice it when he first came to me to close the frame.

Seeing that the huge machine actually didn't exist, it came and put down the box and left.

It wasn't until the third time he came that he watched me throw the whole frame of worms into the huge machine.

Then the motor starts, and one by one the bugs are tied up and passed out and fall into another box.

The white man stared at the whole machine and exclaimed.

This was the second sound I heard besides the old man chanting a mantra.

But the exclamation was followed by a lull, and then the frame was carried away by the white man.

It turns out that they are not all dumb, they can speak.

The most common treatment for Imperial riders is children, sometimes receiving seven or eight children with fever and colds in just one day.

Some of the older kids would learn to talk to us when I was talking to enemy riders.

It's like a repeater, which shocked us all.

The enemy riders did what I thought, teaching these children to speak.

At first, it was only a short time to pull a few children to teach, until chasing two key professors.

Let these two children teach the other children.

At first we thought it would be difficult, but the results were remarkable.

In just half a year, we have received great rewards, and half of the children can communicate with us simply.

There are even children who are even more fluent than us because they are not limited by our native language.

I think it's because these children are too young to be in the workforce.

When they have nothing to do, they can only play idlely, so learning has become the most interesting thing for them.

In contrast, my transformation of converting heat into electricity has been a bit of a failure.

After starting a simple communication with these children, it seems that it has also attracted the attention of adults.

But it seems that the adults didn't think much of it, after all, they didn't understand it either.

It's been seven or eight months since we got here.

But we're not sure about the exact time.

For the sake of these children, we also write language more deeply, adding more words and content.

Even for the children who are making rapid progress and can communicate with us without barriers, I began to teach some simple things.

The Imperial Riders even began to teach magic, and even taught a few of them.

And I was learning their magic on the sidelines, but I couldn't understand it at all.

Until he told me that these are things that must be learned from an early age.

When the phone was about to standby until it ran out of power, I completed the conversion from heat to electricity.

Even some key ideas actually relied on the guidance of the children to turn the corner.

In some places, my thinking has been solidified, but the children can use it flexibly.

I realized that these children are actually very smart, but they don't get a good education.

We also plan to continue teaching new knowledge that day.

Suddenly, all the whites got up and walked out of the cave.

A child came up to us and said, "Outside." The day of the wind has arrived. ”

The enemy riders and I were stunned, and we walked out of the village after the group.

At this time, the rift valley actually hung up with a strong wind.

All the whites ran and even danced in the gale.

One of the children took us by the arm and said, "It's a gift." ”

I said to the child, "This is a gale. ”

"When the time comes, the elders will tell us. The child said.

I looked at the direction of the wind, and it was facing upwards.

I guess it's the alternation of winter and spring, when the convection of cold and warm currents breaks into this crack.

The heat energy is upward, and it is converted into this upward gale.

I said to the enemy riders, "We might have a chance to get out." ”

The enemy rider nodded his head and said, "Isn't the plane out of power? Although the heat energy is converted to electricity, the heat energy on the ground cannot be used without leaving the ground." ”

"It's up to you then, but it's going to take another year. You've probably never heard of hot air balloons. I said.

"Hot air balloons?" said the enemy rider lamely.

"The black material is very insulating, and it makes a device that flies on heat. It just needs to be next time, the next time it's windy. I said.

The crowd was reveling, and I pulled the enemy rider back to the village.

I took a closer look at the black cloth that blocked the door, and realized that it was the rhizome of a dwarf plant in the village.

A year in time, when the next gale arrives.

I made a big hot air balloon and a platform big enough to support two people.

For this reason, I also specially controlled what I ate and drank with the enemy riders, in order to limit my weight.

Consider this day for a year.

The time is getting closer, and I'm getting more and more perfect with hot air ballooning.

The kids seemed to have discovered something and asked if we were going to get out of here.

I didn't dare to tell them the truth, I just shook my head and said no.

But we couldn't hide it, and the child began to ask where we were going.

"We're going to heaven. I said.

"Which white line?" said the child.

"It's not a white line, it's another world," I said.

The children scratched their heads and were overwhelmed.

I gave my phone to a smarter kid.

At this time, because the heat energy conversion power has been perfected, it is not difficult to charge the mobile phone.

It wasn't until the next time the wind picked up, I opened the hot air balloon and pulled the Imperial riders.

The children watched us and started cheering, but then yelling and crying.

And we change and rise.

The enemy riders were almost at full fire, and the fire magic was in full swing.

It took an hour to hold on to it before it flew out of the sesame oil rift valley.

After that, we each went back to our own countries and were treated almost as heroes.

Two years ago, both sides were 99-99.

But when we came back, it was 100 to 100.

Although there is no winner or loser, the game without death is the most worthy of celebration.

Because I left my phone at the bottom, there is no way to prove the truth of the matter.

At first I went around preaching, but no one believed me.

I began to write my experiences into novels because it involved the mysterious South.

The novel is so hot that some people even begin to suspect that this is the real thing.

But I calmed down and started saying that it was just a story.

Novels written to the media are exaggerated and false.

It wasn't until decades later, when I was in my eighties.

Every year when winter turns to summer, I begin to miss the Imperial rider in the South.

Early this morning, the whole country was flooded with a piece of news, and I couldn't close my mouth when I looked at the newspaper.

The newspaper said that a large number of hot air balloons had emerged from the sesame oil leaf rift valley, and the big balloons were filled with piles of white-skinned humans.

They began to be stationed on both sides of the rift.

The language is a complete blend of North and South.

And he knows science and magic.

I think they will become the third country on the continent and carry it forward.

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