In addition to the local language of Dongyue, Xu Zhi is proficient in the spoken languages of Northern Xinjiang, South Australia, and Yingguo.

Relying on Somra's brainstem transformation, it was only half a day, and these three foreign languages made him directly reach the level of level eight.

Mixed in these three countries, he is like a fish in water, and he has coaxed people a few times with his voice without a foreign accent.

But for the language of the Xiliu country, Xu Zhi's heart is strong and the rest is insufficient.

In his senior year, he had nothing to do, and minor in several Chinese languages such as Xiliu Kingdom, Magadha Kingdom, Siam, and Asgar Kingdom.

There are so many choices, and that's when he looks at all kinds of languages and words.

Look at one subject and have a headache, and choose the next subject if you have a headache.

Learning a language from scratch without a foundation and without a corresponding language environment, Rao is wisdom has been developed to a certain extent, and it is also full of pressure.

A total of eight foreign languages were selected, with zero marks in five subjects and one point in three subjects.

The official standard language of the Western Stream Country belongs to that one subject.

By standard, the language level of his westward country has reached level 2.

As long as the other party slows down and cooperates with gestures and scenes, he can understand 70% of the life conversations.

But a detailed reply is not possible, and he can only choose some very simple words to answer.

"Hello", "Yes", "Okay", "Thank you", "Say slower, slower", "How much?" "No", "this, that", "I want it all"......

Xu Zhi thought about the little bit of Western Chinese words in his mind, and he didn't expect to drift so far when he was killed.

The place is a small fishing port in the province of Nalan in the west, Moshe Kidd.

Xu Zhi was not familiar with the fishing port of Moses Kidd, and had a certain understanding of him in Nalan Province.

Not only from the world map, but also from the place where Wang Xing used to take the king of kings to study during the holidays was an academy in Nalan Province, which made Xu Zhiji very impressed.

Faster merchant ships, such as Wang Xing's large freighters, can reach Nalan Province in about ten days, while Chen Gou's Greyhound may take about 12 to 15 days.

The Nanyang Islands are far from Dongyue and not close to the Xiliu Country, and it takes at least four to five days by boat.

In the fishing port of Moses Kidd, there are more than a dozen small folk rescue fishing boats bleating, and you have to play rafting after running a tenth of the distance.

Unless he happened to encounter a distant freighter and secretly took a hitchhike, Xu Zhi couldn't go to Nanyang for a while.

"I have to find a way to return to Nanyang, or I will smuggle back to Dongyue and then run to Nanyang."

did not go through the normal customs procedures to enter the Xiliu country, Xu Zhi's current identity is a black household, no different from a smuggler.

The black card is not recognized, and unless the black market for exchange is found, Dongyue's banknotes are useless.

There are no relatives in Xiliu Country, and Bolívar, an international student who is barely a friend, has not told Xu Zhi his home address, where to go here.

Not only is the series of language of the fishermen around him who keep asking questions like machine guns giving people a headache, but Xu Zhi is also quite big about the next life.

"Say it slowly," Xu Zhi waved his hand again and again: "Slow down." ”

The language of the fishermen is not the official language of the pure Xiliu country, and there are some local characteristics, Xu Zhi is very difficult to understand, and he muttered for a long time, he still doesn't even understand the general meaning of what these people say.

"Who are you?"

"Where is your home?"

"What about your parents?"

"How did you survive this hurricane?"

The two older fishermen slowed down, and Xu Zhi finally understood what they were saying.

This is the inquiry after a normal rescue.

"Bolliciel."

Xu pointed to his head and repeated it again.

"Bolliciel, this is not a surname on Moses Kidd's side."

"Look at his black-haired and black-eyed person, he doesn't look like our locals."

"The temperament is not like our fisherman, the skin is snow-white, and it is still very strong, maybe it is a rich man who came here for a vacation, no wonder I can't understand the local accent of our side."

"Look at the thing in his hand, whether it was ripped off the king squid, that kind of sea monster has such a long tentacle."

"It's not easy to escape from this kind of monster, I'm afraid it's ......"

The fishermen talked a lot, as if to take care of Xu Zhi's emotions, these people did not fire machine guns again, half mixed and half mixed, Xu Zhi could also understand a rough idea.

"Young man, what about your parents?"

The old fisherman in the lead had a ravine-covered face, his skin was rough like an old bark, and his hands were bulging with bruises and bulging, but his hands showed that his strength was not as old as he looked.

Xu Zhi shook his head heavily.

"Passed away?" The old fisherman asked.

"Yes."

Xu Zhi replied, and the limited vocabulary immediately replied to the old fisherman's concern.

"Another homeless orphan."

The old fisherman sighed.

Uncle is very right, his parents died early, and now he is still homeless, and he is desperate for help.

"Let's bring it back to Kip Town, the fishing port of Moses Kidd has been completely destroyed, and there are less than ten survivors, so this place can't stay."

Xu Zhi arrived at just the right time.

After the horn is blown, the small fishing boats will also leave the small fishing port and head to nearby towns.

Extremely strong tsunami mixed with hurricanes hit several parts of the Weststream Country, and small places such as the fishing port of Moses Kidd were severely damaged.

From the old fishermen's sighs, Xu Zhi also learned that this was the strongest tsunami they had encountered in recent years, and the power of the hurricane could also be discharged once in decades.

Reconstruction after a disaster takes a long time.

Survivors of the fishing port are taken away from the place and into a resettlement house in the town.

The old fisherman Morian said that there were less than ten survivors in the fishing port of Moses Kidd, and the number fluctuated quite widely, in fact, he only managed to make up three.

A young man with a broken leg bone is humming on his bed after a simple medical bandage.

The other was older, about forty years old, and his face was silent, although he survived fortunately, but now this situation of family ruin made his heart like ashes.

When the small fishing boat started, the middle-aged man burst into tears.

"This, that."

Xu Zhi pointed at several long bags, and then pointed at the tentacles he was carrying.

"I want it all."

The copper whale's antennae did not have his ability to adjust when they surfaced, and the muscles that were originally extremely elastic and resilient changed through the water pressure, and then entered the air and became loose, and then soaked in the sea water for a long time, and disappeared as they were, so that these old fishermen looked away.

Without treatment, this kind of dead meat would quickly deteriorate and stink within an hour or two of entering the dream world, and Xu Zhi had to carry it in his hand.

Copper whale oil is more derived from the liver of this creature, and the content in the muscle is extremely scarce, which is difficult to refine.

The tentacles are no exception, and there is no such precious dantan oil inside.

However, according to Qian Tong, the tentacles of the copper whale can be fried, and the smell of the oil boiled out is very unique, which is added to the edible oil and blended, which is excellent for cooking, and it is not bad for personal use, and it is also a gift to give.

It is not surprising that Xu Zhi fished it back, the value of the gifts that can be taken by master-level cultivators is not low.

"Use whatever you want, you're all sad people."

The old fisherman Morian looked at the other two who were humming and crying, and then at Xu Zhi, who was constantly stuffing meat into the bag.

"Is this tentacle used to honor your parents?"

"Eat."

"Eat?"

Even this slimy, greasy, soaked dead meat can also be eaten.

This is the flesh of the enemy, devouring its blood, and the hatred has broken through the sky.

Xu Zhi, this guy is white and tender, but he didn't expect the taste to be not light. 2k reading web