Chapter 1239

Meng's fists and fists were shaking, and they were still a little angry.

We talked about something else together, mostly about how to deal with the evil god. Huang said, "why don't we just kill him because of the large number of people?"

"It's just

Yeh agreed. He looked at Dang with a speechless expression and said:

"you are still too young. In those days, we killed the same kind, but now we have driven you to live far away."

Dang said softly.

Meng Li looked at Ye. In the last tribal war, the client was not big. At that time, he was not a priest. He learned from the former priest.

The priests are not pretending to be gods and ghosts all day long, leading everyone to believe in God.

She is also responsible for some simple treatment, knows some herbal medicine to treat, and also knows some knowledge of production. She also needs to make a bowl of herbal juice for newborns and mothers to drink. After drinking, it can increase the survival rate.

It may be that the medicinal juice is really useful, and it was found that it was wrong for some reason in those years.

It may not work at all. To survive is to drink the medicine juice. To fail is to live.

But they don't understand this. They regard it as a gift from God. If they survive after drinking the medicine, they are blessed by God. So now the whole tribe is alive, they are blessed by God.

After all, those who are not blessed by God

They're all dead.

Since they are the people who survive because of God's blessing, they also believe that their lives are given by God, which can explain how much each of them worships the so-called God.

Meng Li is thinking about things, and his ears are full of discussions from several men. Before the musician comes, they are already making plans to deal with him.

I don't know if the musicians will strengthen their faith after they come?

Will he be dealt with according to the plan?

Yueren uses the so-called God to write articles, and she also uses God to write articles.

In fact, it's not so much so-called. If things are not so ideal, you'll spend more time on yourself. What's more difficult for the system is that people also have some means, and it's better not to let the system find out the existence of yourself and 6018, so as to avoid a fight between the system and the system in the world.

Dangkan Meng Li was silent. Looking at Huang He ye who was discussing, he said:

"we'd better let Yu have a rest first and communicate with God once, which should make her very tired."

Huang stopped immediately and said:

"OK, let's go out."

Meng Li nodded his head slightly and asked: "just a few of you know it. Don't tell them. In case the evil god knows it, he won't come. How can we deal with him?"

They agreed and left here. As soon as they left, Meng Li felt much better breathing.

She rolled up the hide, originally intended to take it out to wash, and then change some hay to make the cave fresh. But when she went out, she found that it was raining.

Pattering, Meng lisuo directly threw the hide at the entrance of the cave. Let the rain wash it first.

Then he went back and sat down with his knees crossed, putting on a posture of cultivation.

She asked 6018:

"is this the first world for musicians to do tasks?"

6018 said:

"it should not be, it has become a five-star mission, either it is difficult to deal with, or it has shuttled through other worlds."

Meng Li had a good idea, but she hoped that she would become a five-star because she had traveled through other worlds.

In fact, sometimes it's relatively simple to do a task. You don't need a high IQ to complete the task by relying on the prophet.

But if it's hard to deal with, it's more difficult.

In any case, there are systematic tasks, which are more troublesome than other tasks, so we have to use our brains more.

From the plot point of view, the so-called trading system requires these people's meat and skins, and also allows them to search for some rare things, such as some medicinal materials, which may not be available in other worlds.

In the later stage, they are used to honor the so-called God. The musicians get these things without paying any cost. They use these things in the trading system in exchange for something useful to them.

It all depends on fooling around and killing the people of the tribe.

She was not surprised that she also got the purest power of belief, which many systems wanted, even the ultimate goal.

This practice is too inhumane. Instead of treating these primitive people as human beings, they are treated as slaves, exploited clean and ran away.

The rest are still waiting for the musicians to come. Meng Li's mind turns around and he doesn't think about these things any more. Instead, he concentrates on cultivation.

Originally, it was waiting for the rain to stop, but the rain meant that it would rain more and more. He was very uncomfortable, which made Meng Li unable to practice.

She went out of the cave and washed the skin directly with the rain in the sky at the door. There was black sewage in it. Meng Li continued to exert her strength without expression.When the squeezed water was no longer colored, even if it was almost washed, Meng Li twisted the hide off, carried it into the cave and hung it on the stone wall.

It's very comfortable for a priest to live in a cave by himself, although he can't have a companion.

They are several people crowded in a cave, it is difficult to turn around, it is hard to squeeze.

After hanging up the hide, Meng Li wanted to go out for a bath. Suddenly, she remembered that the females of the tribe would not leave the tribe because it was dangerous outside.

Meng Li didn't trust him. He didn't cultivate anything now. His self-protection ability was still a little poor, so he gave up the idea of taking a bath.

Anyway, I was wet, so I stood at the entrance of the cave and began to wash.

It's a little shy. Fortunately, there's no one, but there's no cleaning supplies. It's hard to wash it very fresh. After washing it almost, Meng Li goes into the cave.

The main reason is that she found a more shy thing, emotion, body, no coat

Ma ye, I forgot this before, but I didn't feel anything. Now I think of it, I feel that I can't see anyone. My shame forces Meng Li to take out the bone needle and start to sew his coat.

People in the tribe are not short of animal skins. They know that they can keep warm by wrapping them in winter.

Most of the people in the story are frozen to death, because the musicians over demand in the name of God, leading to their dedication.

I trust the so-called God so much that I don't have any reservation. I don't even have a way out for myself. I believe in the words of happy people and believe that God will solve their problems.

Finally, Meng Li sewed out something similar to wrapping his chest, wrapped it in his body, and felt more comfortable.

His hair is wet on his shoulder. In a word, Meng Li in the last world is the son of a plane that is so beautiful that it turns all living beings upside down.

If it's not for the obvious size difference between male and female, it's hard to distinguish male from female.

At this time, in this vast forest, there is a man who is running away in a panic. As he runs, he says: "are you sick? Where the hell are you from?"

A come is a drowned chicken, and the whole body hair, also stinking, he this is turned into a savage?