Let Go Of That Primordial Man

After inspecting the small square in the center of the village and the training of the tribal fighters, Master Niu's inspection work can be regarded as a temporary conclusion.

Okay, if you don't have anything else to do, let's leave first; after the announcement, just say that the ancestor sacrifice ceremony will be held in the evening, so that everyone can finish work early, and make good preparations for me. Master Niu told everyone.

After thinking for a while, he then added: By the way, if the witches and leaders of other friendly tribes are still in the Blackstone tribe, let them attend as much as possible to watch at night; tell them this, just say I said so.

Master Niu has not had time to tell these people about his going to the ancestral land this time and obtaining the lost fire.

It's not that he deliberately wanted to hide it, but such an important matter, it is natural to put it on tonight's sacrifice to the spirit of the ancestors, and then fuse the fire in public; and then announce it in front of all the members of the Blackstone tribe. Appropriate practice.

The huge difference in strength between the Blackstone tribe and the Tuji tribe is doomed to be full of hardships on the way back to the ancestral land of the Blackstone tribe; Only by working hard can it be possible to achieve...

After giving the two o'clock order, Mr. Niu planned to go back to his cabin and make some preparations for the evening sacrifice; what he didn't expect was that he just asked a casual question, and all the high-level people under him still There is something, and there is more than one thing.

Hearing that there will be a sacrificial ceremony in the evening, these people immediately burst into smiles.

First of all, after each sacrificial ceremony, their strength will increase in different ways; especially for almost a year, due to the absence of Lord Niu, they have not been able to hold the sacrificial ceremony.

I believe that after accumulating the great kindling for such a long time, the harvest of this sacrifice will definitely be more than every time before.

Another point is that after each sacrificial ceremony is completed, it is still the traditional carnival time of the Heishi tribe; rich food, delicious wine that makes people drink, and collective Yangko that makes people's blood boil.

Just thinking about it will make the high-level members of the Blackstone tribe excited; and the questions they immediately ask are all about this point.

Master Niu, the food in the tribe is very sufficient now. There is no problem with getting enough food for the group dinner in the evening; but there is no Erguotou fine wine in the tribe's inventory, and those treasures called alcohol. Now, what should we do about this? Kui was the first to ask his question.

To be honest, Mr. Niu would never have thought that he would not ask so many things, but Kui asked himself this weird question in a serious manner. Suddenly he could feel a strong foodie aura enveloped him. .

He felt quite powerless about this, but Master Niu, who had long been used to this brain circuit, solved the problem sternly: It's okay, I still have some alcohol here, and someone will come and get it from me later, how about it? If you add some water, it will be enough at night.”

At the same time, Master Niu thought to himself: Always bringing wine from the modern plane is not an option for these natives who drink more and more; since there are so many grains in the warehouse, why not It's not a difficult skill to start brewing wine yourself...

As soon as the words fell, another question popped up from Mang's mouth.

I saw Mang, the number one expert under Master Niu, with a rather serious expression on his face.

Obviously he thinks his problem is very important, and it is also very difficult. Even with Master Niu's astonishing ability, he may not be able to solve this problem in a short time.

With a serious face, Mang spoke to Master Niu in a deep baritone voice: There is a very difficult problem, that is, Master Niu, your flying instruments, I don't know what's wrong, no matter what We act according to the methods you taught; those explosive music can no longer be released.

Originally seeing Mang's heavy face, Master Niu's heart suddenly thumped, and he thought to himself: Could it be that during the time I left, there appeared again near the Luolei Mountain Range or the Black Stone Tribe? What astonishing change, is it the threat of a powerful ferocious beast, or the coalition forces of other tribes peeking at the wealth of the Blackstone tribe?

As a result, what Mang said was not very clear, but Mr. Niu could still understand what he expressed: the car stereo in the Wuling Mini Bread was used too frequently, and as a result, up to now, there are as many as 13 Wuling minivans. The batteries in the bread were all exhausted by them.

But just like this, after listening to Mang's words, poor Master Niu was almost suffocated to death by a strong and turbulent old blood in his heart.

God only knows how they do it! You must know that the batteries of these buns, after he was fully charged in the modern plane, Master Niu has only used a little bit; not to say that all the batteries are full, but of the batteries of each bun, seven , Eighty percent of the power is definitely there.

How did these animals manage to use them all up? Could it be that they played music and danced Yangko every night during their absence? Immediately, the word 'MMP' was held in Master Niu's chest, and he began to churn violently...

To be honest, he really didn't see before that Mang, a humanoid animal with bushy eyebrows and big eyes and muscles all over his body, actually had such a fanatical and deep interest in the activity of twisting Yangko.

He asked in an extremely uncertain tone: Mang, do you really like to twist Yangko?

Of course. Mang replied proudly.

At this moment, Master Niu seemed to be able to see a strong light shining on Mang's huge face.

Mang's next answer was full of strong domineering arrogance: Whether it is among the small two thousand people in the Black Stone tribe, or among the tens of thousands of laborers around; , if I recklessly call it the second, then no one dares to call it the first.

Really! Master Niu murmured unconsciously.

He turned his head to look at the other high-level tribesmen, and saw that everyone, including Cai, showed a deeply convinced expression on their faces; only then did he have to accept this reality, mang, He is actually the king of the yangko world.

Master Niu was angry about this!

He yelled loudly: Qui, go to the warehouse and pull out my Italian cannon; no! I mean, bring the silver-gray box; it contains a solar charger, move for me Be careful……