Vol 3 Chapter 56: Black

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Wen Leyang remembers watching a movie called "God Is Crazy" when he was still studying in the county town. The protagonist and the black man who was suddenly visited in front of him are very similar in appearance: their skin color shows a layer of yellow in the black Gray, tall, so there are some rickets on the back, maybe the reason for living on the grassland, their body is not burly, but on the contrary, it seems a little thin, curly hair close to the scalp.
There is always a touch of sadness between wrinkles and eyes, but the occasional smile can immediately make people fall into their simple world.
These Africans do not look abominable, and there is no evil spirit.
A black man headed, strode towards Gu Xiaojun, patted his thin, bony chest vigorously, and made a blunt, murmured sound in his mouth. Wen Leyang was afraid that if he would try harder, he broke his sternum ... or his arm was folded.
Gu Xiaojun glanced at Fei Fei, and the two shook their heads helplessly, and no one could understand what they said. But Fei Fei can see the other party's mood, and whispered to everyone in four words: "Anxious, depressed!"
The African leader shook his head and continued to pat his chest vigorously, repeatedly chanting in his mouth: "Badis, Tutatum, Badis, Tutton!"
Gu Xiaojun tentatively asked: "The name? Batistuta ... swallow?"
There was a hint of joy on the face of the African leader, correcting the position of the staccato: "Badis Tutton!"
Gu Xiaojun nodded with a smile and patted his chest: "Gu Xiaojun!"
The African leader was overjoyed and nodded his head immediately. He pointed his finger at Gu Xiaojun: "Gu Xiaotuo!" And then pointed to himself again: "Badis Tutton!" Then he paused and seemed to have his own name first. It ’s too long, but it ’s shortened a little bit:
Tutatunte, Tuttontuit!

Small eyes Xiaosha laughed: "Small skirt? What about the big trousers ..." As soon as he laughed twice, he was cut off by Gu Xiaojun's knife-like gaze.
Wen Leyang was much smarter, patting his chest with a smile from the side: "Yang!"
Several other young people also smiled and learned Wen Leyang, and they all patted their chests and said, "Cone!" "No!" "Sand!"
Badis Tutton's memory is very good. Wen Leyang and others said it and he remembered it all. He pointed it out one by one, and the pronunciation was accurate. Only when he came to Gu Xiaojun, it was still: "Gu, small skirt ! "
Gu Xiaojun sighed sighingly, and his heart was firm. Let the skirt be a skirt, which is quite literary after getting used to it.
After meeting the people, Tuttunte smiled with a sincere smile on his face, and suddenly gestured, like a big bird, his arms flickered and flew continuously, making a serious falcon in his mouth. Li Xiao of Gu, seeing Gu Xiaojun confused, Tuta Tengte 'fly' for a long time before stopping, raised his' left wing ', pointed at himself; and raised his right wing, pointed at' Gu Shazhun 'and others looked at them expectantly.
Wen Leyang suddenly realized that he had been with Egg for a while, and he knew more about body language. He turned to his head and hesitated whether he should learn bird flapping wings. Gu Xiaojun said: "Eagle, one wing is him, one wing Is it Zan, similar to the meaning of siblings? "
Fei Fei desperately resisted the laugh and asked Tutta Tunte with a very slow voice: "Peng ... friend?" Then he made a gesture of holding hands.
Tutton has been in China for some time. Although he ca n’t speak a Mandarin, he has heard a lot of Chinese, and he seems to understand the meaning of
friends
. The wrinkles on his face express a happy expression. Jerkingly shouted: "Peng ... friends!" Then he extended his fingers to both sides, and then whispered again in a tentative tone: "Friends?" Finally, he stretched out a hand and stared in the air, looking at Gu Xiaojun .
These Africans seem to have nowhere to go. Many 'powers' have already divided their camps, and now there are two teams of lambs, one team of African black sheep and one team of Asian yellow sheep ...
Gu Xiaojun nodded with a smile, stretched out his hand and held a tight grip with Badis Tutton, and said firmly, "Friend!"
With a clatter, Tutta Thunte took off a string of necklaces made from the fangs of a wolf or a leopard hyena, whether it is a wolf or a leopard hyena, which hung on the neck of Gu Xiaojun. Repeated: "Friend, friend ..." The tone is heavier over and over again.
Gu Xiaojun touched his body with a wry smile, and he did n’t have a gift that he could reach. In the end, the Qin cone pen walked the dragon snake and drew the Zhang Ping Fu, which was given to the African leader. Forehead gestures, it seems to have seen zombie movies. Immediately afterwards, he put the charm close to his body and turned his head back to his companion.
Suddenly, more than ten Africans cheered together, as if they really found the most trusted ally. Tuttund waved at them, and those people were immediately busy, like a healthy grassland jump Rats, constantly carrying things, moved their camp to the tent of Wen Leyang and others.
Suddenly Gu Xiaojun raised his hand and patted his head repeatedly, he said with a smile: "We are all stupid!" Then he spoke a series of Tibetan words to Tutta Tunte, and the town residents notified others of the "knockout" At the time, the language was Tibetan, and the Africans clearly understood it.
Unexpectedly, Tuta Thunder shook his head, his face blank, he couldn't understand Tibetan at all, and now Qin Cong was also surprised, and said firmly to Wen Leyang and others: "When the Tibetans notified them, I speak Tibetan, and I ca n’t be wrong. It ’s definitely not a foreign language! I do n’t understand what these people say, but I can still distinguish between Tibetan and foreign languages.

Wen Leyang's face sank, and Africans who did not understand Tibetan, but could understand the words of the town residents. After thinking about it, there seemed to be only one explanation. Because they shared beliefs, they went beyond language communication.
Although this statement is very mysterious, it is not without possibility.
Fei Fei glanced at Wen Leyang's expression and probably guessed his thoughts. He nodded and said in a voice that only his own people could hear: "If you are right, then there are two possibilities: One is other. Between the teams, although they each said their own words, they were able to communicate without hindrance; secondly, the residents of Yier Town could communicate with Liu Xinxin without hindrance, not between the teams. "
Gu Xiaojun's tone was very affirmed: "It is the second kind! If it is the first kind, Tutton will never form an alliance with us."
At this time, Badis Tuttonte was always busy, drawing a long list of villains on the ground with a wooden stick.
Wen Leyang was happy when he saw it. The Africans painted all the cult teams who came to the town of Yier. A portrait represents a team. Although the lines of African paintings are simple, but in a few strokes, almost all the characteristics of the team are outlined, such as the short Khmer figure and the angular face of the face; the distance between the Korean eyes is very small; the high nose bridge of Europeans; India People wore turbans and so on.
Qin Zhu pointed to a portrait with a rune on his face and asked wondering, "Who is this?"
Tuta Tengte showed a small white tooth, pointed at Gu Xiaojun and others, and smiled.
Then he pointed to a tall portrait with a long shuttle backed by a Hydra hand, then pointed to himself and continued to laugh.
Wen Leyang and others couldn't help crying and laughing here. Tuttuntum still painted his own portrait. Finally, he drew five circles on a row of villains and circled all the different portraits. Gu Xiaojun saw the doorway long ago and nodded with a smile: "Our African counterparts are not easy. During the day, the camps made a circle. Although they didn't reach allies, they saw that something was coming!"
Tutatum draws the current form of alliance of these cult teams. At the same time, in each circle, there is a portrait marked with a key symbol by him. It seems that it should be the leader or leader team.
The alliance of cults has no laws at all, and has nothing to do with the region and race. A total of 18 teams of cultists have been divided into five forces in just half a day. Needless to say, the China-Africa Friendship Alliance, the other four forces The leaders are the Greek team, the Indian team, the Khmer team and the ancient Persian relics from West Asia.
Each of these four teams has a large number of people. In addition, those cults with relatively small numbers cling to them in twos and threes. When the Africans moved, others were also moving their camps, and several strengths were almost clear.
The team with the most people now is the League of Greek Teams. The other three forces are similar in number. Only Wen Leyang has the least number of them, but they add up to a dozen people.
Tuta Tengte looked at Gu Xiaojun to understand the meaning of his painting, cracked his mouth and smiled again, stretched out the big feet to quickly erase the painting on the ground, and patted his chest to make a confident movement, and finally emphasized again :"friend!"
Wen Leyang was really intolerant. These Africans may not look good, but they are absolutely simple. There is no evil spirit brought about by the legendary Hydra. Perhaps the Hydra in their totems is basically good and evil. It does n’t matter, it ’s just that they worship power,
Gu Xiaojun nodded with a smile, leading four small characters back to the tent.
The African counterparts did not care about the rest, and were busy arranging around the camps of both sides. Tutu Tunte occasionally raised his head and looked at the tent where the Chinese people had turned off the lights. Below the front line, they could still sleep peacefully, and thus began to fully wonder whether their alliance was wrong. The two sheep together are not a hindrance to the wolf, but a greater temptation ...
Gu Xiaojun waited for five people to lie in a row in the tent. Even a tomb thief was frightened to touch it. Several people were still awake. There was a sentence discussing the mysterious town and the upcoming chaos. .
The Hydra evil spirits all over the world got the Oracle at the same time. At the beginning, Wen Leyang directly thought of the worst result: Hydra was about to come out of the trap. But after arriving in the town, a new possibility appeared again.
The people in Yi'er Town are undoubtedly related to Liu Xiang, who was suppressed on the Black and White Island. They have been standing by Namco for some years, and no one knows what they are guarding or for Looking for something.
There is also a scale that has never changed in the town, and the power to communicate with all Liu Xiangqian believers ...
Gu Xiaojun whispered to remind everyone: "This unknowable battle may not be too difficult to fight, but pay attention to two things, one cannot be too eye-catching, we can't be eliminated, but we must not let Yier's Tibetans doubt. Second, be careful of Africans. Hey, if there are ten teams left at last, they will definitely stab us with an African knife without any hesitation! "
After talking, he looked at Wen Leyang again and whispered, "Protect Fei Fei and Xiao Sha."
Wen Leyang is not a person who likes to show his determination. He nodded and heard the words: "What about you?"
Gu Xiaojun was very unhappy and sneered: "Of course I have to protect me!"
The plateau was dark early and lit late, and it was already 7 o'clock in the morning. It was still a dark night outside. Wen Leyang and four others couldn't fall asleep, only to care for Xiaojun, still sleeping loudly, and they would still pull up from time to time. A snoring sound.
Carrying the Tang sword, Qin Zhuo said to Wen Leyang in an inconspicuous tone: "After the fight, you are responsible for protecting their younger brother. If there is a failure, you are just asking!" He is a pioneer and afraid Was dragged down by people.
Wen Leyang lifted the door curtain, took a deep breath of cool, water-like air, and replied with a smile: "Relax, don't let me protect you together!"
Small eyes Xiaosha followed behind Wen Leyang, Chunchun urged: "Don't care about me, I have my own means, but I must protect my sister!"
Fei Fei is not polite at all, knowing that it is not at all at this time, nodded at Wen Leyang: "You bother, I will try not to cause you any trouble."
Wen Leyang smiled and felt very happy to cooperate with such teammates, although their fighting skills were similar to that of Little White Rabbit in Wen Leyang's eyes.
The Africans outside obviously hadn't slept all night, and the dishes on their faces were more intense. They held a short stick of similar skin color to their hands and stared around with vigilance.
In the two camps connected together, the black man spent the night drawing a huge, gritty, hydra on the ground. Under the sway of piles of bonfires, the serpent seemed to be alive, and his eyes were strict.
It was still dark. On the eve of the silence before dawn, in the other camps, a disturbing restlessness filled up quietly, groups of evils gathered silently according to their denominations, all eyes , Looked at Black Sheep and Yellow Sheep ...
Finally, a bright Yinxia rushed into the sky without any warning, and the large curtain fell apart! Wen Leyang has never seen such a dawn, from the thick darkness to the translucent sky, only in the blink of an eye!
The long wait turned into a fierce burst at the moment of sunrise, and Tuttuntum and his black companion screamed almost at the same time, everyone seemed to be a cheetah who met a strong enemy, low The body squashed, and the slightly turbid eyes projected a fierce light, like an ice needle, staring at the four teams of enemies that had been assembled in the distance.
I don't know when the Tibetans have all walked out of the house. The elderly, the middle-aged, the women, the children ... the expressionless and dull eyes gathered together, staring coldly and numbly at everything in front of them.
Small eyes Xiaosha walked to Tuta Tengte, patted his thin shoulders, put a finger on his lips, and shook his head with a wry smile: "Don't call ..." It has been ten since dawn Minutes, the black people screamed constantly, but the enemy did not surround them.
Feifei smiled at Wen Leyang with a small voice: "None of them wants to go first."
It was at this time that Gu Xiaojun came out of the tent impatiently. The screams of the black people were too sharp just now, and even an elephant would be woken up.
Wen Leyang Xin Yue gave Gu Xiaojun a sincere look: "Did you know no one started?"
Gu Xiaojun yawned, his sleepy eyes replied: "It's not difficult to guess, we look the weakest, but not necessarily the first one to be slaughtered! Everyone wants to go to the end, maybe we can be successful "" He said, he turned his face around and relaxed and said to Xiao Sha: "Frighten, let them understand again, whoever comes first will definitely suffer!"
Xiaosha haha ​​smiled, and in the surprised eyes of African comrades-in-arms, he walked up to the edge of the camp with his arms crossed, his feet spread out in a big way. Xiaosha stood motionless outside the camp, but around him, two rows of huge footprints appeared quietly, as if a group of invisible giants were lined up beside him.
Wen Leyang had seen this trick before, but it was Xiaosha's own big footprint at the time, and there was only one line. This time, dozens of footprints, like invisible bodyguards, were tightly guarded by Xiaosha's body, while a few footprints kept moving. Even Wen Leyang's spiritual consciousness could not see what was going on.
All of a sudden, the surprises on the faces of the black companions in the camp contrasted sharply with the surprises of the evil people on the opposite side, and the expressions of the Tibetans were always cold and indifferent, as if nothing in the world could move them.
The lamb seemed to become a viper in a moment ...
Not to mention the foreign culprits, even if they are Wen Leyang or big and small rabbit demon, if they don't know the details, they will be bluffed by the small eyes and small sand. uukanshu. In the eyes of comm, he clearly saw footprints moving back and forth, but he could not catch the shadow of the giant warrior in his spiritual knowledge.
Tuttuntum never imagined that his ally's performance was so amazing. A young man with small eyes had such strength. In the surprised eyes, he was quietly mixed with a little worry. Some guilty ones told Gu Xiaojun: "Friend ! "
Gu Xiaojun smiled and patted the black man's shoulder to relieve him: "Friend, friend!"
The dawn of the imaginary killing did not come, and the atmosphere in the town also gradually embarrassed as the big footprints moved back and forth from the nervous to kill.
Qin Zhuo held the Tang knife, and his face was impatient, and he asked side by side the right and wrong: "Can't fight?"
Feifei has been carefully observing the expressions of the evil spirits. Hearing Qin Zhuo's words, he shook his head slightly: "It's not easy to say, some people are not reconciled and want to try!"
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