From Wa Ling's words, Shao Zifeng figured out the whole story.

After all, both sides had misunderstandings. The official of Daxia thought that Wa Ling would wake up after sleeping for a while, while Wa Ling thought that Daxia would sacrifice him to help him restore his strength as soon as possible.

The key to the misunderstanding is what He calls sacrifice.

Shao Zifeng's mental body sat cross-legged in the void: "I think I know about it, but I still don't understand one thing very much. I don't know what the sacrifice you are talking about?"

The angry Wa Ling was stunned and looked at him in disbelief: "Have you even forgotten the ritual of sacrifice? Then how do most of your leaders sacrifice to the sky every year?"

"Sacrifice to the sky?"

Shao Zifeng chewed on this strange and familiar word. In the feudal era of Daxia, there was indeed a tradition of emperor worshiping the sky, but this tradition has been abolished for more than a hundred years, and this word is still very unfamiliar to him.

He shook his head slightly: "We will not sacrifice to heaven."

"No...not sacrifice to the sky?" Wa Ling stammered and asked unwillingly: "Then...what is praying for rain? If you don't sacrifice to the sky, what should you do if you encounter severe drought and flood?"

"This is it." Shao Zifeng pinched his chin and explained: "We built a dam in Daxia to prevent flood control, and divert south to north to prevent drought. If it really doesn't work, it can still cause artificial rain."

"Do you understand artificial rainfall? It means choosing the right time to use an aircraft or rocket to sprinkle catalysts such as dry ice, salt powder, etc. to make clouds rain or increase rainfall to relieve drought." Shao Zifeng said more and more vigorously: "You don't understand aircraft and rockets, you can explain this..."

"It's over... it's over." Wa Ling's snake tail, which supported her body, softened and sank on the ground. His two small short hands spread out, and his eyes were staring at the void without any attention and murmured: "Unworthy descendants, these unworthy descendants... it's over, I'm going to lose..."

As he spoke, his big eyes were filled with lines like tears, and they kept sliding down his face.

Seeing this, Shao Zifeng couldn't continue to popularize the science. He pondered for a moment and said carefully to Wa Ling: "If possible, you can tell me how to sacrifice. I will find a way to inform our...the leader."

"Really!" Wa Ling's eyes lit up when she heard this, and instantly bounced up from the ground. Her two little hands grabbed Shao Zifeng's spiritual body and looked at him with anticipation.

"Um."

Shao Zifeng nodded.

At this moment of storm, if you tell the senior management that there is a way to help Wa Ling wake up, they will definitely be more active than Shao Zifeng.

"That's great!" Wa Ling burst into tears and laughed. His chubby snake body was wrapped in a lump, sitting on it and pointing his chin with his fingers: "I think about it, how was the sacrifice organized..."

"Well, you follow me." As he said that, Xiao Waling raised his arms over his head, spread his ten fingers into a claw shape, and then he signaled Shao Zifeng to follow him.

Shao Zifeng's mouth twitched: "Mr. Wa, can you directly transmit dance memories to me..."

"No, no!" Wa Ling shook her head with a serious face: "Although my true spirit is so weak, it is not something you can bear. If you accept my memory rashly, you will be like before..."

Shao Zifeng couldn't help but shivered when he remembered the previous Huanghuang Tianwei. In desperation, he had to follow Wa Ling to make a shameful move.

"No, right? Lift your hand a little higher, relax your arms and fingers, and don't stretch too tightly!"

"Yes, yes, yes, fingers must keep swinging."

"Head! Pay attention to the swaying range of the head, look at what I just did!"

"That's right." Wa Ling saw Shao Zifeng do it, and suddenly had a delicate brow: "Your lower limbs keep up with you, and you can't just do the upper body movements."

"But..." Shao Zifeng stopped the movement in his hand, looking at the bunch of Wa Ling who was streaking, he wanted to speak but stopped.

"But what!"

Xiaowa spirit put his slim waist on his back and said fiercely: "Do you, your unfilial descendant, don't you want to save me?"

As he spoke, Hu Ling's big eyes began to be filled with tears. He sucked his little nose and pretended to be strong: "Forget it, let me die here, forget it, anyway, you are an unworthy descendant!"

"I don't mean that." Shao Zifeng waved his hand with a headache. Forget it, your true spirit has degenerated, but why does it feel that his age has also degenerated.

"Don't get me wrong, the main reason is that you didn't teach me the movements of my lower limbs."

"Huh?" Xiao Waling was choked immediately. He blinked and looked at his snake body that was wrapped around him, as if he was a little embarrassed.

But seeing Shao Zifeng's smile-like expression, Xiao Waling was angry and said, "Hmph! Unworthy descendants! Why didn't you say it earlier!"

Shao Zifeng's smile froze on his face.

Is this too much blame?

......

"It's OK."

Xiao Wa Ling watched Shao Zifeng finish jumping happily.

Shao Zifeng breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. Under Xiao Waling's verbal guidance, he finally learned the dance of sacrifice. Although this dance doesn't look very good, it's quite exciting to dance with your eyes closed, and it feels like you feel after you let go.

He stopped his movements and looked at Xiao Waling and asked casually: "By the way, I have to kill three animals when watching the sacrificial priests on TV. Do you need to prepare any special items?"

Wa Ling was stunned when she heard this. She sat on the snake that was wrapped in a bunch of snails. She lit her chin and fell into thinking while muttering: "Yes, it doesn't seem to be okay if there is no sacrifice... I need something... It's been too long..."

Shao Zifeng stood aside and looked at the gradually irritable Wa Ling, and couldn't help but take a step back.

He grabbed his long hair and said crazy: "Ahhh, I can't remember, unworthy descendants!!"

Shao Zifeng slowly raised a question mark.

"You can't remember why you scold me?"

Wa said spiritually: "It's just your fault. If you hadn't mentioned this, I would have remained in a good mood now!"

Shao Zifeng:...

You are the ancestor, just be happy.

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore, let me tell you when I think about it." Wa Ling finally gave up struggling. He loosened the chubby snake body and lay in circles like a sofa, showing the temperament of a home girl to the fullest.

He looked at Shao Zifeng: "By the way, you haven't said what the current world in Dongzhou is."

"This one."

Shao Zifeng thought about it and sat cross-legged beside Wa Ling, from Xia, Shang and Zhou to last week, Wa Ling nestled in circles and listened quietly and rarely interrupted. When he heard it, he was happy, he only moved his tail tip a few times. This was much better than the noisy bald dragon.

"Oh, I didn't expect that the Donghuang clan, which is famous, was only this branch of the Xia tribe." Wa Ling sighed in an old aura: "That battle back then... Forget it, I won't talk about this."

"I can't help with other things for the time being, so let's talk about the teleportation formation."

Shao Zifeng was excited when he heard this.

yes.

The person in front of me is the boss who passed down the contract formation!
Chapter completed!