Carrying water, the natives with red eyes come to eat together. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Xiao Rui showed his skills, the fat and thin slices of meat, dipped in secret seasonings, and sent them to his mouth, and the natives who ate them almost swallowed their tongues.

The marinated large piece of leg meat, strong and crispy, with a sandwich of baked burnt bread, full of juice and the sweet fragrance of pasta, even Yuebai, a silicon-based life, all learn the appearance of Yanzhuang Wu Lai, squatting with a golden knife, gobbling up.

The staple food went down, and the soup boiled out of the bones was white and thick, and after drinking a bowl, the stomach was comfortable and the whole body was relaxed.

At first, the native was still talking about this god and that god, and when he drank the soup, he only had his own tongue in his heart.

Yan Zhuang is happy to watch, sure enough, human beings are still human beings, even if they are brainwashed, the genes that love to enjoy in their bones will not change.

When the natives recovered from the temptation of food, Yan Zhuang immediately picked up the shelf of the god stick and began to criticize.

"How can such ordinary meat be offered to a noble deity? There's a lot of room for improvement in our cooking methods! ”

"For example, should we put a little more spices, should we add some precious plants to the soup, this water cannot be taken from ordinary rivers, we should find the most luscious and pure holy springs, so as to make food dedicated to the gods!"

Seeing the natives nodding frequently, Yan Zhuang pointed to the spiders who were busy eating and said, "Look at this clothes again, it is only worthy of us gods and believers!" Look at this color, it's too gray, it's not suitable for the gods with bright lights, this fabric will be stained with dust, and the gods will pass on, won't it be tainted by the dust! ”

The spider was happy to see Yan Zhuang talking nonsense, and raised his foot cooperatively, revealing the muddy soles of his shoes, which made the natives whose brains were a little unable to turn gasp.

Yes, how can such a filthy thing be offered to the gods!

Seeing that the natives' faces were pale, Yan Zhuang struck while the iron was hot and said: "Believers should gather and brainstorm to experiment what should be given to the gods, and the gods use the rest, which is ours!" ”

The agitated natives felt that the task was arduous and immediately returned to their tribe with Yanzhuang.

Yes, in this world where there is everything, there is such a thing as primitive tribes, and they are not even as good as primitive tribes.

Without any management, the reason why this tribe came together was because the river was flooded this year, and there were a few more large tributaries, and the gods of these tributaries did not have statues of gods, so the natives who carved well spontaneously gathered together, and when the statues were carved, they worshipped and dispersed, looking for the next place where the statues of gods need to be carved.

Relatively speaking, those believers who specialize in cooking and making clothes for the gods are more stable in the tribes they gather, although there are still no people who have no dispatch, they still spontaneously feed countless gods.

The tribe of the natives is not far away, and after walking more than ten miles east along the river, a streamer-like tributary winds its way across the plain, sparkling in the sun, very beautiful.

A large group of ragged natives were tinkering with a few rocks and carving a statue of the water elemental spirit in the middle.

"I'll go, the gods of this world are such fragile elemental spirits?"

Wu Lai leaned over to Yan Zhuang and whispered: "Looking at the strength of more than fifty levels, these natives are generally eighty or ninety levels, why are they so respectful to it?" ”

"People are gods, we are people, do you understand?"

glared at Wu Lai in disgust, Yan Zhuang put on the face of a bandit, buried his head and rushed over, knocking out seven or eight natives who were concentrating on carving.

The water spirit tilted his head, his clear eyes flashing with strangeness, but he didn't mean to dodge at all. He knew that even if these people killed each other, they wouldn't hurt him in the slightest.

His godly gesture was interrupted, and several natives rolled up from the ground, screaming in anger, but Yanzhuang was louder and burst into a loud cheer, startling them.

"Shut up, you blasphemers!"

Buttoned the big hat first, and then Yan Zhuang put his hands behind his back and patted the jade-colored mountain stone viciously.

"Why do you use such a beautiful stone to carve idols of the gods of this stream? Only the river god of the more spacious river area is worthy of having such a stone carved god! ”

The natives are a little confused, and the water elves are a little confused.

"Why can't I have such a stone idol and the river god can?" The water spirit floated in the air and asked curiously.

Yan Zhuang first bowed his head respectfully, and then said bitterly: "Respected god, your body is a branch of that great river, the river god has more land than you moisten, more believers than you take care of, and stronger than your ability, how can you be inferior and compare with the river god?" ”

The water spirit felt that there was some truth in what he said, and his strength was indeed inferior to the water giants in the river. But the elemental elves are free and equal, even if the strength is a little worse, so what?

Seeing that the water elf was a little resistant to this statement that was unfavorable to him, Yan Zhuang rolled his eyes and immediately said: "Just like the god of an ordinary bonfire, you can extinguish it with a light handful of water, how can he deserve to have the same god statue as you?" Isn't that an insult to you! ”

Although the reason is the same, when he is on the beneficiary side and the other party is still a fire elf he doesn't like, the water elf feels that this believer's words make more sense.

After struggling for a long time, the water spirit pointed to the slightly smaller stone and said, "The big one is for the river god, and the small one is okay for me?" I love such stones. ”

Yan Zhuang's face was full of embarrassment, Wu Lai and the spider had already paused together, spitting on this slut who deceived the child.

How pure are the elemental elves, why are they so full of bad water?

Under the weeping gaze of the water elf, Yan Zhuang fiercely knocked the slightly smaller mountain stone into several pieces, and then said with a smile: "Look, this way you can have several idols of different shapes." ”

From one to several, the number has increased, although the size has decreased. The water sprite felt like his wounded heart was healed again.

Nodding with satisfaction, the water spirit said crisply: "I'm hungry, you can offer me food." ”

These scattered weak elves are all supported by them if they catch a believer, and only super elemental creatures who are revered as the sun god and the earth mother goddess have special cooks.

So when the water elf made a request, a few people with average carving skills immediately made a cameo appearance as hunters, turned their heads and prepared to go hunting.

When they went, Yan Zhuang didn't speak, and when they came back with a round red-skinned wild boar and washed it and prepared for the barbecue, Yan Zhuang shouted "Stop!" with a frightened face! ”

"Are you going to give this humble food to the noble gods?!