Lord of the Low Version System

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Heaven and earth are a good place, the only bad thing is that it is too high.

For ordinary people, the high-end is out of reach, not to mention the small body of Tamil.

Tamil climbed the doorstep alone for half an hour.

When he finally reached the threshold of heaven and earth, Tamil lay prostrate on the ground, completely drained with all his strength.

Too high.

Looking down from here is like climbing a mountain and looking down at the foot of the mountain.

"Heaven on earth... such a magnificent name, such a brilliant decoration, as well as these eight pillars supporting the sky, brilliant and bright lights..."

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

Strangely, why is there no god?

Wandering in front of the door for a long time, after all, the desire to explore prevailed, and Tamil trot all the way and quietly entered the hall.

The eyes are filled with purple decorations.

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 a ribbon. Large-scale flags are not used at all. miss you.

Tamil did not know the price of purple, but he knew it was a color he had never seen before.

"It's a palace of gods, gorgeous, luxurious..."

"If you knock on a brick and go back, you can change a lot of sheep?"

At the thought of the taste of roast lamb, Tamil's stomach was even more hungry.

A scent of food wafted, and Tamil followed the smell and quickly found the fruit plate on the table.

All kinds of foods I have seen and never seen.

Well, I haven't seen them before.

"Is this a feast for the gods? Stacked food like mountains, fresh milk as big as lakes, tableware like Jinshan and Yinshan..."

Hunger generates momentum.

Hunger is encouraging.

Tamil climbed all the way holding the legs of the stool, and then grasped the veins on the tablecloth upwards. It didn't take long before he finally touched the edge of the table.

"Finally will not be hungry."

Tamil ate a little bit of food on the corner carefully.

"The Titan God forgives me. I only eat a little...and a little...this is the last time..."

In the end, Tamil couldn't sit up with food.

There was a sudden rush inside, and Tamil did not dare to spit on the god's table.

But looking down from the desktop, it is similar to the bottomless abyss.

Can't solve it here, don't dare to jump down, if you climb down, it's too late.

At this time, Tamil slapped his head.

How to forget the ring.

Carefully recalled the usage of the ring.

"Set a fixed transmission point here, can't it be transmitted here every time in the future?"

At the thought of not climbing stairs, stools and tables, Tamil set up a teleportation point decisively.

By the way, the ring has storage space.

"The Titans forgive me, I will take a little...I will take a little...the last one...there is so little left, and take it together."

After returning to the Titans, Tamil fully understood what it means to "have food in his hands and not panic".

God's food.

Food that has never been tasted.

Not only delicious, but also huge in number and piled up like a mountain.

Tamil has never seen so much food in his life.

Not to mention him, it is estimated that no creatures on Titan mainland have ever seen it.

With so much food, what should I do next?

Feeling warm?

nonexistent.

Live a rich life?

How can it be.

Tamil's honest and honest face had a pair of slightly sly eyes embedded in it.

The barbarians take pride in roughness and boldness, and shame in careful calculation.

The barbarian thinks that Tamil is a fool, not because of Tamil's brain problems, but because Tamil's speaking and doing things are inconsistent with the barbarians' custom.

The clear point is that Tamil's body is similar to the plateau barbarians, but his brain is closer to the people of the southern civilized world.

But in the eyes of the barbarians, it is a brain disability, a sick brain, and abnormal thinking.

If the barbarian gets so much food, the only possibility is to take it back to share with the tribe's clan, and everyone lights a bonfire to revel for three days and nights.

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 profit yourself.

Perhaps it was out of ignorance, or perhaps it was out of awe of the Titan Protoss, even if there was no one in the other world, Tamil still did not have the idea of ​​giving birth to a dove in a magpie's nest.

His current horizon is still limited to the tribe, and his greatest desire is to kill the chieftain and replace it.

Yes, kill the chief.

Isn't that incompetent guy a good father?

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

Dare to say that we are drinking alcohol.

In this regard, Tamil and the barbarians of the plateau are very different.

Big chest but not big heart.

He is very vengeful.

Therefore, after unexpectedly obtaining huge resources, Tamil first thought of how to use it in the cause of revenge.

At this time, Tamil had a familiar and strange memory in his mind.

"Self" wearing a metal armor, holding a long flashing cold sword, killed seven in and seven out of the tribe, beheaded the chieftain, and stepped on his head.

What a strange picture.

However, it is undeniable that these pictures show Tamil blood boiling.

He wanted to do this already.

Only strength is not allowed.

The chieftain has all the rights to collect, hunt, and trade materials in the tribe.

It is for this reason that the chief has enveloped the warriors in the tribe, fed them up, fed a set of leather armor, and some excellent ones can also get metal weapons.

For others, there is no clothing and no food.

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

For barbarians who are struggling on the brink of extreme poverty all year round and starving to death, mastering food means mastering the people's hearts and powers.

Turn over his hand and take out a fragrant black food, several punches to break the hard shell of the appearance, bite down, full of oily, crispy (melon seeds).

delicious!

Tamil put his head in and rubbed the food, making him radiant and fragrant. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

This look in the southern civilized world is definitely a representative of dirty and sloppy, but on the plateau, it is clearly a symbol of prosperity.

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

No one applauded to welcome, but a series of grunting stomach calls were warmer than applause.

"what is this?"

"Too sweet."

"What did Tamil eat outside?"

Tamil didn't speak, but stood in the upper wind, letting the fragrance of his body float farther, and let more people smell his strong king.

Oh no, body fragrance.

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