Leyang remembers the time when he was still studying in the county town. wwW,qUAnbEn-xIaosHuo,Com I have watched a movie called "Crazy". The protagonist inside and the black man who suddenly visited before me. They are very similar in appearance: their skin color is black with a layer of yellowish gray. He is very tall, so his back is a bit stooped. Maybe it's because of living on the grassland. They are not huge in stature. On the contrary, he looked a little thin. The short curls fit tightly against the scalp.
There is always a hint of sadness in the wrinkles and eyes. But the occasional smile. You can immediately fall into their simple world.
These Africans don't look hateful. There's nothing evil about it either.
For a black man. He stepped towards Gu Xiaojun. He patted his bony chest hard. There was a dull bang bang sound. At the same time, several jittery syllables came out of his mouth. Wen Leyang was afraid that he would use force. Break your sternum...or break your arm.
Gu Xiaojun glanced at Feifei. The two of them shook their heads helplessly. No one could understand what they were saying. But Feifei can see the other person's mood. He told everyone four words: "Anxious and depressed!"
The African leader shook his head. Continue to pat your chest hard. Repeatedly chanting: "Badistu Tatunta. Badistu Tatunta!"
Gu Xiaojun asked tentatively: "Name? Batistuta...Tunte?"
There was a hint of joy on the African leader's face. Correcting the position of the staccato: "Badistu Tatunta!"
Gu Xiaojun smiled and nodded. He also patted his chest: "Gu Xiaojun!"
African leaders are overjoyed. Nod vigorously immediately. He pointed at Gu Xiaojun: "Gu Xiaoqun!" Then he pointed back at himself: "Badistutatatunte!" Then he paused. It seems that my name is too long first. And shortened it some more: "Tutatatunta. Tutatunta!"
The small-eyed Xiaosha laughed loudly: "Small skirt? And her pants are too big..." She just laughed twice. He was cut off by Gu Xiao's saber-like gaze.
Wen Leyang is much smarter. He smiled from the side and patted his chest: "Yang!"
Several other young people also laughed and imitated Wen Leyang. They all patted their chests and said: Sha! "
Badistu Tatunta had a very good memory. He remembered everything after Wen Leyang and others said it once. He pointed at each person and called them one by one. The sound is accurate. Only when he came to Gu Xiaojun. Still: "Gu Xiaoqun!"
Gu Xiaojun sighed. I felt at ease. A small skirt is a small skirt. It sounds pretty artistic if you're used to it.
After Tutatunte got to know everyone. A heartfelt smile spread across his face. Suddenly he started gesticulating. Like a big bird. His arms kept flashing and making flying movements. A serious eagle roar came out of his mouth. Gu Xiaojun looked confused. Tutatunta "flyed" for a long time before stopping. Raise your "left wing". He pointed at himself and raised his right wing. He pointed at "Gu Shaozhun" and others. Then he looked at them expectantly.
Wen Leyang suddenly realized. He spent some time with Ah Dan. I also know a lot about body language. He turned his head and said to Gu Xiaojun, who was hesitating whether he should also imitate the flapping wings of a bird: "Eagle. One wing is him. One wing is us. It's similar to the meaning of siblings, right?"
Fei Fei tried his best not to laugh. He asked Tutatunte in a very slow tone and then made a gesture of holding each other's hands.
Tuta Thonta has been in China for some time. Although I don’t know a word of Mandarin. But I also listened to a lot of Chinese. It seems that he understands the meaning of "friend". The wrinkles on his face expressed happiness. He yelled awkwardly: Then he stretched out his fingers and pointed at both sides. Again in a probing tone. Repeated in a low voice: "Friends?" Finally. He stretched out a hand and stood in the air. Looking at Gu Xiaojun.
It seems that these Africans are really desperate. Many "great powers" have already divided into camps. Now there are only two teams of lambs left. A troop of African black sheep. A troop of Asian yellow sheep…
Gu Xiaojun smiled and nodded. He stretched out his hand and shook it tightly with Badistu Tatunte. He said firmly: "Friend!"
There was a crash. Tutatunte took off from his neck a necklace made of the fangs of a wolf, a jackal, or a leopard dog. He hung it around Gu Xiaojun's neck with great care. He kept repeating: "Friend. Friend..." The tone became stronger and stronger over and over again.
Gu Xiaojun smiled bitterly and touched his body. There is not even a gift that can be obtained. In the end, it was Qin Zhui who drew the Peace Talisman with his pen. Gave it to the African collar. Tutatunte actually took the talisman and made a sign on his forehead. It seems that he has watched zombie movies. Then he happily put the talisman away close to his body. He turned back to his companions and raised his hands.
all of a sudden. More than a dozen Africans cheered together. It was as if he had truly found the most trustworthy ally. Tutathunte waved to them. Those people immediately got busy. Like a vigorous prairie jerboa. Constantly moving things. They moved their camp next to the tent of Wen Leyang and others.
Gu Xiaojun suddenly raised his hand. He patted his forehead hard. Hehe laughed and said: "We are all stupid!" Then he said a string of Tibetan words to Tuta Tunte. It’s time for the town’s residents to notify others of the “knockout.” The language is Tibetan. The Africans obviously got it.
Unexpectedly, Tutatunte shook his head. His face was blank. He couldn't understand Tibetan at all. Qin Zhui was also surprised. He said firmly to Wen Leyang and others: "When the Tibetans notified them, they all spoke in Tibetan.
|Definitely not a foreign language! I don't understand what these people are saying. But I can still distinguish the Tibetan language. "
Wen Leyang's face darkened. Africans who don’t understand Tibetan. But he can understand the words of the residents of the small town. Think about it. There seems to be only one explanation. Because of shared beliefs. So the way of communication is more than language.
Although this statement is very mysterious. But it is not impossible.
Fei Fei glanced at Wen Leyang's expression. I roughly guessed what he was thinking. He nodded and said in a voice that only he could hear: "If what you are thinking is right. Then there are two possibilities: one is between other teams. Although they all say their own things, they can still communicate without hindrance; second, it is between other teams. Only the residents of Er Town can communicate with Liu Xin's disciples without any hindrance. But not between teams."
Gu Xiaojun's tone was extremely certain: "It's the second type! If it's the first type, Tuta Tunte will never form an alliance with us."
At this time, Badistu Tatunte was always busy. Taking a wooden stick, he drew a long series of little people on the ground.
Wen Leyang was happy when he saw it. The Africans painted various cult teams that came to the small town of Seoul. A figure represents a team. Although the lines of the inhuman paintings are simple. But only in a few strokes. Outline the characteristics of almost all teams. For example, Khmers are short in stature and have sharp edges on their faces; Koreans have extremely small eyes; Europeans have high nose bridges; Indians wear turbans, etc.
Zhui pointed at a figure with a talisman on his face. He asked in confusion: "Who is this?"
Tutatunte showed his small white teeth. Pointing at Gu Xiaojun and others. Laughed.
Then he pointed to a tall figure with a hydra on his back and a long shuttle in his hand. He pointed at himself again. Keep laughing.
Wen Le| and others are laughing and crying here. Tutatunte still painted his own portrait. Finally on a row of little people. Five circles were drawn. Circle the different figures. Gu Xiaojun had already seen the secret. He smiled and nodded: "It's not easy for our African counterparts. We walked around various camps during the day. Although we didn't get any allies, we noticed something was wrong!"
Painted by Tutathonta. This is the current form of alliance between these cult teams. At the same time in every circle. There is a figure that he has marked with a key mark. It seems that it should be the leader or leader's team.
There is no pattern at all in cult alliances. It has nothing to do with regional race. There are a total of eighteen teams of evildoers. In just half a day, they were divided into five forces. Needless to say, there is a China-Africa Friendship Alliance. The heads of the other four forces are the Greek team, the Indian team, the Khmer team, and the ancient Persian survivors from West Asia.
All four teams have large numbers. In addition, those cults with relatively small numbers of people were attached to them in twos and threes. When Africans move. Others are also moving their campsites. Several strengths are almost clear at a glance.
The team with the most people now. It is the league of Greek representative teams. The number of people far exceeds Ji's generation. The other three forces have similar numbers. Only Wen Leyang and the others have the smallest number of people. There were only a dozen people in total. Looking extremely pitiful.
Tutatunte looked at Gu Xiaojun and understood the meaning of his painting. The cracked mouth smiled again. He stretched out his big feet and quickly erased the paintings on the ground. He patted his chest again and made a confident gesture. Finally, he emphasized: "Friends!"
Wen Leyang really couldn't bear it. These Africans may not look kind. But absolutely honest. There is no evil at all due to the legendary Hydra. Maybe Hydra is in their totem. It has nothing to do with good or evil at all. It's just their worship of strength
Gu Xiaojun laughed and nodded. He led the four juniors back to the tent.
But their African counterparts couldn’t afford to take a break. They were busy making arrangements around the camps of both sides. Tutatunte occasionally raised his head. Looking at the tent where the Chinese have turned off the lights. The expression is quite depressed. I don’t understand the thin line between life and death. They can actually sleep peacefully. This is where full suspicion begins. own this alliance. Isn't it wrong. Two sheep together. For wolves. Not a hindrance at all. On the contrary, it is a greater temptation...
Gu Xiaojun and other five people. Lying down in a row in the tent. Even a tomb robber would be shocked if he walked in. Several people were still awake. There was a discussion about the mysterious town and the upcoming war.
Hydra evildoers all over the world. They all arrived at the oracle at the same time. In the beginning. Wen Leyang immediately thought of the worst outcome: Hydra was about to escape. But after arriving in the small town. A new possibility emerged.
People in this town. There is no doubt that it is closely related to Liu Xiang who was suppressed on Black and White Island. They stayed beside Namtso for who knows how many years. No one knows what they are guarding. Or maybe it's to find something.
There is also the power that has never changed in the town and can communicate with all Liu Xiang's devout followers...
Gu Xiaojun reminded everyone in a low voice: "This is an unknown battle. Maybe it won't be too difficult. But pay attention to two things. First, we can't be too eye-catching. We can't be eliminated. But we must not let Shi Er's Tibetans are suspicious. Second. | Heart Africans. Hey. If there are ten teams left in the end, they will definitely not hesitate to stab us with African knives!"
Finished. After a pause. He looked at Wen Leyang again. Whispered: "Protect Fei Fei and Xiao Sha."
Wen Leyang is not a person who likes to express his determination. Hearing this, he nodded and said, "What about you?"
Gu Xiaojun snorted unhappily: "Of course you have to protect me!"
It gets dark early on the plateau. It's bright late. It's already seven o'clock in the morning. It was still dark outside. Wen Leyang and the other four people couldn't sleep. Only Gu Xiaojun. Still soundly asleep. From time to time there would be a burst of snoring.
Zhui carries the Tang Dao. He said to Wen Leyang in a non-negotiable tone: "After the fight, you are responsible for protecting their siblings. If something goes wrong, you are the only one to ask!" He was the vanguard wherever he went. I was afraid of being dragged down by others.
Wen Leyang opened the door curtain. He took a deep breath of the cool, watery air. He smiled and replied: "Don't worry. Just don't let me protect you too!"
Xiaosha with small eyes followed Wen Leyang. Chun Chun warned: "Don't worry about me. I have my own methods. But I must protect my sister!"
Fei Fei was not polite at all. Know that now is simply not the time to be humble. Nodding to Wen Leyang: "Please take the trouble. I'll try not to cause you any trouble."
Wen Leyang smiled. Cooperate with teammates like this. It feels very pleasant. Although they are good at fighting. In Wen Leyang's eyes, he is almost like a little white rabbit.
The Africans outside had obviously been up all night. The color on the face became more intense. He held a short stick similar to their skin color. Staring around cautiously.
In two connected camps. The black man spent the night. A huge, wild and ferocious Hydra was drawn on the ground. Under the sway of a bonfire. The giant snake seemed to be alive. His eyes were stern.
Still dark. In the stillness before dawn. In other camps. A disturbing restlessness has quietly filled the air. Groups of evildoers. They gathered silently according to their own sect. All eyes. They all looked at the black sheep and yellow sheep...
finally. A bright silver cloud. It just shot up into the sky without any warning. The vast shady scene fell apart! Wen Leyang has never seen such a dawn. From dense darkness to clear skylight. Just in the blink of an eye!
long wait. It turned into a passionate explosion at the moment of sunrise. Tutatunte and his black companions let out a long, ear-piercing scream almost simultaneously. Everyone seems like a cheetah encountering a powerful enemy. He lowered his body. The slightly cloudy eyes cast a sharp light. Like ice needles. He stared firmly at the four enemy groups that had already assembled in the distance.
I don’t know when all the Tibetans also walked out of their homes. Old men, women and children... gathered together with expressionless faces and dull eyes. Staring at everything in front of him coldly and numbly.
Little Sha with small eyes walked to Tuta Tunte. Patted his thin shoulder. Put a finger up to your lips. He smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Stop screaming..." It has been ten minutes since dawn. The black man kept screaming. But the enemies did not surround him.
Feifei smiled softly at Wen Leyang: "None of them wants to go first."
At this time, Gu Xiaojun came out of the tent with an impatient expression. The howling of the black people just now was too sharp. Even an elephant would be awakened.
Wen Leyang gave Gu Xiaojun a sincere look: "Did you know that no one would come at first?"
Gu Xiaojun yawned. He replied sleepily: "It's not hard to guess. We look the weakest. But we may not be the first to be slaughtered! Everyone wants to be the last. Maybe we can be successful." He said. He turned back to Xiao Sha with a light face and ordered: "Scare me. Let them understand it again. Whoever goes first will definitely suffer!"
Xiaosha laughed. In the surprised eyes of African comrades. He walked to the edge of the camp holding his arms. Stand with your feet spread wide. Xiao Sha remained motionless outside the camp. But around him. Two rows of huge footprints appeared quietly. It was as if a group of invisible giants were lining up around him.
Wen Leyang has seen this trick before. But it was Xiaosha himself who left the big footprints. And there's only one line. This time there were dozens of footprints like invisible bodyguards. He protected Xiaosha tightly. At the same time, there are several footprints that are constantly moving. Even Wen Leyang’s spiritual consciousness. I can't even tell what's going on.
all of a sudden. The surprise on the faces of the black companions in the camp was in stark contrast to the surprise on the faces of the criminals opposite. And the expressions of Tibetans. Always cold and indifferent. It was as if there was nothing in this world that could move them.
The sheep seemed to be in a moment. Turned into a poisonous snake...
Don't talk about these half-hearted foreign villains. Even Wen Leyang or the Big and Little Rabbit Demon. If you don't know the details, you will be frightened by Xiaosha with small eyes. I could clearly see the footsteps walking back and forth in my eyes. But there was no trace of the giant warrior in his spiritual consciousness.
Tuta Thonte never expected this. The performance of his ally was so amazing. A young man with small eyes has such strength. In the eyes of surprise. Quietly mixed with a hint of worry. Somewhat guilty, he told Gu Xiaojun: "Friend!"
Gu Xiaojun laughed. Patting the black man's shoulder to reassure him: "Friend. Friend!"
The imagined dawn of killing did not come. The atmosphere in the town. Also walking back and forth with the big footprints. Xiao Sha from nervousness. It gradually became a little embarrassing.
Zhui holds Tang Dao. He was waiting impatiently. He turned his head and asked Fei Fei beside him: "Can't you fight?"
Fei Fei has been carefully observing the expressions of the evildoers. Hear Qin Zhui's words. Wei Wei shook his head: "It's hard to say. Some people are unwilling. I want to give it a try!" (Quanben Novel Network www.qUAnbEn-xIaosHuo.com)