Heavenly Lord of the Myriad Realms

The raft slowly approached a gap left in the earthen fence. Dozens of sturdy men with their skins and wooden spears saw the raft returning. They waved wooden spears and cheered.

On the raft, one of the tallest brawny men raised their wooden spears and shouted loudly: "Meat! A lot of meat! Haha!"

The cheers were even louder, and the huge rafts fell on the gap. The strong men grabbed the prey on the raft and threw them to the strong man standing on the shore.

More people ran out of the village, and Bibi scored the harvest on the raft.

Several old people dressed in animal skins, slowly looking over, the crowd left and right, a few old people walked to the side of the raft, satisfied to look at those huge prey.

"Bear, oh, this time, your team is back at the latest, but the prey is the most. Well, this rainy season is better." An old man pulled his finger and calculated the number of prey on the raft. He smiled happily. It’s up.

"Well? You guys, are you bringing people back?" An old man who looked old and wrinkled, with a chain of animal teeth hanging around his neck frowned. His eyes were not on the prey. I saw Chu Tian at a glance.

The mouse jumped to Chutian's forehead, and others stood up, but did not dare to speak. They just yelled and screamed at the elderly who were obviously the heads of the village.

A few old people hesitated for a moment. They looked at the wounds that had been closed on Chutian. Finally, the oldest old man sighed: "I don't know which village's doll was damaged. But still alive. And can't throw it out."

Shaking his head, the old man said slowly: "Return the village to raise it, wait for him to be hurt, and work hard for our village."

The old man walked to Chutian's side and reached out and pressed the muscles on Chutian's arm. Chutian's body was tyrannical. When he was in a coma, he touched the external force. His muscles tightened and the muscles on his arms suddenly became. Hard and hard.

The old man smiled happily and nodded with satisfaction: "The strong arms and legs, hey, is a good baby who can work, will not lose money, bring it back and raise it."

The mouse turned a blind eye. When these old guys said, ‘Take it back and raise it’, the tone is the same as raising a big animal.

However, no matter what, the mouse sighed heavily, this broken place is very weird, and everything waits for Chu Tian to wake up and say it.

A few old people took a few words and then assigned them. There was a strong man who picked up Chutian and took Chutian and the mouse to the village.

The old man’s eyes widened, and he looked at the simple, but well-planned village. At the entrance of the village, the mouse saw a totem pole with a diameter of three feet and a high degree. There was a lot of flame lines carved on it, and there was a vague and rough figure standing in the flame.

When the big Han of Chutian and the Rat Lord passed the totem pole, he stopped very respectfully and bowed to the totem pole deeply, ambiguously swearing a ‘祖神保佑’!

The mouse squinted and blinked, ‘the ancestors bless’?

In this village, do you have a **** of worship? I have to keep this in my heart, wait until Chu Tian wakes up, but I want to live with him and talk about the situation here, don't make the taboo here.

Dahan came to the village with Chutian and walked into a small yard.

"Women, pick up a place to come out, this doll, we will be raised in our house in the future." Dahan yelled, and stunned Chutian walked into the low thatched cottage.

The big man was a tall man, but the height of the thatched cottage was only a foot and a foot of five feet. Compared with the height of the big man, the thatched cottage is indeed a bit low. However, the area inside the thatched house is very large, more than ten feet long, five feet wide and up, and a square fire pit is dug in the middle. Several pieces of charcoal in the head size are burning, and the heat dispels the chill and moisture in the air.

Two women with strong and simple faces greeted them and took Chutian from the hands of Dahan.

They laid a pile of hay in the corner of the thatched cottage, and laid a few thick skins on it, paving it into a very comfortable grass nest, and placed Chutian on it.

Dahan sat comfortably by the fire pit, poured a bowl of hot water from a clay pot, drank comfortably, and then stretched his feet and smoked with fondue. After a long time in the big water, Dahan’s legs were blistered and white. Under the scorching of the charcoal, his feet grew up with a white gas, and there was a bit of odor in the thatched house.

The two strong women touched the wound on Chutian, and they skillfully took a stone-grinding medicine from the window sill of the house, and removed a dozen kinds of herbs hanging from the eaves under the eaves. The fine sputum became a drug paste, and a thick layer was applied to Chutian.

The mouse squinted at the side of Chu Tian, ​​quietly watching the two strong women busy.

The herbs they use are all good herbs for promoting blood circulation and phlegm. Although the treatment is simple, but it is a good symptom for the trauma and fracture of the flesh.

However, the grades of these herbs are lower, the years are not enough, the potency is weak, and the monks who have a good posture may have some effects, and the effectiveness of the masters of Chutian is very small.

The brawny seems to be too tired to hunt in the big water. He licked two pieces of roasted tubers and ate a small piece of black-skinned barbecue. He slumbered and slumbered in the firepit, and snored in a short time. I have to shake the mountain.

The sky was dark outside, the clouds were thick, there was no moon, and no stars.

The storms and madness screamed in the heavens and the earth. The subtle sounds were heard everywhere in the small villages. The deep roar of the screaming cows probably rang for more than an hour, and the whole village was completely quiet.

The two strong women also lay on the edge of the fire pit, sleeping next to the big man.

The Rat waited for the whole quiet in the village. He quickly circled around the thatched cottage. After confirming that no one noticed the movement here, he ran to Chu Tian and struggled vigorously.

After about a quarter of an hour, the old man squirted a **** blood in his mouth. He gasped and squirted a thumb-sized golden pill from the huge storage space in his belly.

"Death! The mouse is a skill, how come here, it is like being pressed by a ghost, it has become so difficult?"

While spitting on the mother, the mouse stalked and picked up Dan Wan, and opened the mouth of Chutian, and stuffed the pill into it.

The entrance of the pill became instant, and it became a golden glow that slowly merged into the body of Chutian.

Nothing in the night.