Xu Qing didn't want to hurt these natives, so he simply used his talisman to resist all attacks, the weapons in the hands of these natives were all natural, and they were quite clean when beaten on their bodies.

Sticks were flying, and the old god Xu Qing was holding his arms and squinting so that these natives wasted their strength, making them interrupt the guy in their hands and retreat.

The natives had enough strength to beat wildly, and the stick and stone in their hands shattered to the ground, and a native, very unwillingly, pulled out a gray stone that looked like a brick from the ground on the side and slapped it on the back of Xu Qing's head, but half of the wrist was grasped by a bus.

Xu Qing smiled lightly and winked at the native, and said, "You can smash it with a stick, but you can't shoot bricks, understand?" The native nodded in amazement, and said in jerky Chinese: "Shoot bricks, do you understand how to shoot bricks?" ”

These indigenous languages still have a strong ability to imitate, and they can actually draw a gourd and learn Xu Qing's words almost completely, which sounds very interesting.

Xu Qing smiled lightly and flipped his palm, snatched the gray stone from the hands of the natives, broke the stone piece by piece like a dough cake in front of them, and threw it at his feet.

The natives seemed to know that it was powerful, and they had a tacit understanding to stop the senseless attack, and the natives who imitated Xu Qing's speech just now also bent down and picked up a piece of gray stone and put it in their mouths and bit it, as if they were identifying the authenticity of these stones, phew! The native spat out the slag from his mouth with excitement and shouted a few words to his companions, as if to tell them something unbelievable.

Xu Qing pursed his lips, took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth, but found that he didn't bring a lighter, it was a very depressing thing to have smoke and no fire, at this moment a native next to him seemed to see through Xu Qing's predicament, he was very clever to untie the small wooden tube from his ankle and pour out a thing that looked like a cotton strip to his mouth and blew it.

Laugh at! There was actually a small pinch of fire at the end of the tampon, and the natives held up the burning tampon and motioned to Xu Qing, as if asking him to take it and light a cigarette.

Xu Qing smiled and took the tampon and lit a cigarette, and found that this thing was made of some dry bark, and there seemed to be some grease and other things in it, and the fire could burn in it for a long time without extinguishing it, so that when you want to use it, you only need to pour it out and blow it, some of which are like the fire folds used in ancient China, it seems that these indigenous people are not living a life of drinking blood.

"Give it back, thank you." Xu Qing handed the tampon back to the native, and gave a kind smile in return, and the natives snorted excitedly twice, and then pinched the noodles in his hand and stuffed them into the wooden tube.

Seeing that there was no hostility in the eyes of the natives, Xu Qing smiled and stretched out his finger to point in the direction of the station, and said in a low voice: "That's it, I'll live in that place, and I will have a chance to see you again." ”

The native wearing animal teeth on his nose seemed to know that Xu Qing was leaving, and hurriedly called out to his companions beside him twice, and suddenly crawled around in front of him, kneeling down with a bend of his knees.

Yo ho -

The natives raised their heads and let out a strange cry at Xu Qing, who was stunned, and the natives who handed the fire also made themselves clever and used the Chinese they learned to curry favor: "Shoot bricks, shoot bricks, understand?" ”