Food Hunter

It's strange, what's the blame?

Haven't seen any outsiders for a long time, so you have seen them before?

A flash of surprise flashed in Luo's eyes, stopping Bruna from trying to stretch out her tentacles to build a communication channel for the two of them.

Bruna's dark eyes swayed, and she was puzzled, and she didn't have the next move.

"Are you the clan chief?" Luo asked.

The patriarch nodded.

"You can speak lingua franca," Luo said.

The patriarch nodded again.

The first sentence is a doubtful tone, and the second sentence is a positive tone.

Finally, Luo continued to ask: "Where is the blame?"

The patriarch thought for a moment, then replied: "I'm not afraid of death."

Bruna was very relieved to see the patriarch and Luo Zai communicate without hindrance. She has been wondering why the language of two apparently very similar species can't communicate?

The patriarch has come into contact with humans from the Six Continents.

Luo was so sure, and then he didn't continue to ask, moved the bowl in his hand, smiled and said, "It won't taste good when it's cold, try it."

The patriarch took a deep look at Luo, laughed a few times, then took the bowl, opened his mouth, moved his palm, and under Luo's surprised gaze, he threw a bowl of meat into his mouth.

Very bold way of eating.

I don't know what technique the patriarch used, even if his mouth is filled with meat, he can still speak clearly.

He remembered: "Someone told me that meat should be eaten with a big mouthful, and it should be drunk with a kind of water. He asked me to drink it. It was wonderful."

After all, it was an unimproved lingua franca, and the patriarch did not speak well, and Luo could barely understand it.

He raised his hand, took out a small pot of monkey wine from Lin Nie from the black cat space, opened the lid, the rich aroma of wine overflowed, and asked the patriarch's words: "Is it this kind of water?"

The patriarch stared at the slap-sized reed pot in a daze, unable to speak, and could only nod his head.

He wanted to say that he had forgotten how long ago it was the water he had drunk. Without the pot of fragrance in front of him, even if he hadn't tasted it with his tongue, he could guess that it would be better water.

Well, that is wine, but in the patriarch's cognition it is water, and it is also something that only exists in long-term memory.

In fact, living here on a clan-by-clan basis does not need to replenish water, because they have about fifty star stones, which can keep them with sufficient water in their bodies, and there are many streams and lakes in the underground world, but they are just away from here. The place is still far away.

Because of the dense hair and beard, Luo couldn't see the expression of the patriarch, but he felt the patriarch's complex mood at close range, and then he passed the reed pot.

"Thank you."

The patriarch thanked him. He didn't take the reed pot right away, but took out a one-foot-long stone box from the heavy clothes and placed it carefully beside him, then took the reed pot and took a sip.

Cold, very cold, it can be said to be cold.

The physique of each group tends to be the heat source, and the alcohol is cold, not to mention the monkey wine.

However, it is this kind of coolness that is unique to each family.

Is it possible that you still want to blow on the heating in the middle of summer?

The patriarch narrowed his eyes, followed the coolness that rolled from his throat to the stomach, indulging in it, and he was full of aftertaste.

He took a sip and didn't take a second sip. Instead, he beckoned a few people of the race to pick up all the star stones on the top of the cave, and then look for a large enough stone basin.

When he commanded, he used the language of each clan, so Luo didn't understand it, but wondered that the patriarch was enjoying it so much, but he could resist taking a second sip.

Soon, the tribesmen removed all the gleaming star stones and sent a stone basin as large as a bathtub.

The star stone has a faint light, but when you look closely, it sets off an illusion like a bright starlight, because the countless stars have weaved into a galaxy, but the light spots are faint and invisible.

Bi Si Ji stood up suddenly, the bright stars appeared in his eyes, and there was endless love in his heart, but he did not move rashly.

From the corner of Luo's eyes, he noticed Bi Siji's movements, and before the patriarch put the star stone into the stone basin, he said, "Can you show me the shining stone?"

The movement in the patriarch's hand paused, his eyes quickly passed by Bi Si Ji, and then fell on Luo's body, picked out one of them and handed it over, saying: "Send you."

"Thank you." Luo Tanran took the star stone, he would bring a lot of blessings to the race, and naturally he could accept the star stone without any pressure.

The moment I touched the star stone, the white smoke font gave only one name: Fosun stone.

The star stone was cold when it started, and it was as big as a quail egg, and the transparent material resembled a crystal. When he leaned in front of him, he could see the bright galaxy, but it was not so obvious because of the weak light.

Luo handed the star stone to Bi Si Ji, who took it, and immediately touched it fondly. It looked like a gem with the Milky Way inside.

The patriarch didn't care, and gently put the star stone into the stone basin, and then poured the wine in the reed pot into it.

There was not much wine that even the bottom of the basin was covered, but when the wine touched the star stone, the shining galaxy was in vain reflected in the basin, and even countless stars were reflected on the top of the cave.

You don’t need light and don’t hate light in a family~www.ltnovel.com~ However, the existence of Fosun Stone is not an ornament. It has a peculiar use. For example, it can increase the amount of monkey wine in the basin. stand up.

Each family has 53 Fosun stones, but they basically don’t need them because their demand for water is very low. On the contrary, they need a kind of stone produced near the center of the earth. Flint.

There are many strange ores like this in the Dark Continent, and a kind of ores known to mankind is called unmanned stone. As long as a bead-sized one sinks into the water, it can release 20,000 kilowatts of electricity a day.

A long, long time ago, the roots of the races were near the center of the earth, but they lost to the battle in the ecological circle, retreated, and then lived in the grotto.

If there is a trading system for each clan, they would rather trade fifty Fosun Stones for one Flint Chasing Stone, but now, even if they can be exchanged, the patriarch will not change it.

He looked at the galaxy at the bottom of the basin, as if he was about to indulge in it, and was a little dazed for a while.

He has seen outsiders twice, plus this time, it is the third time.

The first time it was more than 400 years ago, it was a team of a hundred people who were half-dead and unmutilated, and the second time it was almost 150 years ago, it was a lone traveler.

In the two contacts, he learned vague lingua franca, and also got some gifts from two groups of outsiders, but now only the things in this stone box are left, which were given by the lone traveler.

If I remember correctly, the lone traveler referred to the contents of the stone box as hope.

The starlight reflected in the basin is an embryonic galaxy.

The dark continent can hardly see the sea of ​​stars, let alone the underground.

The racers, and even Bruna, quietly looked at the stars above their heads.

"Is that the Milky Way Luo said?"

Bruna shook her tentacles, thinking in her heart. ...