MTL - I Built An Empire And You’re Telling Me That I Wasn’t Transmigrated?-~ Chapter 67 Hunting Humans, Turmoil in the Temporary Camp

"It made the king laugh."

Jiang Yaoxi apologized rather helplessly.

These tribesmen are just born and are curious about everything.

The king is the lord of the Xu Kingdom, and even the lord of the Nuwa Clan.

These newly born Nuwa clansmen were at their most curious. Facing the supreme king, they naturally couldn't restrain the impulse in their hearts and wanted to find out.

In fact, Jiang Yaoxi is also quite curious......

What race is the king, and what is the difference from the Nuwa clan?

If the king and the Nuwa clan combine, can they give birth to stronger offspring.

But she is not one of those immature little girls who are frizzy and do not know how to be reserved.

Hmph, as the God of Life of the Nuwa tribe, a mature Nuwa tribe member, she has a complete plan.

For example, first leave a deep and good impression on Yang Xu!

Just like this time, he not only demonstrated his own ability, but also demonstrated the strength of the Nuwa clan, ensuring the status of the Nuwa clan in Xu Country.

after.......

The corners of Jiang Yaoxi's pink, cherry-like lips were slightly raised, and her smile became more holy, like an undesecrated Virgin.

Yang Xu tidied up his messy clothes, feeling helpless towards these overly active Nuwa people, he smiled and said, "That's all."

He's not going to bother with a group of curious kids.

Although from a physical point of view, they are very mature.

very mature.

But the personality is mostly the same as a child.

"But you still have to pay attention in the future."

"You can't do this kind of thing in public."

Yang Xu's voice changed, and he exhorted the poor Nuwa people with a solemn expression.

In the past five years since he came to the wilderness, although he has been very open-minded in this regard.

He also doesn't dislike the enthusiastic and lively Nuwa people.

But as a king, the lord of a country, he still has to pay attention to his image. Being hugged and touched by a group of beautiful girls in public, it is true that it somewhat affects the image of the king.

"Well~~"

People of the Nuwa tribe should be respectful.

But their pretty faces were full of disappointment, as if they were quite disappointed that they could not study the difference between the king and the Nuwa people.

"King, is it okay if you don't appear in public?"

Suddenly someone's mind opened up, and a unique perspective put forward a different view.

"Wow, my sister is so smart. Wang only said that you can't do it in public, but it should be fine if you don't do it in public."

"Hee hee, so that's the case."

The Nuwa people who were still lost just now became lively again, their eyes lit up and they wanted to arrest Yang Xu and study it immediately, and Yang Xu couldn't laugh or cry.

He interrupted the discussion of the Nuwa people, and warned with a stern face: "You can't do it when there is no one."

"Oh~~~"

All the Nuwa people sighed in disappointment.

Yang Xu shook his head amusedly.

This contact made Yang Xu realize for the first time that the Nuwa tribe was different.

A bunch of curious guys.

He even somewhat understood why the ancestors of the Nuwa clan thought of transplanting the skeleton of the Thunder Beast into other creatures.

Maybe it's just pure curiosity!

Maybe even just for fun?

Thinking of this, Yang Xu looked at Jiang Yaoxi more tenderly and more satisfied.

Fortunately, the newly born Nuwa clan are not all unreliable children, but also mature and reliable goddesses.

In order to prevent these overly active Nuwa people from continuing to do things that affect the image of the king, Yang Xu told Jiang Yaoxi to take them to the camp to rest and prepare their houses by the way.

Because of the unique requirements of the Nuwa people for houses, their residences can only be built by themselves.

Not long after the Nuwa tribe left, Qingqiu Ziyue and others came here.

Facing Yang Xu's call, Qingqiu Ziyue was extremely excited.

It was just written on the pretty face: Ziyue is amazing, just tell me, Wang, they can't wait any longer.

Yun Xiao and Bei Yao were extremely calm.

Yun Xiao said nothing.

Bei Yao said hello gently.

When the three of them came here, Yang Xu directly stated the purpose of summoning them.

It is said that it is to purify one's own blood and strengthen one's strength.

Qingqiu Ziyue jumped up first.

Her eyes were shining, two red clouds appeared on her face, she raised her slender arms high, and cheered bouncingly: "I, I, Wang, help Ziyue purify her blood, Ziyue is going to become super super! sharp."

"Hee hee, no monster can bully the king anymore."

Yun Xiao was still indifferent, but his eyes were particularly bright.

He knelt down on one knee, with his right arm folded in front of his chest, and said in a hoarse voice, "Let my king tell you."

Bei Yao smiled softly, bowed and saluted, and said joyfully, "Thank you for the gift, Your Majesty."

Yang Xu nodded slightly, and led the three of them to the secret room of the cave where the Nuwa clan was created.

He took out the ancient bronze book and opened the bloodline to advance.

A mysterious and holy blood light emanated from the ancient bronze book, covering the three of them like a bright moon. The three of them were groggy, but fell asleep in a moment. The blood light condensed and turned into a blood-colored cocoon exuding dense luster, like a blood-colored mist, wrapping them in it.

So far, the ancient bronze book has regained its divine light and returned to peace.

But when Xu Country was thriving and the situation was good, the temporary camp of the victims had fallen into turmoil.

The news brought by the radio comforted some people, but also filled others with crisis and anxiety.

The rescue operation is in trouble!

Stick to it!

Waiting for rescue!

However, how to persevere when there is insufficient food and drinking water?

This is something that must be considered.

Drinking water is still easy, look for a stream nearby, or boil the rainwater directly. But there is only water, and it is impossible for people to persist, and there must be food.

Looking for fruit?

Of course not.

The surrounding area is full of vegetation that has never been seen before. Who knows what can be eaten and what will kill people if eaten.

No one wants to be Shennong, and no one wants to try.

Even if they are not poisoned to death, this is a desert island, there is no doctor, no medicine, and getting sick is a terrible thing.

Hunting beasts?

That is naturally impossible.

Too dangerous.

It's better to hunt humans and plunder resources!

In times of turmoil, morality and law crumble, and some lay ferocious eyes on their weaker companions.

For example, the rare yellow race among the victims!

Beaches, makeshift camps.

A brown-black Indian with ecstatic face ran towards a simple tent by the sea.

Before he came to the tent far away, he couldn't help shouting loudly.

"Master, master, good news, there is news of the rescue team."

In front of the tent, sat a Indian with a Western face, black hair, and brown eyes.

His name is Vigal Rava Stotan.

A seemingly ordinary, UU reading www.uukanshu.com but not ordinary Tianzhu.

His father was a very powerful gangster.

In the name of God, he does a lot of evil.

Human trafficking, robbery and murder, all kinds of crimes.

Born in such an environment, Vegal learned his father's cruelty and arrogance.

His eyes turned slightly, his deep eyes were like a lone wolf, giving people a strong sense of oppression, as if he had been targeted by a fierce beast. As his father said, he is the son of a wolf, a hunter by nature, destined to dominate on the white bones.

Inherited his father's power and position.

Facing Vegal's gaze, the servant who hurried over was sweating coldly on his forehead.

He knelt down in front of Virgar with a plop, reached out tremblingly and stroked Virgal's heel, and then touched his own head to show respect. This is the traditional etiquette of Tianzhu to show respect and reverence for each other.

Usually, juniors give this gift to their elders, servants to their masters, or people of high esteem.

After visiting, the servant reported everything he had heard to Vegal truthfully.

After finishing speaking, he said joyfully, "Master, we can finally go back."

"Thank you Shiva, thank you gods, it is their will that guards the great master."

Vegal didn't speak, but just stared at the cheering crowd on the beach with his eyes, like a hungry wolf staring at its prey.

Because this is not good news!

For him at least, the news was terrible.

Wait?

The food is almost running out, why wait?

Virgal shook his neck, his neck bones snapping.

He looked away from the cheering crowd, and said coldly: "Go and call them all."