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 "Adult!" Strictly called the original battle to go out.
 The original war turned back.
 "Do you go without breakfast?" Actually, he is hungry.
 The original battle, "Go to the prey on the road and say." The meaning is that there is no prey and no food.
 Dear master, are you too useless? It’s so poor that there is no stock for the family to have breakfast!
 Strictly concealing his contempt and smirking, "Adult, I sincerely suggest that you can take some big scorpion leaves from the shed behind the square when you go. If you are injured on the road, you can chew it and put it on the wound to stop bleeding. ""
 "Got it."
 "grown ups!"
 The original war turned back impatiently. "What else do you have?"
 "In addition to the big cockroach, I can tell you a few common herbs. If you can see them on the road, you can use them at any time. If you can pick them up, I can still process them for later use."
 There was a clear ridicule in the narrow and fierce eyes of the original battle. "Alternative? Do you need it?"
 Suddenly, his face was shy and smirked.
 The original battle suddenly turned around, went to the side of the stern, and squeezed a teenager's face with strength. "Let's say, what kind of herbs do you need?"
 Severely hurt and twitched, squinting and smiling: "Adult, then you listen." Strictly said a few of the herbs and insects he needed.
 The bones are broken, each side of the big leaf, the leaflets are opposite, the leaves are long with cusps, short stems, shaped like fish bones.
 Sambucus, leaves alternate, sessile, leaves obliquely oblong, flowers open into pieces, mostly star-shaped small white flowers, fruit small as eggs, mostly vermilion.
 Achyranthes...
 Strictly stopped the commentary and looked at the foggy original question: "Adult, have you remembered?"
 The original war did not admit that he did not understand, and his face was blank and his face was expressionless: "Trouble."
 Strictly watching his palm did not respond, I knew that the opposite person did not remember, and resisted the urge to shoot the other's head. His eyes were pleading and cautiously said: "Adult, I can draw, you can lick a surface Give me a smooth piece of wood? Give me a few more branches or grass roots that are not burned in the fire pit."
 Others can save themselves a lot of things, why do they keep slaves and do more? The original battle grabbed the lips and stretched out a severe lip line, pointing to the boy's nose. "You better raise the wound before the winter arrives. If you don't raise it, I will cut it!"
 "...Yes, adults."
 The original curtain slammed out for a while, and coldly came in and threw him a piece of wood about one foot long, about eight centimeters wide, and about one centimeter thick.
 "Adults, and the branches in the fire pit..."
 The original battle went out again, came in, and grabbed a few unburned branches and hard grass roots. "Hurry up, the horn of the collection will ring, and those who do not arrive will be punished."
 "Yes." Strictly tried to ignore the ugly face of his master, grabbed the carbonized branches of the front half, and quickly painted them on the wood chips.
 Wood chips do not know how to cut and polish the original battle, the surface is very smooth, there are not many burrs.
 Strictly recalled several herbs he urgently needed, as well as some common herbs, which were painted as much as possible on the wood chips.
 He did not learn painting when he was a child, nor did he reveal the talent in this area. After going to college for a summer vacation, I followed a professor who liked to go to the mountains to do a freelance clinic. I found that a student who seems to be very ordinary in the class can draw the desired herbal shape to the local people and can’t help but admire the abnormality. .
 In the following years, when he followed a professor's gongs and drums to make money, he became more and more aware that painting was more direct and useful than words in some places. For this reason, he began to study painting at the age of twenty-six. Practice every day without interruption.
 Now, after 13 years of tempering, he can't be a painter. It's easy to draw some of the herbal shapes that have long been printed on his mind.
 The original battle took over the painted wood chips and saw the various plants like the above. I couldn’t help but pick up the eyebrows. He thought that his little slave said to draw paintings. He painted several big round circles on the wood chips and added a few. Stick, I didn’t expect...
 "And bugs?"
 "Yes, those bugs can also be used as medicine, and the effect is very good."
 "The skill of this painting is also what your priests taught you?" Is the Salt Mountain priest so powerful? Why can't he remember?
 "Yes."
 Deceived! If the Yanshan priests have the skills of this hand painting, he has long been to the city to be a god, why should he live in a remote tribe to live a precarious life? Even if you can't go to the city, the lower city shrine will be rare.
 The original battle remained calm and did not allow the teenager to see his surprise and shock.
 The boy is probably still young, and the priests may not have time to tell him how powerful this skill is, so he will never tell the boy this.
 If you let the teenager know that his white slave may fly, this is absolutely not allowed!
 How can you do it, it is mine to me!
 Poor and strict, this day, the geese are also stunned by the geese.
 However, it is also because of his inertia thinking that he feels that it is very convenient to master the skills of painting, but he does not realize how great it is, and there are many original battles that do not often go out to know the locals. I don’t know there are shrines and shrines here. I don't even know that he has special skills like this, and he is very popular with the temple.
 The most important thing is that he still has a contempt for his young master. He doesn't take him seriously, just wait for the wound to get rid of him. Naturally, he has no thought to study the change of expression in the original war.
 So... it’s time for him to give the original battle a few years of slavery!
 In the original battle, I grabbed the wood chips and walked out of the tent. When I went out, I was extremely careful and cherished to wrap the wood chips with the animal skin and hung them around my waist.
 Inside the tent, he looked at the bright palm and smiled. He painted four plants and two kinds of insects. The guide gave him six points of scum. He can now return to 100 million points by subtracting one point. The integer. Unfortunately, the wood is too small, he can't paint more.
 On the first day of the original battle, he did not go anywhere in the tent. He injured his leg. It was the best move.
 Caomachi gave him a meal and twice carried him to the valley behind the tent to solve the physiological problems.
 Strictly watching this natural toilet, I have to praise the wit of the ancients.
 In the place less than 20 meters away from the tent area, there is a natural crack, the crack is not wide, just about a distance, like the long crater in the old toilet.
 The men, women and children in the original tribe only want to be a little bit more convenient, and they are too lazy to dig a pit after their tent. The small solution is very unconcerned, and many people solve it anywhere.
 So poor places are always accompanied by a variety of stench.
 The strict original body has adapted to this dirty and messy environment, and has become accustomed to various stench, and even forced to get used to it, even if he is very concerned about the environment and his own health.
 For a tribe who wants to save water and does not wash it in the morning and evening, if you want to get well done, you will have more than enough energy.
 This whole day, I didn't lie still there. He turned the pile of **** and wanted to see if there was anything useful in it. As a result, he didn't find it, only caught a bunch of bugs.
 The worms are also good things, but some of these worms are as long as he knows, such as the scorpion-shaped polypod, and some of them don't know at all.
 He wants to find the earth yuan in these insects. The earth yuan is also known as the bandit. He likes the dark and moist humus soil. He usually grows under the old-fashioned earthen house roots and corners. He is in charge of chills, bruises, and imperfect breasts. Osteopathy continued.
 The only females with medical effects are the females, the males have wings, and the females have no wings. However, it is hard to say whether the males really have no medical effects, because the males are not only less, but once they become worms, they will grow like wings and fly out. They are very flexible, not easy to catch, and they will die after delivery/matching.
 Strictly watching a lot of bugs sigh, if the second article of the guide can be used now, he can identify whether these bugs are useful to him one by one, but he wants the guide to help him identify the creature, he must subtract his scum value One hundred points, plus a point after 100 million, is to subtract a total of 1o1 points.
 Did not find what he was looking for in the tent, and he was not discouraged. He asked Caocho to ask a lot, except for the things he needs to pay attention to in this tribe, as well as the nearby water and soil and biological characteristics.
 At the same time, he did not forget to teach the knowledge of Caomachi medical treatment, and told her to go to the shed behind the fresh big loquat leaves to give him a dressing change, for which he reduced the value of scum.
 On the second day of the original battle, I stared at my wound for a long time while changing the medicine.
 Caomachi changed his medicine and re-attached the fixed wooden stick, and suddenly sighed.
 Looking up at her, "Sister, what's the matter?"
 Kusama took a straw rope and shook his head: "The big river may not be able to do it."
 "Isn't the priest adult already helping him to heal?" Yan Mo thought that this big river would not only increase the value of scum, but also hurt him to take a fire every night. He has no good feelings. It is not bad to curse him to die early. Naturally, he would not want to take the initiative to help him. This is why he has never mentioned the big river with Caomachi. Although he knows that he can help the person, he will definitely be reduced. Slag value.
 Yes, he is angry, what? Anyway, he is a scum.
 Caomachi sighed again. "There are not many herbs. The big rivers are wounded like this. If you can't do it any more, the priests will waste valuable drugs on him. The last time the priests used to cut off. His broken arm was burned to him to stop the blood. The abdomen had no way to go, and the priest wiped him with water, but it was not very useful."
 "Shen Di water?"
 "Ah, that is the baby passed down from generation to generation by the tribe priests. Everyone calls it the gods. Not only can it treat a lot of injuries, but it can also make the turbid water clean. With it, the fur will be particularly soft and beautiful. ”
 Strictly in my heart, "Is that kind of godland as if it were a transparent crystal?"
 "I haven't seen it before, I only heard that the priest took it out when it was a sparkling powder."
 The effect is very similar to that of alum. Is there a mine in the vicinity? Or is the priest here occasionally getting some?
 However, using alum powder to stop bleeding, this usage is not correct, but it will directly damage brain cells, burns, vomiting, diarrhea, collapse, and even death.
 Suddenly thought of a point, and quickly asked: "Do you use this kind of water in the family?"
 Caomachi laughed. "You want to be beautiful, there are so many gods for you to use. Only when there is a lack of water in summer, you have to use the drowning water in the grassy beach, the priests will use the earth to clean the water. But that kind of The clean water is only available to the chiefs, the priests, and the elders, and even the third-level fighters won't get much, let alone slaves."
 Fortunately! Severely gasping. If the godland is really clear, although this thing can sink the water, the aluminum contained in it is very harmful to the human body. For example, long-term use of alum-purified water can cause anemia, osteoporosis and brain atrophy.
 "Will the priests here become demented when they are old, do not remember anything?" Yan Modu asked.
 Caomachi was surprised. "How do you know? I have occasionally heard the adults talk about it, saying that the priests in the tribe will transfer their knowledge and experience to the new priest when they reach the age, and the old priest will complete the attachment. God, the soul disappeared, leaving only a walking dead, nothing to remember, nothing, not even eating."
 It is not the symptoms of Alzheimer's disease caused by brain atrophy. The priests here are also clever and unable to explain their own symptoms. They have compiled such an episode that not only does not reduce their prestige, but it is even more deified.
 "Little silence."
 "Ok?"
 Caomachi hesitated: "Can I tell others about the big loquat leaf to stop bleeding?"
 "Of course." I hope you tell others, "In addition to stopping bleeding, it can also clear away heat and detoxify, treat swelling and hemorrhoids. Oh, it can also be eaten as wild vegetables."
 "What? Can it still eat?"
 Nodded harshly.
 Caomachi is ecstatic, but sad. "But the big **** behind the shed is about to light me."
 "You can look elsewhere, hillsides, grasslands, wasteland, even if the roadside is likely to grow, the more likely it is to be near the water source, this thing is not unusual, as long as one is found, you can find another."
 "Too good. Xiaomo, then can I go with the cinnamon soil to pick up the big cockroaches?" Caomachi explained, "Cinnamon is the wife of Dahe adults."
 It is not surprising that the name of the wife of Caohe directly calls Dahe. The memory of the juvenile tells him that the status of the woman here is not high, only a little better than the slave, and the food distribution of the tribe can be obtained. The children they gave birth to are more precious than the children of the female slaves. If the female slaves have children with their masters, their sons are regarded as descendants of the tribes, and can obtain tribal food distribution, but once there is a lack of food, the slaves The distribution is the least, so they are also the first to stop dying.
 If it is a child born to slaves and slaves, it is still a slave.
 "I taught you, as long as I didn't say it, you can teach others at will."
 Kushiro moved, "Little, you are so good."
 Strictly revealing a thick smile that I am a good person.
 "So, is there a way for you to let the big rivers go a little easier?"
 "Do you want me to help the adults of the river?" There was no surprise.
 Caomachi nodded and shook his head. He said: "You don't have pressure. Even the priests are not cured. The cinnamon soil has already died. I just want to let the big rivers not be so painful in the last few days. Can you do that? I have heard that some priests can let the injured patient stay asleep and sleep until they die. I will sneak away from you and will not let the priests know."
 Strictly do not want to go, there are three reasons.
 First, it is difficult for a clever woman to have no rice. What kind of surgical tools and drugs are not available, it is impossible to cure the injury of the big river with a few big cockroaches, and the current situation of the big river is likely to have complications due to infection, so serious. The situation, even if you return to where he came, may not be able to save people back.
 Second, if he goes, he can't cure the big river. Maybe the **** transformation guide will give him another note.
 Third, even if he heals the river, maybe he can reduce some of the scum, but it may also attract the attention of the priest of the tribe.
 However, he did not dare to refuse. He was afraid that he could not say anything about it. The reform guide would immediately add him 10 scum in the name of death.
 "Their purpose is to make the river go less painful, then I don't have to save him, right?" Yan said in a Chinese language with his right hand.
 The guide did not answer him.
 Going is also miserable. Not going, it is also miserable. What a terrible word? Slightly sneer in my heart.
 Kusho does not know his psychological activities, seeing him not snoring, guessing that he may be afraid of causing trouble, touching his head and saying: "If you can do it, I think the clay will give you some meat to pay."
 "...Go, why not?" Isn't it a euthanasia? He hasn't done it yet.
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 The scum Medicine God was banished to a savage other world, forced to undergo reformation!
 The soul of Yan Mo, who had thoroughly offended the heavens, passed through to another world, not waking for long before realizing the cruel circumstances he was in.
 He was hit unconscious by another person and carried back as winter food reserves.
 The tribe that he was at was a super-Spartan type of primitive tribe.
 The people here only cared about two things: Fighting strength! Fighting strength!
 The former fighting strength is used on the battlefield, the latter fighting strength……
 Checking illness? Chinese medical doctor? Drinking bitter dregs? What sort of toy is that? Are you conspiring to murder my tribe’s young warriors? Kill!
 Growing wheat? Raising pigs and chicken? We’re warriors, not slaves! Kill!
 Teaching women how to make clothes and cook? Making soap and perfume for them? ****, unexpectedly seducing the tribe’s women! Kill!
 You say you’re god’s messenger? Come to guide us in the direction of a more beautiful life? Very good, give you one day’s period, go and subdue all of our enemies and turn them all into slaves to bring back. Impossible? Kill!
 Yan Mo, “……”
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 Kyros Steele was the strongest warrior in the Omega Kingdom. But when the Great War of All began, this kingdom fell. Kyros was captured.
 Destined to become a slave through necromancy, Kyros could only curse at his led bitter life.
 But on his final moments, he meets an eccentric Old Man who claimed to be the God of Time.
 Much like Kyros, this Old Man was fated for suffering and defeat. Because the God of Time could not be killed, the Great Gods conspired to curse him and make him human first. And so the God of Time escaped but was now human. Even if he used his powerful magic to send his consciousness back in time, he would still be defeated, for his soul was no longer a god but a man.
 Helpless as his time-traveling rebirth would easily fail, the God of Time offers and asks for Kyros's help. He would send Kyros back along with his own consciousness back in time. This would hide the God of Time from his enemies and give Kyros the chance to fulfill his revenge.
 Just when the two were about to time travel, a shocking mystery caused the God of Time to marvel in awe. Kyros was not a human but had the bloodline of the most accursed and dangerous race of all.
 Kyros is the legendary Nephilim.
 And so begins the Ascension of the Nephilim.
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 An eternal prison, a soulless body, a sealed spirit, everything lost.
 To resign before merciless fate, or to become destiny!
 “I lived in an illusion, I was lost, I could not find my home, I did not have a home… but why does it matter?! Between bowing to the threat of death and a spine that would never bend, I will choose the latter!”
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 Bai Lian, the eldest martial sister of the Qiongming peak of the Duxian sect, is as pure as jade. and unparalleled in beauty. She is known as a Natural Saint and is sought after by thousands of people. 
 One day, she suddenly remembered the memory of her previous life. This world was actually an r18 gal game called the Battle of the Gods. 
 Her master, An Lan the reincarnated Immortal Heaven Lord; √ 
 Her second martial sister, the future Holy Spirit Goddess; √ 
 Her third younger martial sister, the rebirth of the Rebellious Shura; √ 
 Her fourth younger martial sister, the future Dragon God of War; √ 
 Her fifth martial sister, the future God of Martial Arts; √ 
 And she, the eldest martial sister, was a [b*tch] and [white lotus flower], who had a villain system and could become stronger by bullying her martial sisters, and had as many as 108 death endings in the original game! 
 ┌(。 Д。) ┐ 
 Bai Lian was speechless. 
 [Every dog has its day, don’t look down on me!] 
 “I will be quitting cultivation!!!” 
 Bai Lian gave up the struggle. 
 …… 
 Several years later, Bai Lian sighed: 
 “Can you women with the protagonist models stay away from me!” “I am not a Natural Saint!” 
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 “She had just traveled through time and now she’s doing a cesarean on her dead mother? And the children were still alive! Then, she had barely had the time to relish in her joy before the stupid villagers were going to burn her as a witch? Later, an emperor arrived on his horse and said, “Come with me.” The girl asked, “Why?” He answered, “Help my precious horse deliver her foal!”
 Lin Fuyin had only thought of leading a quiet life with her two siblings after avenging her mother. She had never thought of being embroiled in the murder within the royal family as a village girl! Follow Fuyin through her tempestuous journey and as she stands at the top of the Wei Kingdom! The phoenix flaps its wings, about to soar…”
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 The Honorable Demon Lord Xi Xin took over the body of a young child. In her previous life his sins were too straightforward, and she did not hide her evil deeds at all. In this life, she swears that she will not be bad out in the open. Even if people catch her handle, she must convince everyone that this is by no means her intention. She is suffering!
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 After an unexpected accident, An Luo was reborn as the young master of a business family. Even as his grandfather’s favored grandson, he seems to only be a cannon fodder in the brothers’ struggle to seize power. However, the most frightening thing is… the strange emotions that flicker in his little brother’s eyes as he looks at him. At that moment, overwhelmed by his brother, An Luo angrily thought: Could it be that he is doomed to never escape this vicious cycle of “brotherly love”?
 An Luo(frowning): After rebirth, I don’t want to be together with some strange person.
 Someone(suddenly appearing in the back, smiling): What did older brother just say?
 An Luo: …Nothing.
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 A month ago, Zhang Heng found that he had 24 hours more in a day. At the same time, he was involved in a dangerous game …
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 Super soldier Su Chen, returned to the city and returned to the city, set off all directions! The king of soldiers that once famous the world, let everyone be convinced!
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 As a game maker with a fanatical pursuit of horror games, Qin Ge brought the materials accumulated in his previous life to a world where he could make games by visualizing.
 He understood that he was obliged to bring a relaxing and enjoyable healing game to the players in this world.
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 I am a high achiever, also a super athlete. I am a game guru, also kungfu master. Cooking, medicine, music, dance… there is nothing I can’t do. Undoubtedly even though I could have eked out a living with my face, I try to rely on my talent instead. I am Su Chen, I am a perfect prince charming.
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 Resurrection of spiritual energy, the coming of the gods? 
 Disasters continue, and all lives suffer? 
 It has nothing to do with me, I am just a terminally ill patient who has been declared a countdown to sudden death and gave up treatment. 
 Taking the wreckage on the road of exorcism and killing immortals is not to protect the family and the country, but because the risk salary is too attractive, especially the pension… 
 “This evil art is condemned by heaven. Even if the early stage progresses smoothly, the final practitioner will surely die…” 
 “Give me a hit.” 
 “This magic sword has devoured the master, and has already taken ninety-nine lives…” 
 “Give me two, as well as those man-eating magic helmets, soul-devouring blood claws, and give me a whole set.” 
 “This medicine hurts the sky and…” 
 “Stop talking, wrap it up for me!” 
 But the question is, why do I dare to take on any high-risk task, step on all the thunder, do all the death, but still live and dance. 
 [Congratulations, congratulations, being named the first of the ten heroes who moved the world……] 
 “…God, it’s not that the average survival time of this line is three and a half years, three and a half years, and they are almost S-rank hunters, the first of the ten heroes, why haven’t they died. I I just want to make an honorable sacrifice and cheat some pensions. Is it so difficult?!
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 A generation of game king Lin Xuan has crossed to the Profound Sky Continent…
 Nine Turns God Pill? Sorry, tired of eating…
 Peerless cheats? Sorry, there are still piles in my toilet…
 What…You are a peerless genius, you are destined to rule the world in the future?
 What Lao Tzu is playing is that you pretend to be the perpetrator… Why am I so powerful… Because Lao Tzu is dead!
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