In Meng Xia's opinion, this kind of interaction pattern is very incredible.

You must know that it is the purest animal, and there are strict levels in the ethnic group.

Not to mention the present, even in my previous life, Meng Xia could see a movie "The Legend of Zhen Huan" when watching an animal world documentary.

And the sub-spirits look more like a utopia!

Too abnormal!

As long as it is a wise species, it must have selfish intentions.

As long as you have selfish intentions, private ownership will inevitably be born, and resources will be concentrated in the hands of a few people.

How can the sub-spirits be exceptions?

With doubts in mind, watching these tribesmen eat fruits in big mouthfuls, Meng Xia also tried to taste one, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

As soon as I entered the mouth, an unprecedented wonderful taste exploded in the mouth.

The sweet and glutinous juice spreads through the throat to the body and mind, and is instantly swept by unprecedented beauty.

Then, the body and mind were completely enveloped in happiness, as if all the sadness was gone.

Not only that, Meng Xia also felt that the flesh contained rich spiritual energy, nourishing his body and spirit.

Meng Xia: "What's the name of this fruit?"

Meimeiberry sat on a vine, stuffed a fruit into her mouth, and then held her face with both hands and looked happy.

Her naked little feet were swaying in the air, very cute.

Meimeiberry said happily, "Some people call it pistachio, some people call it joy fruit, and some people call it joy fruit, some people call it joy fruit, sweet fruit, anyway, it's very sweet and delicious. In our small Uyghur competition, everything is about happiness. The little brother thinks it should be called whatever it should be!"

Meng Xia was speechless.

Are the sub-spirits so casual?

but.

It’s really comfortable to get along with such a optimistic little Uyghur!

Here, there is no rule or constraint, and the most important thing is to live happily.

Meng Xia looked at many fruit trees, and there were still many fruits.

"Brazierberry, happiness fruit is very delicious. Can I bring a few to my relatives?"

Meimeiberry's cute big eyes bent into crescent moons, "Yes, is it a happy fruit? It's just to spread happiness. More people can eat it and more people laugh!"

"Thanks."

Mengxia collected several happiness fruits and collected them into storage compartments.

Soon, all the Uyghur people in the small match had enough food and drink.

Mei Meimei flew to Mengxia and said happily, "Little brother, everyone is full, why not sing and dance with us!"

Hey?

An accident in Mengxia.

Is this really good?

If Meng Xia remembers correctly, the barrier world of Xiaosai Uyghur is currently being marked by the Spiritual Clan, right?

If they were captured by the Spirit Clan, they might have to become slaves again!

The businesswoman does not know the hatred of the country, but still sings the back garden flowers across the river?

"What should I do if the spiritual seal of the spirit clan is?"

Meimeiberry: "The spiritual seal of the spirit clan will continue to flash for a month. We have done our best. All the spiritual energy of the barrier world has been used on the drift. If there is no brother, our barrier world may no longer be transferred. Now it can be transferred again."

"If we can escape successfully, we will be happy. If we cannot escape, it will be the last day for our Uyghur Tournament."

An accident in Mengxia.

Unexpectedly, the situation in the Uyghur in the small game was so dangerous!

But in the face of racial danger, they didn't seem to care much about it.

To be honest, Meng Xia was a little unable to understand and even more acceptable.

Mei Meimei guessed Meng Xia’s thoughts and smiled, “Young brother, don’t worry. Many years ago, Senior Luo Yayang said that our small Uyghur will continue as slave races, or we will not be free for a short time and then perish. We are all mentally prepared for this!”

"Yes, there is no need to be sad. We are all satisfied with all these years of freedom and these pairs of wings that can soar in the sky!"

All the Uyghur tribesmen spoke in unison to comfort Meng Xia.

Mencius is speechless.

I didn't know how to speak for a moment!

In Mengxia's cognition, survival is the first need of civilization.

But the Uyghur people knew it hundreds of years ago that they were destined to be destroyed.

What's even more incredible is that they don't care!

"Brother, can you dance with me?"

Plum Berry stretched out her jade hand and invited elegantly.

Mengxia couldn't tell anything, but it felt weird and fresh.

"I'm happy, but I won't play Uyghur dance."

However, before Meng Xia finished speaking, Mei Meimei grabbed Meng Xia's hand.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know, I will teach you!"

Mei Meimei taught her as soon as she preached. With her guidance, Meng Xia soon learned a small-scale Uyghur dance.

Under the guidance of Mei Meimei, the two men immediately began to look graceful.

Mengxia was still a little unreleased at first, but as the dance progressed, Mengxia also let go.

The Uyghur dance in Xiaosai is really ethereal and there are actually not many requirements for the dance steps. The real core is still one. Happy!

Soon, Meng Xia slowly immersed in this relaxed and elegant dance.

At the same time, all the Uyghur people around were also paired up and danced happily.

Later, many Uyghur people in the small competition flew to the sky.

They all flapped their wings, triggering the flow of spiritual cells, sprinkling thousands of glimmer particles, and they were even more dreamy.

Mei Meimei put her hands on Meng Xia's neck, which was very close to Meng Xia. "Do you want to fly into the sky?"

Meng Xia nodded, "I think, but I don't have wings."

Mei Meimei smiled like a flower and said, "Then I will be your wings!"

After Mei Meimei said that, she moved her wings and led Meng Xia to the sky.

Fearing that the plumberries spent too much effort, Meng Xia quickly integrated into the wind to help the plumberries reduce the load.

Meimeiberry suddenly felt that Meng Xia was as light as a feather, and her beautiful eyes lit up.

With a flap of wings, the speed suddenly soared several times.

And this was like a signal that other Uyghurs in the small competition began to accelerate.

Sky.

Under the leadership of Mei Meimei, Meng Xia only felt her body rushing at lightning, everything in the world was retreating, and everything was beautiful.

Is this flying?

Meng Xia felt extremely satisfied and couldn't help but cheer.

"Happy?"

Meng Xia nodded, "Very happy."

Mei Meimei smiled wickedly, "Do you want to be happier?"

Meng Xia: "Do you have any ideas?"

Mei Meimei: "Of course it's the speed of lightning!"

The speed of plum berry suddenly soared again.

Suddenly Thomas ascended to the sky spiral, and suddenly fell sharply from the sky. Even worse, he broke into a snake, like lightning slashing into the sky.

The wind whistles!

Meng Xia only felt his heart beat faster and his adrenal hormones were secreted faster, and he felt a sense of cheering and excitement.

I have to say that as a priest, Meimei is indeed very capable.

It really tastes like a stunning speed!

After counting breaths.

Mei Meimei said puzzledly, "Aren't you afraid?"
To be continued...