Thinking of the village chiefs and the others behind her, Jin Qing turned around and said, "You guys, transform!" She would rather have a quick fight with these bastards than play with these idiots every day from now on.
What did the village chief "" change into?
The villagers are so good, why do they want to transform!
Looking at the pure and unpretentious faces of this group of people, Jin Qing asked, "Why do I care about this group of people? Isn't this something that I can't live with myself?"
After taking a few deep breaths and forcing himself to calm down, Jin Qing looked at the village chief fiercely, "That one over there, if you want to eat it, you can take it back and bake it." If that doesn't work, I can help you bake it.
The village chief glanced at Meng hanging on the big tree in the distance, and looked at Jin Qing in surprise: "You can eat people!"
Looking at the village chief's expression as if struck by lightning, Jin Qing said, "Didn't you just gather around me to eat roasted human meat?"
The village chief's backbiting made Jin Qing even more irritated. She felt as if she had been tricked and even took off my pants. You actually started to play innocent with me.
Jin Qing looked at the village chief's shocked and filthy face, and subconsciously wanted to take action, but was stopped by 707: "Host, women have a very high status in the Jiaize clan, so regardless of age, women
None of them will appear on the menu of the Jiaze clan." So, don't touch the host, these Jiaze clan people are all immortal weaklings, and they can tangle with you to the end of the world.
When Jin Qing heard this, his face twitched twice unconsciously. This is the evil matriarchal society.
707 This is not how the sentence "" is used!
Afterwards, Jin Qing stopped talking to the village chief and turned around to leave. If she stayed here any longer, she would burst a blood vessel sooner or later!
When the village chief saw Jin Qing turning around and heading home, he knew there would be no more fun today, so he turned around and arranged for the surrounding villagers to go home for dinner.
As for Meng hanging leisurely on the tree, she did not attract anyone's attention.
Although they do not eat women, they will not take the initiative to do anything for these women who are not their own tribe.
Otherwise, after millions of years, the entire Jiaize clan would not end up where it is today with only a few women existing and most of them growing old alone.
707 turned around in the sea of consciousness of Jin Qing, quietly admiring the scene where everyone ignored Meng and went home. He felt very emotional in his heart. No wonder the population of Jiaze family has not exceeded 300 people for so many years. Such a person with low emotional intelligence,
It's almost on par with his host.
This kind of virtue should be properly cultivated in solitary life.
Just when everyone was about to go back to their homes, Doctor Ji's ecstatic shouts came from behind.
Doctor Ji, the doctor, is actually the same as the village chief, and is inherited by fixed skills. His profession was called "witch doctor" in ancient times, but now it is called "doctor".
Although his fighting power is only slightly better than that of the women, he has the best memory and the largest brain capacity among the clan, and is therefore envied and respected by the entire clan.
Seeing that there was going to be fun again, the villagers who had already walked away rushed back in a hurry, fearing that they would miss any of the highlights.
Doctor Ji's adaptability is indeed much better than Jin Qing's. In full view of everyone, Doctor Ji shook the small yellow paper bag in his hand: "Patriarch, patriarch, I just invented a very easy-to-use golden sore medicine that can stop bleeding."
very good!"
Jin Qing, who was walking home, stopped and turned around in surprise. The words "Golden Sore Medicine" seemed to have something to do with it.
Somewhat familiar.
Doctor Ji didn't notice Jin Qing, who was approaching him. He was telling the village chief how effective the golden sore medicine was.
He vividly described the previous dramatic scene, where his family just carried Meng into the house and called him up to save others.
Seeing Meng's head covered with blood and her arm broken, Doctor Ji quickly put on his shoes and got out of bed to look for medicine.
Unexpectedly, the medicine had not been found yet. As soon as Dr. Ji got up, he found a paper bag on the bedside that "he" had put there at some time.
Doctor Ji took out his pocket and smelled it, and found that it smelled like styptic powder.
Although he couldn't remember exactly when he put a packet of medicine on the bedside, Doctor Ji took a little powder and sprinkled it on Meng's wound.
After hearing Meng's heart-rending scream, her wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Only then did Dr. Ji discover that "he" had actually produced a medicinal powder with such good effects.
So when Meng left the door, Dr. Ji carefully took the powder and rushed out to find the village chief, wanting to share this joy with the village chief.
As "witch doctors", every time they invent a new medicine, they will sign their name and date, and put it into the inheritance for future generations to use and worship.
This is a great honor for them.
When the witch doctor said that the medicine was so effective, the village chief was obviously very happy and asked, "How did you invent it?"
Doctor Ji's cheeks turned red with excitement, "I forgot."
The village chief was stunned, but he was still happy in his heart. "It's okay. Do you still remember the recipe?"
Doctor Ji tried hard to recall it, and then gently shook his head at the village chief, "I forgot about it too!"
The village chief smiled and patted Doctor Ji's shoulder, "It doesn't matter, that's not important." As long as people are still around, the medicine will be invented sooner or later.
Doctor Ji also happily smiled at the village chief, "That's right!" He believed that if he could make it once, he would be able to make it a second time.
Jin Qing, who finally saw the medicine bag in Doctor Ji's hand, said, "Can you still want to lose face? Your conscience won't hurt if you seize the fruits of my labor!"
707 secretly bared his teeth. This is torture from the soul!
But thinking that her nerves had never been normal since she met these people, Jin Qing stood there and began to grind her teeth. She was not afraid of having sex with them openly and openly.
But when faced with the looks in the eyes of the village chief and villagers that said, "I treat you as one of my own, you should become a happy idiot with us", Jin Qing felt a strong sense of frustration.
707 looked at Jin Qing's trembling face and asked doubtfully, "Host, what are you thinking about?"
Jin Qing replied categorically, "I want to die!" This feeling of not being able to do anything really made her miserable.
707, who felt like he was being criticized, "Shouldn't it have spoken just now?"
Underworld
He threw the mission in his hand to the ground and complained to the judge, "I really almost fell on this bastard this time."
The judge didn't care about the tasker on the ground. He just looked at the unlucky look and felt a little happy. "Meet him?"
Nodding, "I met you!"
The judge began to snicker, "What a loss!" Being able to escape unharmed means that the other party can still communicate, which is a good thing. Thinking of the village chief and the others behind him, Jin Qing turned around fiercely, "You guys transform!" She would rather talk to him.
It would be better to have a good fight with these bastards than to play with these idiots every day from now on.
What did the village chief "" change into?
The villagers are so good, why do they want to transform!
Looking at the pure and unpretentious faces of this group of people, Jin Qing asked, "Why do I care about this group of people? Isn't this something that I can't live with myself?"
After taking a few deep breaths and forcing himself to calm down, Jin Qing looked at the village chief fiercely, "That one over there, if you want to eat it, you can take it back and bake it." If that doesn't work, I can help you bake it.
The village chief glanced at Meng hanging on the big tree in the distance, and looked at Jin Qing in surprise: "You can eat people!"
Looking at the village chief's expression as if struck by lightning, Jin Qing said, "Didn't you just gather around me to eat roasted human meat?"
The village chief's backbiting made Jin Qing even more irritated. She felt as if she had been tricked and even took off my pants. You actually started to play innocent with me.
Jin Qing looked at the village chief's shocked and filthy face, and subconsciously wanted to take action, but was stopped by 707: "Host, women have a very high status in the Jiaize clan, so regardless of age, women
None of them will appear on the menu of the Jiaze clan." So, don't touch the host, these Jiaze clan people are all immortal weaklings, and they can tangle with you to the end of the world.
When Jin Qing heard this, his face twitched twice unconsciously. This is the evil matriarchal society.
707 This is not how the sentence "" is used!
Afterwards, Jin Qing stopped talking to the village chief and turned around to leave. If she stayed here any longer, she would burst a blood vessel sooner or later!
When the village chief saw Jin Qing turning around and heading home, he knew there would be no more fun today, so he turned around and arranged for the surrounding villagers to go home for dinner.
As for Meng hanging leisurely on the tree, she did not attract anyone's attention.
Although they do not eat women, they will not take the initiative to do anything for these women who are not their own tribe.
Otherwise, after millions of years, the entire Jiaize clan would not end up where it is today with only a few women existing and most of them growing old alone.
707 turned around in the sea of consciousness of Jin Qing, quietly admiring the scene where everyone ignored Meng and went home. He felt very emotional in his heart. No wonder the population of Jiaze family has not exceeded 300 people for so many years. Such a person with low emotional intelligence,
It's almost on par with his host.
This kind of virtue should be properly cultivated in solitary life.
Just when everyone was about to go back to their homes, Doctor Ji's ecstatic shouts came from behind.
Doctor Ji, the doctor, is actually the same as the village chief, and is inherited by fixed skills. His profession was called "witch doctor" in ancient times, but now it is called "doctor".
Although his fighting power is only slightly better than that of the women, he has the best memory and the largest brain capacity among the clan, and is therefore envied and respected by the entire clan.
Seeing that there was going to be fun again, the villagers who had already walked away rushed back in a hurry, fearing that they would miss any of the highlights.
Doctor Ji's adaptability is indeed much better than Jin Qing's. In full view of everyone, Doctor Ji shook the small yellow paper bag in his hand: "Patriarch, patriarch, I just invented a very easy-to-use golden sore medicine that can stop bleeding."
very good!"
Jin Qing, who was walking home, stopped and turned around in surprise. The words "Golden Sore Medicine" seemed to have something to do with it.
Somewhat familiar.
Doctor Ji didn't notice Jin Qing, who was approaching him. He was telling the village chief how effective the golden sore medicine was.
He vividly described the previous dramatic scene, where his family just carried Meng into the house and called him up to save others.
Seeing Meng's head covered with blood and her arm broken, Doctor Ji quickly put on his shoes and got out of bed to look for medicine.
Unexpectedly, the medicine had not been found yet. As soon as Dr. Ji got up, he found a paper bag on the bedside that "he" had put there at some time.
Doctor Ji took out his pocket and smelled it, and found that it smelled like styptic powder.
Although he couldn't remember exactly when he put a packet of medicine on the bedside, Doctor Ji took a little powder and sprinkled it on Meng's wound.
After hearing Meng's heart-rending scream, her wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Only then did Dr. Ji discover that "he" had actually produced a medicinal powder with such good effects.
So when Meng left the door, Dr. Ji carefully took the powder and rushed out to find the village chief, wanting to share this joy with the village chief.
As "witch doctors", every time they invent a new medicine, they will sign their name and date, and put it into the inheritance for future generations to use and worship.
This is a great honor for them.
When the witch doctor said that the medicine was so effective, the village chief was obviously very happy and asked, "How did you invent it?"
Doctor Ji's cheeks turned red with excitement, "I forgot."
The village chief was stunned, but he was still happy in his heart. "It's okay. Do you still remember the recipe?"
Doctor Ji tried hard to recall it, and then gently shook his head at the village chief, "I forgot about it too!"
The village chief smiled and patted Doctor Ji's shoulder, "It doesn't matter, that's not important." As long as people are still around, the medicine will be invented sooner or later.
Doctor Ji also happily smiled at the village chief, "That's right!" He believed that if he could make it once, he would be able to make it a second time.
Jin Qing, who finally saw the medicine bag in Doctor Ji's hand, said, "Can you still want to lose face? Your conscience won't hurt if you seize the fruits of my labor!"
707 secretly bared his teeth. This is torture from the soul!
But thinking that her nerves had never been normal since she met these people, Jin Qing stood there and began to grind her teeth. She was not afraid of having sex with them openly and openly.
But when faced with the looks in the eyes of the village chief and villagers that said, "I treat you as one of my own, you should become a happy idiot with us", Jin Qing felt a strong sense of frustration.
707 looked at Jin Qing's trembling face and asked doubtfully, "Host, what are you thinking about?"
Jin Qing replied categorically, "I want to die!" This feeling of not being able to do anything really made her miserable.
707, who felt like he was being criticized, "Shouldn't it have spoken just now?"
Underworld
He threw the mission in his hand to the ground and complained to the judge, "I really almost fell on this bastard this time."
The judge didn't care about the tasker on the ground. He just looked at the unlucky look and felt a little happy. "Meet him?"
Nodding, "I met you!"
The judge began to snicker, "What a loss!" Being able to escape unscathed shows that the other party can still communicate, which is a good thing.
