"We have no ill will. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Tian Dabao raised his hands and signaled that he had no weapons on his body.

Tian Dabao said that his sincere attitude was very simple, but several team members behind him still quietly touched their hands to their waists, ready to pull out the hand-held electromagnetic pulse guns that are standard for combatants at any time.

As the words fell, more than twenty natives of the planet walked out of the woods, their bodies were about the same size as humans, but their skin was slightly lighter, and the blue veins under the skin could be faintly seen.

All of them wore wooden masks, and they could not see their appearances, but they could only be judged by their figures, and they were all men.

One of the aborigines, whose mask was slightly different, waved his hand to the people around him, and said a few words to Tian Dabao.

Menglong Xiaojian's language analysis mode quickly made a comparison, transforming the other party's words into a language that Chen Feng and others could understand.

"Outsiders, this is the holy place of our people, you must leave immediately."

"It turned out that I strayed into someone else's forbidden land, no wonder I came up so cruel, I was almost stabbed into a sieve, it's too scary." Goku chattered.

"Shut up, if you don't speak, no one will treat you as a dumb person." If it weren't for the fact that using electric whips at this time would cause unnecessary misunderstandings, the croissant really wanted to give Wukong two more whips, and I really didn't understand why this dead monkey talked so much.

The ambush turned out to be just a misunderstanding of "justifiable defense".

Except for Chen Feng, who knew that this was a dream and had never felt any pressure in his heart, the nervous emotions of the others finally relaxed.

With the help of Menglong Xiaojian's synchronous translation, Tian Dabao briefly negotiated with the other party, and in order to show that he really had no malicious intentions, he also took the initiative to unload the arms on his body.

Of course, Tian Dabao and they are not really stunned, and the things for self-protection still have to be left quietly.

Following this group of aborigines, chatting while walking, it can be regarded as having a certain understanding of these people.

The mask was different, the person they negotiated with was called Sama, and when he took off the mask, Chen Feng and the others found out that it was actually a teenage boy.

They are the people of the "Takalam", and the surrounding area is the territory of their people. Sama is the youngest son of the current patriarch, and it just so happens that he is in charge of the security of the Holy Land today.

Although Tian Dabao was curious about what was in the Holy Land and needed to be so carefully protected, it was not good to ask directly, so he quietly gave the croissant a look.

The claw cat naturally knew Tian Dabao's intentions, his movements were as usual, and there was no change, but Chen Feng found that the original black shadow of the claw cat had become shallower.

This is the racial talent of the clawed cat, and his shadow is not a simple shadow, according to Chen Feng's understanding, it is probably something similar to a shadow clone. The shadow that can break away from the main body is not an independent living form, nor is it part of the body of the clawcat, but it has an inseparable connection with the claw.

No matter how careful the Takalam people were, they would not have guessed that the shadow that had just stayed where they were and then flashed would have such a mystery.

Chen Feng looked around as he listened to Tian Dabao explain the peace concept and responsibilities of Starfleet to Sama.

There is a lot of green vegetation on this planet, and there are patches of woods, and they have followed Sama and them for so long, and they are all green patches. He was curious why Tian Dabao could create such a good scenery in his dreams, but he only had a pile of rocks. Could it be that his imagination is not as rich as Tian Dabao? Or something else?

Soon, Chen Feng and the others were taken to a complex of buildings.

These buildings are primitive wooden structures, with low floors, and the outer walls are made white by unknown pigments, which stand out against the green woods.

"Friends from afar, please wait patiently here, and I will go and inform the patriarch." Sama now spoke in a tone that had been relieved of hostility. This is all thanks to Tian Dabao's speech all the way, moving with emotion and understanding with reason.

While waiting, the Takaram people also brought pots of fresh fruit.

Chen Feng took a fruit that looked a bit like an avocado and took a bite.

The feeling of the fruit in the mouth is not as smooth as Chen Feng imagined, but has a fibrous texture. The flesh was chewed in his mouth, and streams of sweet juice washed over Chen Feng's taste buds.

"Delicious!" Chen Feng praised loudly, with a big mouth, and then two mouthfuls.

Tian Dabao and the others were still a little cautious at first, waiting for Menglong Xiaojian's analysis. Seeing that Chen Feng was already happily ready to continue eating the second fruit, he didn't wait any longer, grabbed the fruit in the pot and ate it in a big gulp.

Wukong was half a beat slower, and Chen Feng was gone with the fruit he had eaten, so he had to reach out and grab another green fruit that looked like a date.

The fruit was not big, Wukong threw it directly into his mouth, and chewed it a few times. Wukong's expression slammed suddenly, his facial features were distorted instantly, and the fruit he had just eaten was spit out by him, "Sour!" Sour! What sour! ”

Wukong's appearance amused Chen Feng and the others, and the onlookers of the Takaram tribe also cheered together.

"Good luck for this companion of yours." An old man with a seventy percent resemblance to Sama walked over, followed by Sama.

Chen Feng and the others guessed that this should be the current patriarch of Takalam.

"This lucky fruit, it is difficult to have a sour fruit in ten thousand. Those who can eat sour lucky fruits will definitely be lucky. The patriarch smiled.

Wukong doesn't believe the patriarch's nonsense, and now he can't wait to pull out his tongue and rub it with water, it's really sour.

"Honorable Patriarch." Tian Dabao stepped forward and gave a federal standard diplomatic salute, "I am the captain of this voyage, you can call me Tian." Presumably, Sama has conveyed our intention for peace. I hereby sincerely invite you, and your tribe, to join the Federation of Universes. ”

The patriarch stared at Tian Dabao for a long time, "If the Federation is really what you say, my people and I are very willing to build peace with the Federation." ”

"Still." The patriarch changed his words, "I think you need to explain to me first, what is the purpose of your little friend to infiltrate the Holy Land?" ”

After saying that, the Takalam warriors who came with the patriarch showed their weapons one after another, and even the Takalam people, who had just been happy and peaceful, became angry.

"My little friend?" Tian Dabao was stunned for a moment, and the croissant next to him whispered beside him, "My doppelganger has been discovered......"

Tian Dabao laughed dryly a few times, and explained a little embarrassedly: "Patriarch, I think this is just a small misunderstanding caused by personal curiosity, and it is not the original intention of the Federation to love peace. ”

"Father, I don't think they meant it. Not to mention my spiritual eyes......" Sama whispered, interrupted by the patriarch's outstretched hand.

"I believe that you, the one chosen by the Sour Lucky Fruit, will not be a wicked person." The patriarch once again regained his amiable countenance.

Chen Feng on the side did not complain about the patriarch's divine inference like a claw cat, but was thinking about the "spiritual eye" that was missed by Sama just now, what is it?