Xia Duoduo froze in place, lowered his head and asked softly, "Old man, what does this mean?" ”

The old priest slowly got up, tears streaming from his dry eyes: "Holy Maiden! Come tribal, please! Just know! ”。

Xia Duoduo looked at the professor, and the professor nodded, indicating that Xia Duoduo could go. He shook his head again, indicating that his beliefs were different and he could not accompany him.

Xia Duoduo glanced at the professor helplessly, holding the soft crystal skeleton in his hand, accompanied by a group of tribal warriors, and walked towards the tribe in the distance.

"Woo, roar, woo," the tribe should have received the news earlier, and all the tribes dressed in costumes, shouting trumpets, rushed towards this direction!

The singing and dancing crowd shouted as they walked, "Holy Maiden! Glory to our Lord! Shelter my people! ”

The whole tribe boiled, and around Xia Duoduo, jumping, jumping, and laughing vigorously.

Towards evening, piles of bonfires were lit.

People gathered around the fire, holding hands and singing, and the lads played wind instruments.

At the invitation of the tribal girl, Xia Duoduo jumped, turned, laughed, and suddenly sobbed.

The girl of the tribe was frightened and knelt on the ground and begged for forgiveness from the "Holy Maiden". And this behavior directly led to the interruption of the bonfire party, and thousands of clan members lay on the ground at a loss.

Xia Duoduo wiped his tears and smiled.

Because she remembered the boy she used to play with.

It was a Lunar New Year, and the boy pulled himself by the West Lake, dancing and laughing around the bonfire, and not far away, countless fireworks bloomed.

Remorse for her sentimentality, she stretched out her hand to take the girl, and asked the group leader and the priest to order the rest of the group to rise, but the group swore that they had offended the Holy Maiden.

Xia Duoduo apologized to them, explained, and finally had to put on a gloomy face, pretend to be angry, and use coercion to force them to get up.

In the distance are the remains of the pyramids, a tribe that claims to be the guardians of the Holy Cult and lives in the nearby rainforest. As residents of the reservation, the government lobbied them to leave hundreds of years ago, and made a promise, and after expressing it, they looked at this group of "unscrupulous people who refused to accept indoctrination" and chose to leave in desperation. Gradually, they were forgotten.

Because of this, this group of watchmen has been able to thrive here for thousands of years.

In the dimly lit wooden house, four or five pine oil lamps "snorted" and emitted a faint light. With the swaying of the lamps, the group leaders and sacrifices sitting on both sides are narrating the history of the tribe.

Xia Duoduo, who was sitting in the center, said that he was doing some research with the professor during the day, digging many pits in the ancient river channel, and was a little sleepy, but the soul of gossip was burning, supporting himself to continue listening, and constantly asking about some places of interest or some details.

And the leader and the priest were very happy that the holy woman could favor her so much, so she explained it in detail as much as she could.

And the high priest of Estini, listening to the nonsense of the group leader and the priest, showed disdain, but the high priest who was placed in the middle of the altar, as long as she did not speak, believed that no one would look at her too much.

High Priest Estini suddenly found his place, completely replaced by the little girl in front of him.

With helplessness and loneliness, he let out a long sigh. And even this low buzz was muffled by the burning sound of pine oil lamps.

Poor High Priest Estini, not only did he have no jewels to devour, but he also had to endure the smoke and fire and the chattering voice of the little girl below, and the High Priest of Estini suddenly felt sorry for himself, and felt sorry for why he had to come out of the dirt.

Estini listened to the empty words below, and watched the little girl who was familiar with her husband patting the old patriarch and the priest on the shoulder, calling her brother and brother, revealing sarcasm and self-liberation.

For her, who has lived in the palace for a long time, this is what this world is supposed to be.

Estini

The high priest, like an old man, suddenly saw his state of mind. An imperceptible smile appeared on the face of the crystal skeleton.

High Priestess Estini listened to the following conversation, trying to catch something out of it, for she feared that the cheerful little girl, who was somewhat rough-haired, would be deceived.

"Thousands of years ago, maybe three thousand years ago, or four thousand years ago, our Holy Lord left us, and they said they were going to ascend to the Holy Mountain, and they left our ancestors to guard this place, saying that in thousands of years, a messenger would return to us with her sign and help us go home."

The priest said slowly, glancing outside from time to time.

"Did the Holy Lord say to go to that holy mountain?" The little girl asked with a smile.

When High Priest Estini heard this, he suddenly felt that something bad was going to happen, because she was not as ignorant of the world as she was, and she looked through the annals of history in European museums and learned that there were only seven sacred mountains on the planet Earth. And the closest mountain to this group of tribes, and in line with the place of Ascension, is only Mt. Snowstar.

Sure enough, the patriarch and the priest looked at the "Holy Maiden" in surprise, with an innocent smile and a blank smile in sincerity, their faces changed back and forth, thinking about what had happened, and the priest was silent, showing a figure to the patriarch opposite.

The patriarch on the opposite side glanced at the high priest on the altar.

Then he and the priest got up and took their leave.

The little girl stretched, leaned on the chair and savored, took out a thick notebook in her carry-on bag, and began to write.

The high priest looked at the notebook with a man's head drawn on the cover, and secretly laughed.

Suddenly remembered the figure displayed by the tribal sacrifice just now, facing his left palm, there was a five-pointed star pattern.

Because of the distance and angle, the high priest could not confirm at that time that this was the god of love that represented the holy power and contained the spiritual wind, water and fire. Or Satan the goat, who represents the power of the devil.

When he saw the patriarch looking at him, with a mixture of resentment, fear, and a hint of helplessness, the high priest confirmed that the tribal sacrifice was shown to the patriarch by the Satanic pentagram.

And the complete ignorance of this tribe rekindled the fighting spirit of the high priest, who had been bored for a long time.

The tribal sacrifice who went out did not expect that one of his suspicions would bring him to the tribe.

Due to the long interstellar journey, High Priest Estini completely lost his body and suffered a serious injury to the crystal skull.

After thousands of years of devouring cultivation, the cracks in the crystal skull slowly healed.

The manic, victorious curiosity of the High Priest of Estini was also ignited.

And this is somewhat inseparable from that girl who opens and closes and has a bold personality.

At this time, this "initiator" who took himself out of the mud pit and pushed him into the sea of smoke was lying on the blanket and falling asleep.

Holding the koala in his arms, with a smile on his face and muttering in his mouth, the high priest didn't want to listen, but he couldn't help but pierce his ears.

The girl below, in her sleep, gently slapped the koala, muttering in her mouth, speaking Wu Nong's soft language.

The high priest, who didn't know much about the dialect of this place, only heard two names that were repeated over and over again in these words, "Qin Hao".

The High Priest, who suddenly felt lost, stared resentfully at the sleeping girl below, and sneered. He made some weird, terrifying noises to scare her awake.

However, our main character, Lord Xia Duoduo, just turned over, crushed the ragdoll bear under him, and snorted again.

The high priest, who suddenly felt deflated, looked out boredly. I also have to admire the courage of the girl to sit firmly on the Diaoyutai, not humble or silent, bold and atmospheric character, and the other party's leader, the courage to call brothers and sisters, talk and laugh, and the courage to go deep into the unfamiliar environment and quickly recuperate.

If it was Qin Hao who Xia Duoduo said, he would definitely say with disdain: "Fart, she's just."

is so grinning, and she is still recuperating, that is, she is very sleepy. ”

The result must be enduring, retaliatory actions after telling the truth, punching, kicking, biting teeth, and pulling ears.

It was pitch black outside, and there was not a glimmer of light. The high priest lay on the altar and was smoked with rosin into "panda eyes".

"Ahem," the High Priest coughed lightly, as if he couldn't take it anymore, and rolled from the altar to Xia Duoduo's side.

Xia Duoduo, who was sleeping feverishly, suddenly found this cool, soft baby in a dream, and quickly dragged her to his face and rubbed her nose.

And the high priest who has survived for 10,000 years and is as noble as a man, even when facing the empress of the ages, is respectfully placed on the altar and is full of incense.

Now not only do I walk down the altar, but I also have to endure sweat, saliva and snot bubbles in my sleep.

The High Priest went crazy, roaring, struggling, pushing away Xia Duoduo's greasy face and crawling out with all his might.

In exchange, Xia Duoduo stretched out his hand and dragged the treasure jade back and pressed it back to his face.

Of course, even in his conscious state, Xia Duoduo will regard the high priest as just a relatively unique crystal. This can be seen in Xia Duoduo's reaction when the high priest spoke for the first time later. But that will be a long time later.

The High Priest tried countless times, but he never escaped the clutches.

The high priest was desperate, so he simply broke the jar and broke it, huddled with Xia Duoduo, and fell asleep.

Until, there was a lot of noise outside. Countless torches surrounded the place.

And the high priest's mind, which had calculated countless schemes, did not appear. This group of tribes used the most primitive and direct way to raid here, and several women walked in and tied up Xia Duoduo, who was still sleeping, with themselves.

The high priest, who was accustomed to watching court dramas, looked at this group of "bad people who refused to accept indoctrination" with some disappointment, and once again admired Xia Duoduo, who got up and fell into the enemy formation, and was as immobile as a mountain.

As the alpaca caravan shook, Xia Duoduo, who was tied to the car, woke up slowly. Stretch as usual, huh? As soon as the hand was raised, I found that I couldn't move.

"Ah, what's going on? I can't move. Xia Duoduo shouted angrily.

The patriarch riding an alpaca next to him leaned over and smiled playfully, "Oh, 'Holy Maiden', don't move, you will hurt yourself, we too, for fear that you will fall, you see how considerate we are for you." ”

"Oh, really?" finally came to his senses and realized that Xia Duoduo had been fooled, and said tentatively, "I can also ride an alpaca, it's called a grass mud horse, but it's well-behaved, it's much more comfortable than in the car." ”

"Look, it's almost time to reach our holy land, so it's better not to change it." The tribal priest on the side looked at the pyramid in the distance, breathed a sigh of relief, rode up on an alpaca, and said. made a color at the patriarch, complaining about the patriarch's troubles.

The high priest was in Xia Duoduo's arms, looking at him coldly, and he was not ready to make a move. Tens of thousands of years of experience have made her no longer easily believe and take the initiative to help others, not to mention that she only has a skull left, and she believes that on this planet, there is no threat to her existence.

Xia Duoduo, who was tightly bound by the straw rope, showed a begging look towards the caravan girl.

The caravan girl continued to dodge until she was finally bitten by Xia Duoduo's sleeve, Xia Duoduo's eyes flowed tears, and the girl's heart gradually softened, and glanced at the woman driving in front of her. took out a bone knife from his cuff and helped Xia Duoduo cut the rope.

The caravan walked on a narrow wooden bridge, and not far from here was the destination of this time, the Valley of Tibetan Love.

Riding alpacas, tightly guarding both sides of the caravan, the tribal soldiers relaxed, limited to the width of the plank bridge, and gradually left the range of the caravan.

At this moment, Xia Duoduo hugged the crystal skeleton tightly and jumped towards the canyon next to him, a few hundred meters deep. 2k reading web