Is this the reincarnation of the simplicity of the road, or the fate of virtue?

The young girl looked at Luoyang, her eyes were full of affection as thick as honey, and her small mouth smiled out of the crescent moon, playful and cute.

Luoyang subconsciously wanted to ask her who she was, but there were no words in her mouth, but a heavy nasal voice came out of her nostrils.

It's better to come early than to come at a good time.

Some people reach the pinnacle of life as soon as they are born.

The young girl lay on Luoyang's chest.

Luoyang wanted to push her away, but he felt that it was not necessary.

It's like if you go to a hotel to open a room, you have paid for the room, and you enter the room and exit immediately, it is no different from you stay in the room for a while and then come out.

Luoyang tried to recall some useful information, such as his identity, the identity of this girl, or something, but there was no memory of this body in his mind except for his own memory.

Through rebirth, mastering modern technology and memorizing 300 Tang poems, the outstanding young man looked back on the host's life in a few seconds, but he didn't expect that the owner of this body turned out to be a hidden peerless genius, just temporarily lurking in a wealthy family as a son-in-law...... After all, this kind of plot can only exist in the inside.

"Chi Ji!" Someone shouted.

The girl on her body hurriedly got up, and while arranging the animal skin skirt on her body, she said, "Mountain wolf, get up quickly, we should go."

Luo Yang got up from the ground and tidied up a tiger-skinned animal skin skirt around his waist, and in the process, he quickly observed the surrounding environment.

It is a thatched hut with low clay walls and low doors, only one and a half meters high, and you need to bend your waist to get in and out. The place where he lay was covered with a thick layer of hay, and beside him was a quilt made of several animal skins. There were several animal skins hanging on the walls, and near the doorway lay a wooden shelf, on which lay a bronze dagger, on which remained the fat of the animal, and it was shining.

Only bronze that is regularly used and rubbed will take on the golden color.

Luoyang's heart was confused: "Thatched houses, bronze utensils, and people wearing animal skins, is this the tribal era?"

The young girl wrapped a sackcloth belt around her chest and said with a smile, "Mountain wolf, who do you like more than your wife?"

Luoyang: "......"

It's a simple sentence, but it contains complex information.

Just now, Luo Yang guessed that this young girl was either his lover or his wife, but he didn't expect it to be a third party, maybe a fourth or fifth......

Another scumbag!

"Chi Ji! Mountain wolf!" The man was shouting again.

"Let's get out." Luoyang felt that he should say something, otherwise it would look very strange, he walked to the door and picked up the bronze dagger on the wooden frame, and put it in the belt of the animal skin skirt.

The two came out of the hut.

Luoyang was suddenly shocked by the scene in front of him.

He was at the foot of a great mountain, and in front of him was a narrow valley, where countless people were working, some digging stones, some burning fires and smelting, and some processing firewood. A tribal warrior with a leather whip was scolding a group of emaciated slaves carrying firewood up the mountain, several of them with bloodstains from whipping on their backs.

A little farther on, on the plain surrounded by mountains, thatched huts stand like mushroom colonies on green meadows. In the center of the plain there are several large buildings, although they are also grass-roofed, but they are several stories high, and some are very long and majestic.

Luoyang's heart was shocked and confused, and he said secretly, "What place is this, and what era is it?"

"Chi Ji and mountain wolf, the king wants to see you." A stout young man said, he was the one who had just shouted outside the thatched hut.

Luoyang didn't know what his name was, but replied vaguely, "Got it."

Chi Ji said, "Amu, what did the king tell us to do?"

The young man known as Amu shook his head, "I don't know, come with me."

Luoyang

And Chi Ji followed the youth.

Chi Ji took two steps and stopped.

Luoyang also stopped, wondering what this tribal girl was going to do, but saw her bend down and pull a handful of grass from the side of the road. Standing behind her, he suddenly didn't know how to deal with himself.

He looked elsewhere.

There was a peach tree on the side of the road, and a peach hung from the leafy tree, which was ripe to cracking.

Chi Ji wiped her nose with the handful of grass, threw the grass on the ground casually, and then poked Luoyang: "Let's go."

Only then did Luoyang turn his face and walk with her to the tribal settlement at the foot of the mountain. After walking for a while, he suddenly remembered something and looked back.

Thousands of slaves on the hillside were carrying building materials.

This mountain ......

Luoyang was suddenly stunned.

That's Lao Zu Mountain!

"Old Ancestral Mountain...... Are those slaves building the mausoleum of the Four-Eyed Witch? The so-called king can't be a four-eyed witch, right?" Luoyang used his brain to think about these questions.

"The Four-Eyed King must be trying to ask you about the medicinal herbs." Chi Ji said.

Sure enough, it's a four-eyed witch!

Luoyang pondered slightly, and replied, "I think so."

He had a new thought in his heart: "In Chang'an City, the world of shadows is Chang'an City of the Tang Dynasty, but here the world of shadows has become the defeated King of Shu and his tribe, is this change based on historical reasons, or has a large population ever existed?"

There is no way to know.

"Don't worry, as long as you are good with me, make me happy, I will make sure you are okay." Chi Ji said again, and squinted at Luoyang, the eyes were pretty.

Luoyang was speechless.

However, this situation is understandable, the period of transition from tribal civilization to feudal civilization is almost a matriarchal society, and the status of women is higher than that of men.

Descending the hillside, Amu led Luoyang and Chi Ji to the highest house in the tribe.

The foundation of the roof was raised, and the pillars on either side of the gate were huge logs, about twenty meters high, and it took three adults to hold hands to enclose them. The door of the house was tall and large, and at the door stood eight sturdy tribal warriors, whose faces and bodies were painted with many strange patterns in red paint.

Luo Yang shook the bronze dagger on his waist, but he was still very nervous.

The person he wants to see is the Four-Eyed Witch, a more powerful spirit than Ji Chong, and this shadow world is also opened by the Four-Eyed Witch, where he has no strength to fight at all, and if the Four-Eyed Witch attacks him, the only thing he can do is cut the ground and escape.

Climb the stairs.

Two tribal warriors pushed open two large wooden doors several meters high.

"Go in." Amu stopped in front of the door.

Luoyang took a deep breath, raised his legs over the knee-high threshold, and entered the big house.

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