When Mo Mei and the other two heard Liang Yong say this, they looked surprised, not because they don’t believe it but because they don’t understand it. ** They are not as systematic and profound as the Chinese nation’s understanding of gods. In China, three-year-old children know that God is omnipresent and can be transcended outside the world. After all, it is a question of cultural heritage. This is just a primitive tribe that does not even have words. It is thousands of years behind the Chinese civilization. It would be good to have a worship of gods. Don’t expect them to have more knowledge of gods.

In their eyes, God is just a powerful figure from the sky. Like the iron birds that often fly around in the sky, they are all magical tools they envy and yearn for. So they respect and be grateful to Liang Yong, but they do not respect him, but regard him as close friends, thinking that Liang Yong is no different from them except for his great skills.

Liang Yong found that his statement was not effective, and when they looked at their expressions, they knew that their understanding of God was still at a very shallow level. They had no choice but to ask for helpless words and sat down, and began to teach them a legal education course where God loved the world. Mo Mei and the others heard such a brilliant mythological story for the first time, and were immediately attracted. They looked at Liang Yong one by one, more serious than the primary school students who were humbly taught.

In this case, if a godfather is present, he will definitely be very happy. If there are believers who are so humble in their teachings, he will definitely impart orthodox teachings to them and make them real Christians. Unfortunately, Xiao Liang, we, don’t understand any doctrines. He has heard of traditional Chinese Buddhism and Taoist theories from myths, and has never read a single sutra, and he does not understand the essence of those doctrines. Now he is not talking about any great principles, but mentions Jinghua from many online fantasy novels he has read, compiles mythological stories he likes, and tells them to Mo Mei and others.

Not to mention that this effect is much more vivid and interesting than the Godfather's sermons. Not only Mo Mei and the others can listen to it, but the children playing outside are attracted to them and listen carefully around them, which makes Liang Yong's audience more. (.)

When Liang Yong talked a paragraph, they would ask some childish and funny questions, such as "How did God come from?" "Do God have relatives?" "Do God have wives and children?" "Where God lives and how can he live on?"

These simple questions naturally did not make Liang Yong lose his mind. He continued to make a long speech. After a while, he said that he had dry saliva. He felt dry mouth and picked up the clay pot and drank it. However, the unpleasant smell that had just been delivered to his mouth woke him up. He was so embarrassed that his face turned red. It was not good to put it down immediately, which made people feel more attentive. So he pretended to take a deep breath on the edge of the clay pot with his nose, and then he calmly put it down.

I feel so depressed, damn! I am now giving a lottery speech, but I can’t even provide tea. Is there any lecturer like me like this in the world?

Seeing him doing this, Mo Mei immediately asked curiously: "God of the Good Min, what are you doing?"

"Well, I'm absorbing the spiritual energy from the soup. Everything in the world has spiritual energy. The more precious the food, the more abundant the spiritual energy. For you, you need to eat to fill your stomach, but for me, you just need to absorb the spiritual energy here." Liang Yong said inexplicably, lying without blushing, of course this is not a lie. He can indeed replenish energy by absorbing spiritual energy.

"But you sucked away the spiritual energy inside. Can we still drink this soup?" Mo Mei asked with some regret.

"Of course I can drink it. The spiritual energy I absorb does not conflict with your soup. The substances we absorb are different. After the spiritual energy in the soup is absorbed by me, the nutrition of the soup will not be lost, but will be more delicious." Liang patted his chest to ensure that.

"Oh, the god is really amazing." ****nai sighed sincerely. Everyone's admiration for Liang Yong was even more sincere.

After saying this, they no longer invited Liang Yong to eat food, but just pestered Liang Yong to continue telling stories. Seeing that Liang Yong was tired, they asked him to pick up red clay sauce or black steamed buns to absorb spiritual energy, which made Liang Yong nauseate every time he sucked the sour air in his nose. This treatment was really tormenting.

What made Liang Yong strange was that it was already late at night. Seeing that everyone was still full of energy and had no intention of saying goodbye to go back to sleep. No one was seen in the village. Liang Yong would not have been able to withstand such a long night of suffering if he had not had a super strong body. In the end, he was still weak. Even seeing Mo Mei's beautiful body was sleeping in a drowsy way. No matter how beautiful the beauty was in front of him, he had to have the physical strength to enjoy it.

After a while of this day, Liang Yong's body was intact, and he was excited to see Mo Mei and full of heroism. In fact, his body and spirit were already very tired. Fighting against the violent explosion in the air, he consumed 80% of his true energy, fell from a high altitude and plunged into a sand dune more than ten meters deep, which was even more painful. It took several hours to regain his body's vitality.

He had just come out of the sand dunes to find a place to practice and recover his body, but was encountered by Mo Mei and the others. He has been making trouble until now. When the first light of dawn came from outside the cave, Liang Yong's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he fell down and fell asleep tiredly.

Mo Mei and the others looked at Liang strangely for a few glances, but did not wake him up. The two old nainai led the children out of the cave, while Mo Mei carefully covered Liang's skin, gently stroked Liang's face with her palms, and looked more shy in her expression. She looked at Liang for several minutes before turning around and walking to the cave and covering the wooden door.

In the early morning, a thin layer of mist appeared in the woods, and the breeze blew on its face to bring some moisture in the desert. Mo Mei and the others stood in the yard and looked outside with anticipation on their faces. This was the harvest of the day, and the tribesmen who went out to hunt came back one after another. The first thing that caught their eyes were four or five half-year-old children, who were still the age when they had just started elementary school and needed careful care from their parents, but here they were already good hunters. They saw that there were a lot of rope vines hanging on their shoulders. The boy who was one head taller than others was carrying a dead rabbit in his hand.

He cheered happily from a distance: "nainai, nainai, we caught hares, turtledoves, bird eggs..."

Old Nainai responded happily: "Good boy is awesome! Come in quickly."

The children walked into the yard and placed their trophy on a stone slab. There was a hare, two turtle doves and more than a dozen bird eggs. This was just a very meager harvest outside, but they were just as happy as the festival. You should know that these children went out to set traps and hunt every night, and often could not catch a prey for a few days. This barren land not only had few plants, but also had pitiful few animals.

The children were very happy and talked happily about their hunting scenes around Nainai, but they didn't notice that Nainai who could not move for a long time could walk.

Two more people came back, but there was no gain. They just brought back a few food tuber.

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