That's what Xueqi wanted.

"With the sun in the sky, it will definitely lead us thousands of warriors to exert their due strength."

Rong Yue nodded: "Okay, call us again tomorrow morning."

After Xue Qi left the tent, she rubbed her temples fiercely. She went to visit Dali, who had awakened, and asked Fang Yue over and over again what his methods were, but unfortunately Dali couldn't explain anything.

The changes in Yue made her uneasy, and the strange tribe next to her made her uneasy too.

The confidant cautiously said: "Master Xueqi, can you still use Tianting?"

Xue Qi shook his head: "It's too frequent, the last time I used it three days ago."

The confidant was silent.

Xue Qi raised her head worriedly: "If, there really is a god over there..."

The confidants shuddered in unison.

…………

Secretly let them go into the tent to rest for the night, and in the early morning of the next day, Rong Yue stretched out in a refreshing way.

They sent A Jiu Guoguo and the others to sneak into the next door to find Yang San, Rong Yue casually brushed her hair at Shui Jing: "Today's task is to crush the cult, I don't know what that Lord God looks like."

When Tian Yang saw the long-lost clansman, his mood surged after a long absence. He didn't sleep well yesterday, so he didn't answer.

There is no such thing as a water mirror in their new tribe. At this moment, facing a shallow basin of water, Rong Yue carefully looked at Xiao Sacrificial Yue's face for the first time.

Compared with his original beautiful and sharp appearance, Yue is much softer. The corners of his eyes arc slightly downward, and they are rounded with a sense of harmlessness to humans and animals.

But on the whole, he is quite similar to him.

Thinking of her hair, Rong Yue couldn't help but have a hunch that her soul was affecting this body, and maybe he would look more and more like herself in the future.

Not hearing Tian Yang's praise, Rong Yue clicked her tongue and moved her hand to break up the ponytail that she had always been bothered to tie up, separated into two long locks of hair, and started braiding it.

"Tianyang!"

He shouted, and Tian Yang obediently came over and helped him hold the small tuft that he made up.

Rong Yue played with it for a long time, finally braided the hair on both sides, put them together again, gathered them at the back of her head and wrapped them into the long loose hair.

The smooth hair hung down, Tian Yang's eyes flashed with surprise, and he turned around and went out.

Rong Yue ignored him, took out his most gorgeous dress from the package, put on all the complicated jewelry, looked at herself again in front of the water mirror, and nodded with satisfaction.

"moon."

Tianyang came in and called him, holding a handful of blue flowers in his hands.

Rong Yue turned around and let the other party insert those little flowers into his hair. Like a garland around it.

Holding the staff in his hand, he opened the curtain, and the dazzling sunlight shone into his eyes.

He walked towards the outskirts of the camp, and on the way there were people standing like sculptures.

The leader of Gangshan was supported by Yulian, and followed a few masked people into the central tent yesterday.

The Lord God from yesterday was still sitting in the thick felt in the center, with a lazy expression on his face.

"Yesterday, I officially sent an invitation to your tribe, and the other party promised to send someone to visit first. Thinking that your tribe's people are here, your leader is not bad, so I brought you here."

The leader of Gangshan had a rattan rope wrapped around his feet and could not take big steps. She looks ten years older overnight.

Yulian was also in a state of embarrassment, and did not dare to choke with this terrifying Lord God.

Seeing the two of them trembling like quails, Lord God felt bored and waved them to the side.

Next, people went in and out, and after a while, several wooden tables, wooden stools, and wooden platforms for hospitality were brought in. The girls got up early and dressed up, a beautiful one with a smile on their face, all kinds of food and wine piled up in the tent, and people in masks outside playing drums, a prosperous scene.

The leader of Gangshan looked at all this and was in a trance.

The day before yesterday, he was also blinded by such a scene, thinking that the leader was warm to the guests, how could he know that the man was like an evil spirit, and could use sorcery that ordinary people could not use?

Yes, the leader of Gangshan didn't believe that it was a magical technique at all. How could there be a so-called "incarnation of God" who would stab people with a knife if they disagreed? Even the most notorious tribe will not do this, otherwise it will attract other tribes to join the crusade.

He came back to his senses, lowered his head and didn't want to look anymore.

Because the space is huge, the felt is not light, and only the top of the tent casts a ray of sunlight, hitting Lord God.

In the distance, heard the cluttered footsteps, and the warm welcome of the girl, and the ensemble of drums.

The girl next to Lord God brought a small plate with a flame the size of a bean in it.

At this time, dozens of people lined up and stepped into the dark tent.

Lord God smiled, twirled the flames in his hands, and raised his arms as if thrown out of thin air: "Welcome."

The torches on the wooden shelves on both sides were lit one by one, magically like magic, and the light all the way from Lord God filled the entire space.

It is like the light given by the Lord of God.

Yulian couldn't help exclaiming, and the leader of Gangshan twisted his arm fiercely.

This trick is a trick used by Lord God.

Every time he deceives a newcomer, he will show it, and the newcomer will be immersed in such miracles, unable to extricate himself, and make the voice of God...

What's the matter, why are these people still not kneeling and sighing?

Lord God lowered his eyes and waited for a while, the expected response was delayed, he sat up, and finally gave a look down——

"Ignition from the air?" The person standing at the front chuckled softly: "Is this the incarnation of God?"

"..." Everyone's eyes gathered.

It was as if all the light in the tent was attracted by him alone.

Obviously it was the light that he gave, but after illuminating this person, he took all the brilliance from him.

What kind of costume is that?

The white cloth that had never been seen before was glowing with a faint golden light, and beautiful folds hung down with his every move. Even the most skilled woman in his tribe could not embroider the complicated patterns, and the layers of blue-green yarn dragged on the ground behind them, like the wings of a god.