"What's wrong with you?"

Luan Zhengwei, who was having fun talking with the leaders of the indigenous tribes, also noticed this side. The strong smell of flower dew was coming, and it was difficult not to pay attention.

But I saw those black men lying on the ground, some of whom had already sat up, rubbed their eyes blankly, some stood there shakingly, turning around in a circle in a daze, and some kneeled on the ground to push others. More and more people were awakened, and the scene was a bit weird.

Li Bai, who was wearing a mask at some time, and Li Feng, who had a complicated expression, were standing nearby, but he didn't look like a melon-eating audience.

“These people are so smelly.”

Li Bai pointed at the guys on the ground.

Whether it is earthy or black, it is still smelly, it is earthy, black and smelly. Can this still be considered a human?

It would be quite polite to knock it down with a random snap of your fingers, otherwise, you would just slash it with one sword, and you would be clean without seeing it.

Li Feng, who took Li Bai's flower dew, sprayed it on himself without saying a word.

To be honest, he was almost vomited.

That bad smell comes to your face and will have nightmares.

The taste of the Tuhehe people is more striking than the curry smell of Asans.

Only these black people have never heard of it and are instinctively selectively ignore it. Otherwise, they may not be able to stand it if they change their positions with Li Bai and Li Feng.

"Kobayashi, go and ask about the situation!"

Luan Zhengwei sued the tribe leaders and asked the only translator here to help Li Bai and the others communicate.

After a while, the situation was cleared. Those who admired and admired the turtlemen wanted to lift Li Bai up and march to celebrate in their way, and at least they had to turn two circles on the mountain.

As a result, the language was blocked, which angered the "Chinese wizard". He snapped his fingers and then lay all over the ground. Fortunately, these people on the ground seemed to have just had a sleep and did not leave any sequelae.

As for Li Bai's dislike of these turtle sensations, the translator Kobayashi and Luan Zhengwei mentioned it simply, and then he said to the tribe leaders that it was a misunderstanding caused by language barriers.

Frightened by Li Bai's power of snapping his fingers, these tribal leaders were too late to worship and would get angry. They immediately walked outside the shed and scolded him, which basically meant that you idiots dared to collide with noble guests, and they all had to spank when they turned around.

The tribal leaders came forward to save a lot of trouble from the Chinese people. The impulsive and reckless damn men gradually calmed down and looked fearful and terrified.

He offended China and had little personnel, but angered a great wizard with high magic power, which may bring disaster to himself and the entire tribe.

After the tribal leaders scolded him angrily, the outside of the shed quickly knelt all over the ground and shivered.

"Forget it, let me forgive you if you have to forgive me. Li Bai, it's almost done!"

Luan Zhengwei did not ask Xiaolin to translate this sentence, but said it directly to Li Bai.

Look, we have already kneeled down, and it is not appropriate to continue chasing and fighting hard. We have to show a generous attitude. After all, we are a big country, so it is wrong to bully children.

Carrots in one hand and big sticks in the other hand are the normal operations for rabbits in the flower farm. The sticks have just been beaten, so remember to give carrots.

"All right!"

Li Bai shrugged his shoulders, and the leader's face must be given.

He recited a small spell and waved it casually, and invisible power swept out. In a blink of an eye, the black people kneeling all over the ground and stood up.

From near to far, the rhythm of standing up rows is very similar to the waves. Anyone with a little brain can see that those who stand up cannot help themselves.

So there is only one answer, the Chinese wizard with powerful magic power casts spells.

Luan Zhengwei sighed and said, "Xiao Li's hypnosis is really amazing!"

He had read Li Bai's personal detailed information and knew that this young psychiatrist could hypnosis, but he never cared about it. After all, there were more people who knew hypnosis, and it was not just doctors who could master it. If amateurs were included, the number of this group would be even greater.

"It's a spell!"

Li Bai corrected his leader's prejudice. Hypnosis is not a big pot, and everything can be put into it.

"Oh, spell, spell! Kobayashi, please help me remember it."

Although Luan Zhengwei was very serious in words, he looked dissatisfied.

You say it is a spell, it is a spell, it is OK to say it is a magical technique. It seems that there is an online writer in the military camp. Sometimes imagination is also a weapon, and it can be edited at will. As long as you can scare these indigenous black people, you can definitely remember it!

Luan Zhengwei's perfunctory attitude made Li Bai speechless. He found that the people around him had completely messed up their understanding of spells and hypnosis. They often regarded spells as hypnosis and hypnosis as spells, which made people unable to argue.

Seeing the leader's attitude, the translator Kobayashi took out his small notebook and also wrote a perfunctory note. He also served as the young clerk around Zhengwei.

The black people surrounding the shed gradually dispersed, as if nothing had happened, Luan Zhengwei led the translator Kobayashi to continue chatting and laughing with the tribe leaders.

This is a daily public relations business.

The Chinese peacekeeping troops have come from thousands of miles away. It will be a very terrible thing to be unfamiliar with the place for a long time, so they need friends, even if they are false.

-

The last ray of sunlight sank into the horizon, the bonfire on the top of the mountain got up early, and the carnival arrived as scheduled.

In the eyes of Chinese people, it seems too early to celebrate now.

After all, I spent so much time all day, and only rained for only half an hour, and the rain did not cover further places. For the drought that affected the entire Somalia and several neighboring countries, it was not even a drop in the bucket. There was no difference between having and not having it.

These turtle men were wasting their energy without considering gains and losses. Now they were stupid and stupid. If it still didn't rain, some of them would be watched.

If you continue to mess around like today, can’t you live a life?!

This kind of activity that only input but no output is a worse problem for Africans who have not saved much. Not to mention small tribes, even larger tribes, if they force them to do it again, they will probably have to disband.

But these damn men don’t care about it. They have drunk today and don’t care about what they will be tomorrow. They have no risk resistance at all. Therefore, when they encounter natural disasters and man-made disasters, they are all kinds of human tragedies, and they don’t even have the capital to save themselves.

Once a famine occurs, these dams will wait for international rescue with peace of mind, eat other people's food without spending money on their own. That's great.

When you have the opportunity to go abroad, you will be beaten to your passport and you will never leave from now on.

It is because of this that the turtle men are so annoying.

-

Next to the bonfire, there are many figures.

The black people mixed together regardless of tribes, sang and danced, and the songs spread from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, and from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

All the strong cows sacrificed by the Tagoma tribe turned into large pieces of barbecue, and the aroma of meat filled the air.

The barbecue skills of these mortals are not that good. The surface is charred and there is still blood inside, which is half uncooked.

Especially at the deepest point, the heat is not transferred in at all, it is completely raw meat.

But those black people didn't care at all. They just used a knife to separate them and chop them up, sprinkled with some salt, and stirred them casually without washing their hands. They distributed them to men, women, young and old people of the same tribe, and served them with rice or bread, and ate them randomly.

It is because of this eating habit that many black children have big belly but thin limbs and look malnourished. In fact, they are full of parasites, so it is often difficult for such children to grow up.

Therefore, if many indigenous tribes do not try their best to have children, the premature death rate alone can make them die naturally.

The dicks were full of blood and shredded pork, but they were still happy, at least they could eat enough!

The Chinese still ate their own food and rejected the offerings of those indigenous tribes.

In the former's opinion, even if the food in the latter is carefully prepared, it is quite dangerous. Once you are caught in a strange parasite or toxin, it is like being cursed by witchcraft, and it is not easy to treat.

Although black literary and artistic activities are lively and can bring rhythm and atmosphere. You may feel exciting on the first day of enjoying it, but the second and third time, it feels like canned lunch meat. If you eat too much, you will feel tired of it, and that's it.

Only the dim and black who are seriously lacking in mental entertainment will enjoy it.

The Americans who returned to the top of the mountain with large boxes did not touch the food of the indigenous tribes. They would rather eat military rations that make people live without desire than touch those weird things that look suspicious, smell very suspicious, and taste even more suspicious, maybe the meat of monkeys or orangutans?

It feels like eating people, which is particularly disgusting.

The Chinese people continued to release poison outside in the camp. Yesterday was hot pot, and today was a hodgepodge. In addition to the cold beer, there was also cold red wine.

The insulated box is not expensive, but the insulation effect is unusually good. Even after opening it every day, the ice inside has not completely melted, and the food remains fresh as it was when it was put in.

The same does not accept food from the natives, but it causes two completely different reactions.

The Chinese people don’t want food from indigenous tribes, which makes the natives very depressed and feel that their food is far from worthy of those indigenous people; while the Americans make the natives extremely angry, and the other party must be looking down on them and refuses to accept their kindness.

The American archaeological team felt very wronged because the truth was the opposite. Although the food of the natives could not satisfy them, the Chinese were the ones who really looked down on the natives.

With sufficient food support, the fun on the hill continued until the second half of the night, and then the song ended and everyone dispersed.

Soon, all kinds of snoring sounds came one after another.

Bang!~~~

Suddenly a gunshot broke the silence in the sleep.

Alyssa, who was lying in the tent with clothes, suddenly opened her eyes.

"Here you come!"
Chapter completed!