End Times Dust Light

The reason why Lu Ziming said this is entirely because he learned from television that modern life has not only destroyed the old system, but also changed the lives of ethnic minorities. In his impression, herdsmen have rarely graze and engage in grazing. Eco-tourism and intensive breeding have started, and those ancient riding and shooting can only be seen in ethnic performances.

"Who said that, our herdsmen hold many grand gatherings every year. For example, in the Xiahu Festival which will start soon, herdsmen from various places gather together to select the ten bravest warriors, each of them is superb. It's not comparable to you Han people..." Zhuo Ma stopped suddenly, dissatisfied: "Are you Han people so cunning? Obviously there are a lot of colorful fruits in your backpack, why should you lie to me?"

"These colorful fruits are not the apples you mentioned. Only red colorful fruits are the most delicious. For example, this black colorful fruit is very bitter. If you don't believe it, you can taste it." Lu Ziming handed over a black colorful fruit. Give Zhuoma, let him have a taste.

The reason why Lu Ziming brought the colorful fruits of other colors out of the closed space is because he never understood why a tree can grow fruits of different colors and different flavors. He wanted to have the opportunity to ask someone to ask, or watch. See if it can be planted outside the enclosed space.

   "Bitter!" Obviously Zhuoma didn't believe what he said. Who would bring the bad food with him? Fudge the fool.

Zhuoma took a bite fiercely, opened her mouth abruptly, and vomited the pulp out of her mouth, "It's a real evil, you really can't eat it! Can't you not eat those colored fruits, but they look good in color", Zhuo Ma pointed to the colorful fruit in the other colors in the backpack and said unwillingly.

"People are a little big, but they want to eat. Each color of these colorful fruits represents a kind of taste. There are sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. I will pick one for you to taste." There are too many colorful fruits in the backpack. , He didn't want to waste it.

  "Come on with a spicy one, it has been a long time since I have eaten chili." Zhuoma licked his lips, his expression twitched, as if he had already smelled the spicy smell.

Lu Ziming grabbed the black colorful fruit from Zhuoma's hand, took a small bite, tasted the sweet taste from the bitterness, and enjoyed it very much: "Don't waste this colorful fruit. Every color of colorful fruit is abnormal. precious".

   "Huh!" Lu Ziming, who was looking for colorful fruits in his backpack, suddenly stunned, checking the backpack desperately, as if he was looking for something.

   "What's the matter?" Zhuo Ma put her head into her backpack and saw Lu Ziming rummaged in her backpack.

"It's gone? How could it be gone? Impossible, it's clearly placed inside." If other things are missing, he may think that he has forgotten accidentally, but this thing himself remembers very clearly, it is right I am too important to forget.

   "What's missing! Is it the colorful fruit you said, you lie!"

  How did he meet a foodie, "Take it!" He began to panic inexplicably, not because things were missing, but because things became more and more strange. First, after the virus broke out, he had the ability to swallow crystals, then he fell into a closed space, and then the ancient scrolls clearly put in his backpack disappeared.

There is no need to question the importance of ancient scrolls. From the very beginning, I disdain for ancient scrolls, and slowly discovered the hidden swordsmanship in ancient scrolls. I mastered the use of energy in the body by practicing swordsmanship. , I realize that every movement of the portrait on the ancient scroll contains incredible power. Those seemingly elegant and simple movements, every move and every trend have been precisely deduced, although I don’t know the person who painted the ancient scroll, but not Prevent one's admiration and gratitude for him.

  Because of the importance of ancient scrolls, I "washed my hands with a golden basin" every time I watched them. For fear of breaking the ancient scrolls, why don't I remember to put them there?

  When you finally came out of the enclosed space, the scroll was still in your backpack. There was no one else in the enclosed space except yourself, which ruled out the possibility of theft. The only question is whether someone moved his backpack during the time he was unconscious.

  As soon as the thought came up, it was pinched out. It's impossible. Why did someone take the ancient scroll? This is a completely unfamiliar place. If someone wants to see money, he fully believes it, but the ancient scroll alone is missing. This obviously doesn't make sense. Do you really remember it wrong? The ancient scroll is still in a closed space.

  Lu Ziming couldn't help but shudder, and an extremely absurd idea emerged in his mind, why he can enter the closed space because the ancient scroll is still himself. Obviously, the ancient scroll can make sense. If this is the case, the ancient scroll belongs to a closed space, or where it came from, when one escapes from the closed space, the ancient scroll is naturally left behind.

   Thinking of this, he felt a little lost in his heart. It was not because of the loss of the ancient scrolls. After watching the ancient scrolls for more than a year, the pictures above have already been reflected in his mind. Whether it is temporarily or not is not important. On the contrary, the secrets of the ancient scrolls gave him a lingering haze. Why did the Lu family treat the ancient scrolls as heirlooms? Why has no one discovered the secrets on the ancient scrolls? He didn't think he was capable of solving the mystery of the ancient scrolls. , Is the ancient scroll really left by the ancestors of the Lu family?

   Zhuoma bit the colorful fruit in his mouth, and pushed Lu Ziming, who was in a daze: "What is missing, should I help you find it?"

   "No, I suddenly missed home just now?" He hurriedly covered up.

Zhuo Ma sat on the grass, resting her head with her arms, lying on her back, looking at the white clouds floating over the Lantian: "I miss home too! Hello! Are you Han people the same as here? I heard there The building is as high as a white cloud. Everyone has his own car. You can eat and drink without going to work. The women there are as white as milk, their skin is as smooth as water, and their waists are like wicker, right?"

  This boy is really a weird thing. At a young age, he starts to think of women, "How old are you and have your hair grown?"

Zhuo Ma bit down a piece of fruit fiercely, eyes full of longing, and muttered: "Eji found a woman for me. I will take it home after this year. I heard that her waist is very thick and her **** are very thick. Big, Eji said, such a woman can give birth, can take care of the family, cattle and sheep, unlike the women in the south, it is not useful. Tell me, how do you Han people look for women, do you only need to be beautiful That's it?"

  The black line on Lu Ziming’s face, talking about women with the older kids, isn’t this a bit of a shame? He didn’t know. In fact, what Zhuoma said was not wrong. Mongolian herders were married at 18 years old. Next year Zhuoma will be 18 years old. In this cruel and troubled world, one more mouth to eat means one way out. Besides, No one knows what will happen tomorrow. Naturally, the time for marriage must be advanced.