wild star

Chapter 38
Approaching, Zhao Yanling could smell the strange medicinal smell emanating from the wooden barrel.

Sanchez said to him, "You take a shower first, and then you go in and see the high priest."

Seeing that he was about to leave, Zhao Yanling hurriedly asked him to stay: "Who will translate for me when you leave?"

Sanchez was taken aback when he heard the words, and then smiled meaningfully: "The high priest is different from what you imagined, she is a wise person."

These words made Zhao Yanling think of an old witch with a face like dead tree bark, lifeless, with only two dead fish eyes shining with lust.

The aborigines in the American continent are mostly Indians or mixed races.There is a big gap between the genes of the matrilineal clan and the patriarchal clan. Judging from the good looks of Meyer and Sanchez, Anika may be a matrilineal clan.With the development of time, the young and strong have now become the main force of hunting and labor, and have frequent contact with the outside world, gradually becoming a patriarchal tribe.Let's hope their High Priest doesn't look hideous.

Looking left and right, no one noticed, Lao Zhao put his glasses outside, took off his clothes and put them into the wooden barrel. He found that the water temperature was just right, not sticky at all, and the herbs inside were not bad at all.The wound gradually felt itchy, and he speculated that the herbal medicine might have antiseptic and anti-inflammatory effects.

The female water friends headed by Bensi Scarlett kept posting barrages, asking Zhao Yanling to wear glasses to take a bath, because people who have been here are not afraid of needle eyes...

After washing and dressing neatly, Zhao Yanling put on her glasses and entered Mulenzi.Unknown animal bones and teeth are hung on the wooden wall, which acts like a screen. When the wind blows, you can smell the special fragrance from the room.Turning the corner, the room was brightly lit, and he saw a woman in a toga with long sleeves facing away from him. The clothes were colorful, embroidered with the sun, moon, stars and various incomprehensible mysterious pictures and texts.

Her blouse was huge, like a one-piece dress, with two straight, slender, healthy-colored legs exposed.

Zhao Yanling was stunned, and the high priest turned his head when he heard the sound.Her head is neatly bundled with patterned cloth and neatly arranged backwards, decorated with brightly colored bird feathers.The eyebrows are very dark, they should have been modified, and the corners of the eyebrows are narrow and long.Double eyelids, big and bright eyes, the color of pupils Zhao Yanling has never seen before, very charming.The face is not like the broad face of ordinary aboriginal women, with plump skin, straight nose and upturned mouth.

This is the native high priest?
"Who told me that Indians don't produce beautiful women? Come out, and I promise not to kill you."

"Jiuxinwan, I need quick-acting Jiuxinwan!"

She has three white and green lines drawn on each cheek, which is not only beautiful, but also full of wildness and mystery, with a strong exotic style.Where have all the men, including Zhao Yanling, seen this?

The high priest smiled, showing his neat and white teeth: "Come here."

He spoke English with a slightly hoarse voice.In a world where looks are king, anything this face says is charming.

"Drunk, I'm drunk."

"Old Zhao, who has suffered a thousand knives, has caught up with all good things!"

"Hey, what's so good, barbarian daughter! Look at her so dark, she's not as big and white as me, I guarantee Lao Zhao will be satisfied!"

Old Zhao's face changed color, and he was uncertain: If it was just an indescribable process, he didn't care, and it would be nothing if he could leave by sacrificing his appearance; No matter how good-looking he is, he is not happy...

Walking over hesitantly, the high priest pointed to the mat on the ground: "Lie down!"

This sentence is relatively complicated and uncommon. Zhao Yanling took a moment to understand it, and then hesitated even more.Some water friends translated her words, and the live broadcast room was blown up!

The room administrator is already hesitating, whether to play a full-screen mosaic now to block all strange sounds?
Everyone was thinking wrongly. When Zhao Yanling was lying on the mat, the high priest took out some tools and paints.He felt a slight pain in his back, as if the high priest was stabbing him with a needle.

Looking back, Shuiyou also understood that the high priest was tattooing Lao Zhao.

Zhao Yanling deliberately stopped him: "Stop it, if my dad finds out about my tattoo, he will break my leg!"

The high priest didn't even raise his head: "The adult males in my tribe are all brave warriors, think again!"

In a word, Zhao Yanling died down.Compared with life, what is a broken leg?He humiliated: "If you have to get tattoos, you must not tattoo them on your face, even if you kill me!"

He knew some tribes had such wicked tastes!

The high priest didn't speak, and continued to toss behind his back.There was a nice smell on her body, like a hair touching Zhao Yanling's nose.The little hand walks behind the back, the muscle can feel its temperature, and the needle tip does not feel painful.

The skin was painful but itchy, and I fell asleep without knowing it.When night fell and the tattoos came to an end, when Zhao Yanling woke up, the high priest was missing.

There was a beautifully carved mirror framed in brass.Zhao Yanling turned her body away, there was only slight redness and swelling behind her, but no color was visible, doubts arose in her heart.Anika men are all colorful, and now that he thinks about it, he realizes that Meyer has no tattoos.If you go back to Panshanling dyed with flowers, the folks will inevitably gossip, no color is just right!
Sanchez took him to eat something and went with the large party to the highlands.

There is a circle of stones on the ground, and a bonfire is piled inside.Tattoos are boring during the day, so Zhao Yanling turned off the live broadcast, and now that there is such a lively dance party, of course the water friends should be open-minded.

The women stand at the outermost edge and dance with hands and feet, singing strange tunes, while the young and strong inside kneel on the ground to pray and prostrate themselves.No matter what kind of ceremony, a large number of people will give people a sense of shock.

"I got goosebumps when I saw it, does it really have some kind of energy?"

"The energy of the fart, the opening ceremony of the [-] Olympic Games, my hair stood on end!"

Meyer got up and threw something into the fire, and the flames suddenly burst into flames.All the young and strong stood up straight, clapped their hands and slapped their bodies, their movements were uniform, and they shouted again and again.

Sanchez beckoned to Zhao Yanling to let him in.

"You learn to dance the God of War dance with them."

The most taboo of being a human being is ignorance of flattery, so Zhao Yanling asked Chu Tong, who was not qualified to participate, to wear the glasses, and walked into the circle by herself.

When people high-five, he high-fives.When others slapped, he followed suit.Gradually, he sort of figured out the way, compared with Bairi and Meyer, and found that the God of War dance is actually a way of fighting, and it also has the shadow of modern fighting.It can be seen that this tribe is quite enlightened.Even Gu Changqing felt that the traditional Bajiquan moves were out of date with the times, so he secretly practiced with Sanda, but he never dared to let his father know about it.

The simple movements are gone, and the combination of hands and legs has increased.He had never danced before, and he was a little awkward at first, but gradually he found the feeling, the blood in his body seemed to be boiling, and he no longer regarded himself as a clown.

At this time Sanchez brought a drink and asked him to drink it.Meyer came over again, kicking sideways in front of him, making a please gesture.

For those who have not been specially trained, it is difficult to overcome the instinct to imitate such movements.Huaguo's martial arts training methods are actually a process of overcoming the original instinct and turning the style of play into the existing instinct.Zhao Yanling felt so excited that she didn't think about the consequences of the fall at all.

The dance became smoother and smoother, in line with the rhythm of the women outside singing scriptures, Zhao Yanling felt a fire burning in his body.On the way, he drank another glass of the drink and was assigned to his private room until late.

Perhaps out of care, for fear that he would not be used to sleeping on the ground, a camp bed was placed inside the wooden board.Zhao Yanling was confused when she lay down.

The dance is so exciting, no wonder the natives like to dance...

In a daze, he smelled a familiar aroma.

He felt that he was on the delicate sandy beach, where saddle vines and all kinds of indescribable wild flowers were growing vigorously, and the soft and warm waves rushed over his body one after another, as comfortable as he wanted.Afterwards, he returned to Panshan Ridge. It was the most sunny season, and the clear sky above Nanwazi was intoxicating...

(End of this chapter)