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Chapter 1222 This Delicious Body Fragrance

Heaven and Earth is a good place, the only downside is that it is too high.

It is too high-end for ordinary people, let alone a small body like Tamil.

It took half an hour to climb the steps of Tamil at the door alone.

When he finally touched the threshold of heaven and earth, Tamil collapsed on the ground, exhausted of all his strength.

Too high.

Looking down from here is like climbing a peak and overlooking the foot of the mountain.

"Heaven and earth... Such a magnificent name, such a magnificent decoration, and these eight stone pillars supporting the sky, and brilliant lights..."

Tamil swallowed, and whispered, "It must be the temple where the gods live."

Strangely, why are there no gods?

After lingering in front of the door for a long time, the desire to explore finally prevailed. Tamil trotted all the way and quietly entered the hall.

What catches the eye is the purple decoration everywhere.

Purple……

This is the most expensive color on the Titan Continent. Unlike the common colors of black, white, red and blue lights, purple fuel is difficult to obtain and difficult to make. Even the kings of the civilized world can only get ribbons or something, and large-scale flags are not used at all. think.

Tamil didn't know the price of purple, but he knew it was a color he had never seen before.

"As expected of the palace of the gods, gorgeous and luxurious..."

"If you knock a brick back, you will be able to exchange a lot of sheep, right?"

Thinking of the taste of roast mutton, Tamil was even more hungry.

A smell of food came, and Tamil followed the smell to find it, and soon found the fruit plate on the table.

All kinds of food that I have seen and have not seen.

Well, I haven't seen any of them.

"Is this the feast of the gods? Food piled up like mountains, fresh milk as big as lakes, tableware like mountains of gold and silver..."

Hunger creates motivation.

Hunger is upward.

Tamil climbed all the way holding the stool legs, and then grasped the veins on the tablecloth upwards. After an unknown period of time, he finally touched the edge of the tabletop.

"Finally I won't be hungry anymore."

Tamil carefully ate some corner food.

"God Titan forgive me, I only eat a little... eat a little more... this is the last time..."

In the end, Tamil ate too much to sit up.

Internal urgency emerged, and Tamil dared not presumptuously at the table of the gods.

But looking down from the desktop, it looks like a bottomless abyss.

It can't be solved here. I dare not jump down. If I climb down, it will definitely be too late.

At this moment, Tamil slapped his head.

How could I forget the ring.

Carefully recalled the usage of the ring.

"Set a fixed teleportation point here, won't it be possible to teleport here every time in the future?"

Thinking of not needing to climb stairs, stools and tables, Tamil decisively set up a teleportation point.

By the way, the ring still has storage space.

"God Titan forgive me, I'll just take a little...I'll take a little more...it's really the last...that's all there is, let's take it together."

After returning to the Titan Continent, Tamil fully understood what it means to "have food in your hand, don't panic in your heart".

Food of the gods.

Food never tasted.

Not only was it delicious, but it was huge and piled high.

Tamil has never seen so much food in his life.

Not to mention him, it is estimated that no creature in the Titan Continent has ever seen it.

With so much food in hand, what's the next step?

Feeling full and warm?

nonexistent.

Live the rich life?

how is this possible.

There are a pair of slightly cunning eyes embedded in Tamil's honest and honest face.

A savage prides himself on being rough and unrestrained, and is ashamed of being economical.

The savages think Tamil is a fool, not because Tamil has a brain problem, but because Tamil's words and deeds do not conform to the customs and habits of the savages.

To put it plainly--Tamil's body is similar to that of a plateau savage, but his brain is closer to that of people in the southern civilized world.

But in the eyes of savages, this is brain damage, brain disease, and abnormal thinking.

If the barbarians get so much food, the only possibility is to take it back and share it with the tribe members, and everyone will light a bonfire for three days and three nights of carnival.

After eating and drinking, what should everyone do?

But Tamil is different.

He thought about how to make the most of these foods.

Think about how to use the ability to travel through the world to your advantage.

Maybe it was out of ignorance, or maybe it was out of awe of the Titans, even if there was no one in the other world, Tamil still didn't have the idea of ​​doves occupying the magpie's nest.

His current vision is still limited to the tribe, and his greatest desire is to kill the chief and replace him.

Yes, kill the Chief.

Doesn't that incompetent guy just have a good father?

Bah, dare to say that my father is a fake shaman.

Dare to say that we stole wine and drank.

In this regard, the Tamils ​​are quite different from the highland barbarians.

Big chest but not big heart.

He is very vengeful.

Therefore, after obtaining huge resources by accident, the first thing Tamil thought of was how to use them in the great cause of revenge.

At this time, a familiar yet unfamiliar memory flowed through Tamil's mind.

"I" was wearing a metal armor, holding a long knife with a cold light, and killed seven times in and out of the tribe, beheading the chief, and stepping on his head to ascend.

What a strange picture.

But it is undeniable that these pictures made Tamil's blood boil.

He had long wanted to do it.

It's just that strength doesn't allow it.

The chief holds all the rights to collect, hunt, and trade materials in the tribe.

It was precisely because of this that the chief recruited the warriors in the tribe, gave them a full meal, and provided them with a set of leather armor, and a few outstanding ones could even get metal weapons.

Others, with little clothing and no food to eat.

Children who are growing can't get enough to eat, let alone others.

For barbarians who have been struggling on the edge of abject poverty all year round and often starve to death, mastering food is equivalent to mastering people's hearts and power.

He took out a piece of delicious black food, smashed the hard shell with a few punches, and bit it down, full of oily and crispy fragrance (melon seeds).

tasty!

Tamil sticks his head in and rubs the food, making himself oily and fragrant.

In the southern civilized world, this appearance is definitely a representative of filth and slovenliness, but on the plateau, it is clearly a symbol of wealth.

In this way, as soon as Tamil entered the tribe, he attracted the eyes and noses of many barbarians.

No one applauded, but a series of gurgling stomachs outweighed the applause.

"what is this?"

"It's so delicious."

"What did Tamil eat outside?"

Tamil didn't speak, but just stood upwind, let the fragrance on his body float farther, and let more people smell his strong arrogance.

Oh no, deodorant.

(End of this chapter)