The villain's fat woman is fast in the doomsday

Chapter 234 Aba Aba
How could such a task be accepted by the villain base.

Pippi always felt that things were far from being as simple as they seemed.

After all, during this period of time, she has already understood the operation of the villain's base.

It is impossible for a task posted on the task board to be so simple.

Speaking of which, Pippi always felt that this task would trick him when he was not prepared.

"...Protect the test object."

When it was transmitted, the electronic voice at the base said to itself.

Is everyone here a test subject, an experiment or something?
Pippi thought so.

The people around were yelling "Aoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa—'

In this way, the group, together with the men and women from other tribes who were bundled into rice dumplings, were all brought back together.

Brought into a very desolate open space, Pippi thought it was a stable at first glance.

Just a forlorn pile of straw lay there.

And the treatment of those other tribesmen now looks like slaves.

Kneeling there firmly bound by the rope.

His eyes were full of fear for Pippi.

Pippi was going to go back and look for that "Abaaaba" to see what he planned.

The people around looked at Pippi, not knowing where she was going to go, and seemed to hope that she would decide how to deal with these people here.

Pippi used a "wait a minute" gesture, wanting them to wait for a while.

Then he entered the thatched hut of "Aba Aba".

He was struggling to flip through the picture book Pitt gave him with his hands. He was flipping through it seriously, his eyes full of curiosity.

The shining eyes are like the warm sun.

Pippi looked at him, feeling unconsciously being comforted.

There should be no books here... right?

Pippi thought for a while, then looked at the surrounding environment, and felt a little stupid to ask this question.

Basic entertainment facilities, in addition to fighting is fighting.

The only weapons are spears.

"..." In short, Pippi planned to stay here for a long time.

I will hope that here can improve a little bit.

Since we are not enemies here, we still need protection.

That kind of thing doesn't matter.

He can move his upper body now, and Pippi thinks that his lower body should recover for another month, and he should be able to move easily.

Although it is still not possible to fight between tribes like today.

Pippi knew his identity, probably the leader of the tribe.

"I'll take you out to have a look. I just caught people from other tribes."

Pippi said to him.

"kindness?"

He looked at Pippi puzzled, and hummed a nice question with his nose.

"Let's go."

Pippi took out the small wheelchair from the space, knowing that he couldn't bend his legs now.

The wheelchair was directly modified so that the legs could be fully stretched and half lie on it.

"Abaaaba" found this scene very interesting, and his eyes could almost be described as impatient.

Holding Pippi's neck, Pippi helped her into the wheelchair.

For a moment, Pippi thought that the last man who hugged his neck like this was the system.

There is always a very subtle feeling in my heart.

The two of them came to the desolate clearing and looked at the tribal slaves who were tied up with ropes.

"Abaaaba" thought for a while, made a gesture of killing, and asked Pippi.

"..." I didn't expect this guy to be very decisive.

Pippi didn't care much about this, he could kill anyone.

But Pippi looked around the tribe for a week and found that it was really too open.

I think some houses should be built here, otherwise only "Aba Aba" in a wheelchair has a house.

It's too strange, the houses around are all huts that can collapse when blown.

It doesn't work.

Pippi thought to herself.

"Wait, Abba, you can keep them, it's useful."

Pippi tried to speak to "Abaaaba", and made gestures.

Before I knew it, I started calling him Abba Abba.

It's weird...

Abba Abba understood, and nodded to Pippi.

Facing the people there, he made a stop gesture.

Signal them to stop first.

Then Pippi took out a simple design drawing.

It was the draft that she sketched out temporarily, hoping that they would build the house in their own way.

Those kneeling on the ground looked at each other, they didn't understand what Pippi meant.

Then "Abaaaba" pushed the wheelchair to Pippi's side, and looked at the design drawing in Pippi's hand.

"Aba Aba—"

Then he said this, explaining what Pippi meant to everyone around him.

Pippi really didn't expect this.

As expected of the leader of the tribe, this comprehension is beyond ordinary.

He didn't understand what he was talking about at all, but he just stayed with him for one night and knew what he was talking about.

"Abaaaba" pointed to the surrounding trees and motioned them to cut them down.

This is what Aba Aba realized when he smelled the bed made by Pippi last night and the smell of wood.

After explaining this, Pippi pushed Ababa's wheelchair for a walk.

Unexpected leisure.

But Lin Quan, who was chasing after Pippi, didn't think so at all.

"How could she take such a task?"

Lin Quan became more and more incomprehensible about Pippi's brain circuit.

I came to another tribe very far away, which is not the same place as Pippi teleported.

"..."

Lin Quan thought for a while, followed Pippi's pace, and headed into the depths of the jungle.

Although all kinds of bugs and animals here are not a threat to me, it is annoying enough to keep going back and forth.

Lin Quan said so, and took out a small notebook from his pocket.

I am going to start recording from the first moment I meet Pippi, what is her strange brain circuit thinking about.

……

"What should I call you? Should I just call you Abba Abba?"

Pippi pushed the wheelchair of "Abaaaba" and started chatting with him.

"kindness?"

He didn't understand this sentence.

what……

Sure enough, it's a bit difficult to understand, but at least she can talk to him now.

He seems to like those picture books very much, take them out and show him.

Thinking this way, Pippi walked to a quiet river, and took out the picture book directly from the space.

Pass it to "Abaaaba".

"If you like, I have many more here."

Pippi said so.

"..."

Pippi suddenly thought of whether he should let "Aba Aba" learn his own language, but...

How should I make him understand.

How about learning his tribal language by yourself?
but……

I really have no way to start.

Even if I want to learn, I don’t know what they describe, as if whatever they say is “abba aba”.

And this leader looks very smart, maybe if he teaches it himself, he will be able to do it.

It's probably much easier than letting a fool like myself who has no language talent learn it.

Thinking of this, Pippi hurriedly checked his space to see if there were any calligraphy books with pictures that he bought out of boredom.

(End of this chapter)