The vast expanse of the desert was scorched by the scorching sun, and there was not a single living creature in sight on the golden sand, and the large and small sand dunes stretched and undulated until the intersection of heaven and earth. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Suddenly, the space on the desert began to distort and deform, and finally turned into a spatial vortex, and a male-looking man stepped out of the vortex and looked around, as if looking for something.

This person is naturally longevity.

"Where did Lao Zhang go?"

Shou looked around suspiciously, and when he saw the vitrified desert surface, he could be sure that Zhang Yue was here to cross the catastrophe, but he didn't know where Zhang Yue ran after the catastrophe.

Forget it, let's look around.

Shou sniffed in the air, identified a direction, and began to look for Zhang Yue.

……

At the same time, Zhang Yue rode on a camel and returned to their tribe with the old African chieftain.

The tribe is located in a clearing of land scattered with dozens of triangular pyramid-shaped huts, some of which are carried by women with clay pots on their heads.

The tribe was still almost primitive, with able-bodied men going out hunting and women taking care of their children.

The old chief shouted, telling the whole tribe to come out and pay homage to the envoy.

The old chief's authority in the tribe was absolute, and no one dared to disobey his orders. More than 100 people from the tribe, young and old, walked out of the grass hut and came to the camel that Zhang Yue was riding, prostrate on the ground, and pay homage to him.

They are still very ignorant of nature, and they are still unable to explain some natural phenomena, and they feel that there is a supreme god in this world, and it is the gods who create everything.

In the face of Zhang Yue, a divine envoy, he did not dare to be disrespectful.

Zhang Yue hadn't eaten yet, so he called out to the old chief, pointed to his mouth, and asked the old chief to find something for him to eat.

"Wow Ka Ji Wow ......"

The old chief excitedly said to the tribesmen that they should go and prepare their things, and that there would be a bonfire tonight to celebrate the arrival of the oracle.

"Oh ~ Oh ......"

The whole tribe shouted excitedly, hurrying home to prepare something to eat, and it was a great honor to be able to prepare food for the oracle.

The old chief ordered a stool made of lion's fur to be brought out and invited Zhang Yue to sit on the throne, which symbolized power.

Zhang Yue took out his mobile phone and looked at it, there was no signal where the bird didn't, so he had to listen to music.

A black woman walked over with a jar and handed it to Zhang Yue, which contained a red berry, the size of a thumb, that was edible.

Zhang Yue took the clay pot and put it on his lap, picked up a red berry and threw it into his mouth, it tasted sweet and sour, not bad.

"Thank you."

Zhang Yue smiled at the woman and thanked her. He has no ethnic discrimination, blacks are also human beings, and people helped him find food, so he naturally wants to thank them.

The woman looked at Zhang Yue in amazement, unable to believe that the Divine Envoy had actually smiled kindly at her.

The sun slowly sets, the night gradually falls, and the time is imperceptibly night.

The sky of the Sahara Desert is unusually clear, there is no smog pollution here, and you can clearly see the entire Milky Way across the sky.

Zhang Yue sat on the lion-skin chair, looking at the pile of food piled up in front of him, and the black people of the tribe were busy making a fire and roasting a whole camel on the fire.

He saw that the blacks roasted not only camels, but also desert reptiles such as bats, scorpions, lizards, and even honey badgers.

The food customs here are very different from those of China.

It didn't take long for the aroma of barbecue to fill the air, arousing Zhang Yue's appetite. Of course, he only wanted to eat the camel, and things like bats and honey badgers naturally did not dare to compliment.

The camels were roasted to a sparkling color, and several black men smeared the salt from the desert and some local spices on the camels and roasted them for a few more minutes.

The old chief tore off a camel's leg and handed it to Zhang Yue, allowing the divine envoy to taste the native products of their tribe.

Zhang Yue took the camel leg more than one meter long and took a big bite, the meat was a little old, but the taste was very special, and it had a different flavor.

Several scantily clad black girls writhed in front of the fire and danced happily, their hips twisting from side to side towards Zhang Yue, as if tempting him.

Zhang Yue is not interested in black women, although he is not racist, but people in different regions have different aesthetics, maybe in the eyes of black people, these girls are beautiful, but Zhang Yue does not look beautiful.

"Gollum Wow Miles ......"

The old chief walked up to Zhang Yue and handed him a bowl of pale red drink.

Zhang Yue took the bowl of red drink, smelled it first, and a smell of wine came from it, as well as the smell of red berries just now. It should be the wine that the blacks made themselves with red berries.

There is wine and barbecue, I can't imagine that in this foreign culture, there can be such a wonderful experience.

Zhang Yue took the bowl of wine and drank it all, and then ate the barbecue.

At this time, the old chieftain was so drunk that he had a drum fetched him, and he played the drum before the campfire, and swayed his body from side to side to enjoy the good night.

Zhang Yue drank a can of wine, and he was also drunk, and he lay down on the lion skin seat, looking at the people in front of him in a trance.

This homemade berry wine is quite intoxicating.

He shook his head, a little dizzy, and got up to get out of here, going to the woods next to him.

Suddenly, he felt an arm on his shoulder, turned his head to look, and suddenly saw a pair of white braces floating in the air.

Shaking his head, he looked at it again, and saw that it was a black girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, looking at him with a smile on her face.

"You...... You want...... Do? Zhang Yue asked drunkenly.

The black girl pointed to Zhang Yue's second brother, and then pointed to her lower body, the meaning was already obvious, she just wanted to have a shot with Zhang Yue.

Today, seeing Zhang Yue alone knocking over dozens of strong men in the tribe, very heroic, this black girl wanted to mate with Zhang Yue.

This is the case in primitive societies, where women will choose strong males to mate, so as to ensure the birth of the best offspring and ensure the reproduction of the race.

"Damn, I don't want to have a shot with her." Zhang Yue secretly said in his heart, he really can't accept black people, it's too ugly.

He still prefers to have a bang with his white-skinned and beautiful Mr. Xiao, such an ugly girl, he doesn't want to give it to him.

The black girl didn't care too much, and kissed Zhang Yue passionately, Zhang Yue could only dodge left and right, and if she kissed her, it was better to die.

"Yo, Lao Zhang, you're having a good time in Africa."

At this moment, a joking voice came from the nearby woods. (To be continued.) )