Several enthusiastic black ladies came over holding clay jars and handed one to Liu Boyang and Lao Mao without any explanation. The two brothers looked at each other, then carefully looked at the so-called wine jar, and found that the workmanship was very unique and flat.

It is round, with a straw made of reed stuck on it. When you smell it, it seems to have a sweet and sour taste. This should be the local wine made by Africans.

"Brother Yang, is this really drinkable? Why do I look so scared..." the old cat said in a low voice.

"Don't talk nonsense, how do you recite that poem? Don't laugh at the dirty wine of the farmer's house..." Liu Boyang looked around and saw the ladies holding the jars to drink. He expected that there was nothing wrong with the wine, so he picked up the wine.

I took a sip from the jar and found it was sour and sweet in my mouth. It was indeed sweet.

"The alcohol content is a bit low, similar to dark beer." Liu Boyang said to the old cat in a serious manner after drinking.

So the old cat also picked up the jar and took a big sip. After drinking, he smashed his mouth, feeling a little unsatisfied.

Kamo, who was sitting next to him, saw the two of them drinking wine quickly. He looked surprised and said with a smile: "You really drank it? How does it taste?"

Liu Boyang heard the fault in these words, looked at him and said: "What does it mean to really drink? Can't you drink?"

Kamo looked around and said with a low smile: "It's nothing, I don't dare to drink anyway..."

"Fuck! What do you mean?"

"It's nothing, as long as you like it..."

"Don't be ridiculous, what's going on?" Liu Boyang pressed.

"Actually, it's nothing. The wine is good, but the way it's made is unacceptable to most people..."

"How to brew it?"

"They picked the wild fruits first, then chewed them up and spit them into the jar... natural leaven... you know..., eh? Don't spit it out, it's very impolite..."

——

I didn’t dare to drink this farmer’s wax wine anymore, but the black tribesmen seemed to like the wine they brewed. The more they drank, the more excited they became, and finally they started to serve hard food.

The so-called hard dishes are scary to say the least. They are all roasted pythons, roasted monkeys, roasted lizards, fried grasshoppers, caterpillars and the like. Every dish is a challenge to Liu Boyang and Lao Mao's endurance, especially the

The signature roasted monkey dish of the African indigenous people is no different from cannibalism in the eyes of ordinary people. The monkey's head is chopped off, and the painful expression before death is still on the face, and then it is thrown on the fire and roasted.

The black people held the ferocious monkey heads and feasted on them. They also put their fingers into the monkey's skull to eat the tofu brains...

Seeing the black people eating so deliciously, Liu Boyang and Lao Mao just felt nauseous. Fortunately, there were some more conventional foods, such as grilled bananas, baked potatoes, wild corn, fried fish, boiled shrimp, etc. There was a small lake nearby.

There are abundant aquatic products, and these black people are good at swimming and fishing, so freshwater fish is also one of their main foods, but in comparison, they obviously prefer to eat monkeys.

Liu Boyang could only eat some grilled fish. He turned around and saw that Kamo did not dare to eat python or anything like that, so he asked: "Aren't you also a Morogan? Why don't you eat your nation's signature dishes?"

Kamo smiled bitterly and said: "It is true that I am a Morogan, but I am not an aboriginal. I grew up in the palace and ate more civilized food. I have only seen these things, but I have never dared to eat them...

…”

The black people of the tribe are bold by nature. During this feast, they ate up all the wine and food. The black men, who were full of fruit wine, swayed, hugged the black girls who had been flirting with each other for a long time, and went to the wild to make peace. The boldness of the black people

And the cheerfulness is evident.

As for the old, weak, sick and disabled who can't play anymore, they just go back to their houses to sleep.

Liu Boyang and Lao Mao were accompanied by beauties, so there was no need to find other women to vent their anger. Lao Mao looked at Kamo's lonely appearance, and smiled and said, "Kamo, aren't you very sexy? There are a lot of them here.

The little black girl is here to play with you, why don’t you play with me? If they can be fucked by a prince like you, they should wake up from their dreams with laughter!”

Monica next to her patted him with her little hands, and pinched the old cat's ears very affectionately with her little hands, as if she was scolding him for speaking too directly...

Kamo shook his head, stuck out his tongue and said: "I don't dare. Let's not talk about whether they are good-looking or not. Most of the women in these indigenous tribes are infected with AIDS. If we win the bid, we will be in trouble!"

"Holy shit! I really want to fuck you, Kamo. If you didn't tell me this earlier, we just drank the wine they made with their spit. It's your uncle's wine!" The old cat said with horror upon hearing this!

Liu Boyang felt a little uncomfortable, but he was not as sensitive as an old cat. Apart from these eating habits and living habits, Liu Boyang actually admired these black people. They were very friendly and cute, and he spent a lot of time with them.

It can make oneself become very innocent without knowing it. This feeling of being far away from the intrigues of modern cities and returning to nature makes people feel comfortable in their hearts. This further strengthens Liu Boyang's desire to build Morogan into a place that is completely his own.

The idea of ​​a kingdom.

"How's it going? Are you still used to eating?" The party was almost over, and Uganda walked over kindly and asked with a smile.

"It's okay, your food is very special and delicious!" Liu Boyang said with a smile.

"Haha, just like it. I have asked people to vacate two houses for you. You can have a good rest tonight. We will have a good talk tomorrow. If you want to understand the situation in our country, I will tell you everything I know.

I’ll tell you everything!”

"No problem!" Liu Boyang agreed immediately.

——

Uganda arranged for Liu Boyang and Lao Mao the two dome-shaped earth huts closest to the northwest corner of the tribe. The environment was relatively quiet and they could avoid being disturbed by other people. Even Kamo did not have this honor, so he could only follow Uganda.

He went back to his house and went to sleep.

Feeling Uganda's attentiveness and attention, Liu Boyang's favorable impression of him deepened.

Late at night, under the bright moonlight, Liu Boyang held Giovanna in his arms and sat at the door of the small dome house, leaning against each other and looking at the moon. Giovanna found the most comfortable position, nestled in Liu Boyang's arms, and murmured softly:

"Boyang, do you think it would be great if we could stay here forever?"

"You still complained that you were tired during the day, but you fell in love with this place so quickly?" Liu Boyang said with a smile and pinched her cheek.

Giovanna did not hide, and allowed Liu Boyang to pinch her white and delicate skin, and said softly: "Don't you think that after living in the noisy city for a long time, occasionally returning to a place like this will give you a feeling of returning to simplicity?"

"A bit." Liu Boyang smiled and said: "If you like it, I will really consider taking over this country and build a paradise that is completely our own in the future!"

"Really?" Giovanna said with joy on her face.

"Haha, of course it's true, you still don't believe me?"

Giovanna rubbed her body happily, put her arms around Liu Boyang's neck and kissed her, then laughed happily.

At this time, the faint night wind carried from time to time the moans and rough gasps of the black men and women who were making peace in the field. They didn't understand what restraint meant. Among them, there were a few pairs who got excited about playing, and the screams of black girls

It was extremely loud, causing Giovanna's pretty face to turn crimson.

At the same time, the sound of the old cat and Monica fighting in the small room next door also came over. The old cat was exerting so much force that it seemed as if the whole ground was shaking, and Monica was also trying hard to suppress her moans.

It's just that the voice sounds even more tempting...

"They are so annoying, and they don't know how to restrain themselves!" Giovanna stamped her little feet in shame and anger, but Liu Boyang just smiled evilly, hugged her tightly and said: "They have already entered the theme, let's not dawdle..."

As he said that, he ran a hand under Giovanna's clothes and caressed it unscrupulously...

Giovanna's delicate body trembled and she squeaked, but this was not the first time she was bullied by Liu Boyang. She couldn't really let go. Instead, she became passive and took the initiative. She stretched out her jade arm to block Liu Boyang's neck and offered the incense to her.

lip……

But at this moment, I don’t know when, a dark cloud gradually covered the moon. In the dark primitive jungle, I couldn’t see my fingers. An elite force armed to the teeth quietly approached the tribe under the cover of night.
Chapter completed!