The rumbling shook Ujda awake, but she didn't know at first that she was awake, for though the walls and the earth shook violently with the loud noise, in the nightmare she had just passed, which was inconceivable, unimaginable, and indescribable to anyone, such a tremor was as gentle as the breeze of early spring—her bare feet in silver anklets seemed to be still treading on the undulating world, and the whole world was still answering her call. How could she explain what had happened to her mortals who couldn't even comprehend the simple and figurative rituals of the Gruul gods?

In their mythology, the great god Guru and his servants and slaves lived in the "deepest hole", and whenever the priests wanted to call on the god Guru himself, they dug a large hole, and then placed fresh offerings and lit a sacred fire in front of the cave, and the cave and the altar were to be covered with trees, because the spirit of the god Guru was protected from desecration only by the eyes of the priests. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoAll the steps and terms related to the ritual can be found in the powerful Yi chieftains, firstly, they also live in caves that are warm in winter and cool in summer, or at least their ancestors live in caves, and secondly, they cannot be easily disturbed, and merchants have to offer them protection money or gifts to ask for their protection, and it is common for them to attack each other. In a society where both sides may have blood feuds, the high-status people will never allow the low-status people to look directly at them, so it is too easy to be stabbed to death. The chiefs had close clansmen, servants, and lowly slaves, and the Gruul gods naturally had all of them.

Even if the priests described the great Gruul as a powerful version of the head, the incomprehensible Yiren were still in the majority, and many slaves even prayed to the Gruul that it would rain tomorrow and that they would not have to go out to do hard labor - this did not mean that they could rest for nothing for nothing, but the work in the house was always easier, and the stomach was less likely to be so hungry - and anyone who knew a little bit would laugh, how could the great Gruul answer such a ridiculous prayer? But they continued to pray this ridiculous and useless day after day, after all, how impossible it seemed to be to overthrow the slave owners, and it was much easier to say it.

Ujda was well aware of these circumstances, and she did not expect anyone to understand her, to understand what had happened to her in the abyss, the King of the Mire might be terrifying, but compared to what she had encountered later, it was a ridiculous little puddle.

She remembered the scene where she was devoured by the King of the Mire, the tentacles of the Mire Dragon penetrated her body, drawing her strength mercilessly, and she had no power to resist, not the feeling after being defeated, it was a terrible scene where even the will to resist was suppressed, and she could vaguely feel that if the King of the Mire was stronger, she would probably willingly and joyfully give herself while knowing that she was being devoured, and even this vague feeling would leave her immediately.

Suddenly, a new power appeared on her body, and anger immediately gushed out, how dare it!

An inexplicable hatred completely dominated Ujda's will, not the hatred of being humiliated by enemies or people, nor the unwilling hatred of being defeated, but a resentment similar to that of being regarded as weak by the lowliest slaves in the realm, who were already alive and gracious to her. She could only understand it this way, she didn't even have to lift a finger and chant a spell, and the power accompanied by the rage ignited the tentacle that the mire dragon used to pierce her, and the mire king let out a terrifying roar, all its eyes and tentacles reaching out towards the little Ujida, countless fangs and claws roaring to tear her to shreds!

Ujida looked at the King of the Mire with strange contempt for the Eyes and Beads who didn't know how long he had lived, and its roar turned into a scream of fear in a few moments, as the whole world was flipped and twisted again, and then squeezed towards the King of the Mire, and if that didn't make it realize what it had provoked, the tentacles, eyes, fangs, and claws that had been attacking Ujda all rolled back with a faster speed and corrosive flames, scrambling to tear each other apart. Piercing through the dragon's own body was enough to let it know that any resistance would be futile.

The dragon's final action was that each eye squeezed out a tear of different colors, which could be turned into a beautiful gem that no mortal had ever seen, or a potion more powerful than dragon blood - Ujida only gouged out all these eyes in an instant, and from the time she was reborn to the time when the dragon breathed, it was about "a skilled archer drawing an arrow from the quiver and putting it on the bow".

Then the whole world was flipped under her feet again, and she came to a world that no priest of the Gruul God knew and could not understand, the deepest part of the abyss, the starting point of all nightmares.

Another: It should be said that it is true, citing the example of the Han Dynasty, some people immediately said "What can women in the Ming and Qing dynasties do except for house fighting", I don't say Chen Duansheng, I don't say Qiu Jin, but just in the Gusu area, the women of the eunuch family who are famous for such a small art as embroidery, not only got the Empress Dowager Cixi's commendation, went out of the house to open a women's art institute, and the champion Zhang Qian wrote a book for Shen Shou, who was famous in the Ming and Qing dynasties, is likely to be the prototype of Han Ximeng, a Huiniang who has been praised by many Hanlin in the dream of the Red Mansion? The authentic ancients of the Ming and Qing dynasties all regarded Huang Daopo, who had no son from an unknown origin, as the ancestor of the cotton spinning industry, and built a temple to write poems and incense offerings for 700 years!

As for the traversers, when they hear the "limelight," they tremble like a cold chicken, and they are full of courage to "give birth to a litter" under the hands of the ancient midwife, and they are not afraid of the death of both mother and child, what should they say? And those who think that the house fight is the most profitable, I want to know, how can the daughter of an ordinary petty official give birth to the house fighting method, can be praised by the queen mother, and become famous in the world? Or do you think that being able to rely on a man's laziness is better than self-reliance, and it will be famous for eternity?