When Huang Qi approached the Iron Horn Cow, Huang Qi was stunned and woke up from the mysterious state of comprehension.

The advantage of perception is that if a creature appears within the range of his perception, it will cause the vibration of the ripples, which will be fed back into his consciousness, reminding him and warning him that the perceived disadvantage is also here, he cannot stop the vibration of the ripples, even if he does not want to be disturbed by others at the moment, but he is still passively disturbed.

This made him very helpless.

The beautiful girl with a clever smile appeared in front of him, which made him feel a sense of brightness.

Her appearance and figure were extremely clear in his perception, and her name and origin were also known from the memories of the great black bird.

Emerald Leaf Butterfly!

The most talented female warrior of the Sumerian generation, the third granddaughter of the patriarch, beautiful, fresh and lovely, kind-hearted, has been supported and doted on by the patriarch and countless clansmen since she was a child, the best food will be given to her first, the best clothes will be given to her first, and the place where she lives is also the most comfortable, even the place where the patriarch priest lives is not as good as her.

She is never arrogant and proud, respects her elders, loves children, pities the widows and the disabled, is enthusiastic about helping others, shares her food and clothes with everyone, uses her residence as a playground for children, and spreads her cheerful and sweet laughter to every corner of the tribe.

One by one, these materials flowed through his consciousness, and one by one they faded away without a trace.

Well, this is a high-class dish! A famous dish that is many layers more advanced than the Chinese cabbage on the bad street!

This is what Huang Qi thinks.

It is undeniable that this is a very good, very beautiful and very popular woman, but it has nothing to do with him, his heart can not accommodate more people at the moment, he only has two people in his heart, his brother Red Dog and his sister Dahlias.

His current mind is cultivation!

Cultivate! Cultivate again!

Every time he cultivates stronger, his grasp is greater, the possibility of finding the traces of the legendary god is greater, and the possibility of rescuing the red dog and dahlia will be greater.

When his cultivation was interrupted, he was a little annoyed and a little helpless, he understood that these people were all his clansmen, to be precise, they were the clansmen of the Great Black Bird and Dahlia, but now that he was one with the Great Black Bird's soul, emotionally and psychologically, these people had become his clansmen, and he could not and could not vent his anger on them.

Besides, even if you want to get angry, but your body can't move, what can you do except condense a few perceptual filaments that haven't been figured out yet?

Could it be that one by one stuns people like stupid wood?

He can't do anything, you know, Silly Wood still doesn't know what the situation is, and he still hasn't woken up.

Huang Qi had broken thoughts in his mouth, leaving everyone in front of him aside, wanting to enter the mysterious state of comprehension again, but he tried several times and failed several times.

He had to give up for a while, thought about it, turned to practicing familiar perception, condensed his mind, and condensed three perception lines as before.

This is the result of his continuous comprehension and practice along the way.

At this time, he has a better understanding of perception, and he is more proficient in using it, and he can freely control the range of perception, and almost instantly, he can reduce the range of perception from the limit of 20 meters to the smallest 5 meters, or expand 5 meters to 20 meters, which provides great convenience for him to detect the movement of the periphery and compress and condense it into a perception line.

For the same reason, three thick perception lines the size of one-fifth of a hair, he can now completely condense them in just three seconds, almost one in a second, and these perception lines can be controlled by his thoughts, freely and accurately attack in a certain direction, and attack 360 degrees without dead ends.

The ferocity of attack power has been greatly increased!

Of course, six thick perception lines can also be condensed, but it takes nearly a minute, as if the more condensed the number of perception lines, the longer the condensation time, and controlling six at the same time, he feels that it is a little difficult, and it feels far less effective than controlling three.

It can be said that his current strength is much stronger than the barely he was when he attacked Silly Wood, and it should be enough to make him proud to be able to do this in this short period of time.

But the more he studied perception, the more he felt that there was not enough time, the more he felt that perception was extremely profound, the more he felt the infinity of power, and at the same time, the more he felt his own insignificance.

He knew very well that since the Sumerian legend had mentioned perception, it must have been that some people had cultivated it, so that there would be legends that would have been handed down, but where is this person who has cultivated perception now? The legend does not say that this person is compared to the gods that everyone fears and respects?

With his current insignificance, how likely could he be to find a trace of God?

He felt extremely slim.

But that's it, he wants to be stronger and stronger!

Cultivate! Cultivate! Cultivate again!

I must get stronger!

The reprimand of the Iron Horn Ox and the reactions of the young people such as Cuiye Butterfly were all detected by his perception one by one, and his consciousness was empty, and he didn't care at all.

Murderous orc worshippers?!!

Dahlia once told him a story, and he didn't care about it either, as the Iron Horn knew, no more, no less.

He continued to practice the three lines of perception, trying to make them more agile and faster.

Once......

Twice......

Three times.......

.........

It wasn't until Cuiye Butterfly approached him again and looked at him curiously and with concern, and then, a strange expression gradually appeared on his face, which slightly slowed down his practice.

What a stupid woman?!

Wacky and quirky!

Haven't seen a big guy? It's so rare and weird!

He muttered to himself.

In the nuanced perception, the meaning of these expressions, he was naturally clear, the big eyes of the green leaf butterfly to his little brother, his admiration, and his seemingly strange special concern, he also knew, but he felt nothing in his heart, no excitement and no harm and shame.

Just look at it, there is a cover, and it won't be eclipse, it's okay!

He thought so, and then, with a slight smile, smiled wryly.

It seems that after experiencing the amazing stimulation of silly wood, my heart is a lot bigger, and even my little brother can ignore it, and it is not a little bit more enduring.

Then, he saw that she pried open her teeth with a bone knife, and her bulging little red mouth filled with flesh moved closer.

At this time, the strange look on Cuiye Die's face was no longer visible, only serious and focused, her big eyes were half-closed, the water was flashing, and her long black eyelashes blinked gently, revealing the tension in her heart, and a pretty little face was tense, red and gorgeous, indescribably shy and charming.

This big eye......

This long black eyelashes.......

This red shyness......

It's like.......

Huang Qi looked at it, and suddenly he was a little dazed......

Lips to lips, soft/warm flesh touching, the meat paste with juice flowed into his mouth, his soul and body were separated, there was no feeling, but his throat instinctively unconsciously made a cooing and swallowing sound, swallowing all the juice.

Cuiye Butterfly slowly finished feeding the juice in her mouth, her face was even redder, and her forehead was also fragrant and sweaty, waving her hand to wipe the sweat, pulling out the hair hanging down in front of her forehead, seeing that Huang Qi swallowed it completely, her heart was also happy, and the shameful tossing was finally not in vain.

She gasped for breath and chewed the flesh a few more times, and it turned into a mushy gravy and fed it into his mouth one by one.

The red lips of the green leaf butterfly have been close again and again, and the round lips have been pursed again and again, and the yellow one has looked more seriously than once, and the more I look at it, the more I feel similar, and suddenly there is a trance in front of me, and the red lips of the green leaf butterfly have become the ruddy and sexy round lips of the dahlias, and they are kissing themselves gently and affectionately.......

Dahlia......

Sister......

In his deep consciousness, his soul whispered like a dream, deeply obsessed, deeply intoxicated, deeply loving.

Obsessed with the beauty in front of you.......

Intoxicated by the affection of the past.......

Love is deep and every minute is .......

..........

A gruff voice rang out.

"Emerald Leaf Butterfly returns!"

Cuiye Butterfly stood up with her lips parted, hurriedly packed her clothes and head, and with a solemn face, she joined the team of teenagers who had been lined up in a neat row.

Huang Qi was dumbfounded, looking at the front of his lips a little stupidly, his consciousness was still stuck at the moment when his lips parted, at this moment, he was awake, he knew that Cuiye Die had left, he knew that she was not her, not the her he was always thinking about.

If it's a dahlia.......

How nice is that.......

If you could kiss her......

It should be sweet......

It should be very **......

You should be able to keep a little fragrance of her......

Pity.......

An inexplicable emotion filled his consciousness, he couldn't feel grief, he couldn't feel melancholy, he couldn't feel bitterness, he didn't know what kind of emotion it was, and he didn't know how to describe it, he only knew that this kind of emotion suddenly reminded him of sighing, a long sigh, a sigh that he couldn't finish sighing.

At this moment, he knows his heart more truly.

He, Huang Qi, the Great Black Bird, is so ...... How much I love Dahlia.

His soul trembled and trembled.

He felt that he was going to become stronger, to follow the trail of God, and to resurrect the red dog Dahlia, and the desire was stronger and more urgent.

He unconsciously let go of his perception, wanted to chase the figure of the green leaf butterfly, and just wanted to recall the fragrant beauty that resembled a dahlia, but heard another roar from the iron horn ox:

"The orcs should attack tonight, everyone should wake up and prepare to meet the enemy!"

"Oh!" shouted the boys.

"Raise your arms of shame!" cried the Ironhorn as he raised his left arm.

All the young people's faces changed, they were slightly flustered, and they quickly calmed down, and raised their left arms unwillingly, even the green leaf butterfly, who had always been coquettish and obedient, did not dare to say anything.

The Sumerians believed in Apollos, the god of light, and according to legend, when Apollos first appeared in front of the Sumerians, he appeared on the right, so the Sumerians honored the right and the left as the secondary, recording glory with the right arm and shame with the left arm.

"Take out your magic sword and carve the shame of your hesitation before the enemy!"

The young people were slightly unconvinced, after all, they were not afraid of war, Cuiye Butterfly took the lead and said crisply: "Uncle Ironhorn Ox......."

"Captain! Now there is only the captain standing in front of you, not your Uncle Niu, as the captain, your shame is my shame, and your hesitation in battle is the shame of our Sumerian warriors!"

The Ironhorn shouted as he pulled out the short bone knife he had carried with him and carved a bloody quadrilateral-like strange symbol on his left arm.

This bizarre symbol, with five simple strokes, four frames, and a horizontal in the middle, is a bit similar to the Chinese word 'ugly'.

When Cuiye Butterfly and several other teenagers saw it, their faces showed a look of shame, and they no longer protested, silently, raised their left arms, and carved the same bloody 'ugly' character pattern.

"We Sumerians have an old proverb that our shame can only be washed away by blood, and only glory can be covered!

"Fight to the death!! the teenagers roared.

"The orcs will come tonight, according to analysis, the number is at least three times ours, we will die, we will definitely die, we have no thoughts of life! However, before we die, we can prove our bravery with our own blood, wash away the shame with the blood of the enemy, or, with our shame, shamefully return to the tomb of our ancestor Agnas!"

"Never !!"

"Never !!"

"Ho Li!"

"Ho Li!"

"Ho Li!"

Five bloody arms, incomparably firm, held high in the air, the five 'ugly' words bright red and dazzling, revealing shame, and at the same time engraved the determination of the Sumerian warriors to fight to the death.

A heroic and heroic voice, swept through Huang Qi's consciousness, brought up bursts of waves, his mood was like a tide, layer after layer, sadness gradually turned into high fighting spirit, at this moment, he was extremely eager to be able to stand up again, join the Sumerians, raise their arms and chant together, and fight to the death side by side.

Come on!

Worship the orcs!

My blood will be your nightmare!

Come on!

Your blood will be my glory!

Come on!

Ho

Huang Qi said softly, stood up, patted his chest like a Sumerian, and shouted loudly.