Just as Zhao Rui was about to get closer to observe, Duan Chen suddenly stepped forward and pulled a young man's shirt apart.

"Although the earth god wine is good, it also has great side effects. If it is not for the deep skills, strong body, and the meridians are different from ordinary people, it will cause the dantian to rupture."

"Your Highness, please look at the bodies of these young people. Although they have been enhanced to the extreme by the earth god wine, they will shorten most of their lifespan and lose their fertility. If you are not careful, you will die suddenly."

Speaking of this, Duan Chen's face showed a little more sorrow and sighed repeatedly.

At this time, Zhao Rui also understood everything.

For the Tusheng people, the Earth God Wine is a double-edged sword. It can help them create an invincible elite, and it can also make them lose their clan and their race.

Over the years, in order to protect the native tribe, the men in the clan have not hesitated to fight for the sake of the collapse of the Dantian, and have drunk the earth god wine.

Although they can protect their village to a certain extent from outside troubles, they cannot stop the pace of destruction.

Unless you can find someone who can drink the earth god wine and be fine, teach him the magical power of the Jie Ri, and then regard him as the patriarch of the Native Clan, then you can have a future.

Duan Chen's eyes were a little more crystal clear, I don't know if it was excitement or lament.

"Your Highness Zhao, now you should know why I turned against the Sanmiao people after you drink the earth god wine?"

Zhao Rui nodded, took a step forward slowly, and looked at the few native people in front of him.

He finally knew why such an ancient ethnic group would decline like this.

Just as he was about to sigh, Duan Chen suddenly appeared behind him.

"Your Highness, you have drunk so much earthly wine, nothing happened. Sang Zhuoli and all the fasting girls will marry you. This is the rule here!"

"When you practice the magical skill of the Ring Sun, I hope you can take them away from here and at least give them a stable living environment."

Zhao Rui was slightly stunned. Although he had guessed that the native tribe would have such rules, he did not expect Duan Chen to be so decisive.

This is equivalent to giving him all the young women of the Native tribe.

"If I guess correctly, then Jinbalun stays here, in addition to coveting the earth god wine and the magical power of the Ring Sun, he also wants to marry Sang Zhuoli."

Duan Chen nodded, his eyes full of helplessness.

"That's nothing to do. Jin Baron is a disciple of the Twelve Saint Lords of Miaojiang. He has extremely high martial arts skills and can drink half a cup of earth god wine without getting drunk. In addition, the Twelve Saint Lords of Miaojiang and my native tribe are also the Native Clan.

It was also considered a bit of friendship, so I asked him to stay."

Zhao Rui's brows were squeezed into lumps again.

Since he entered southern Xinjiang, he had heard of the name of the Twelve Saint Lords more than once. Unexpectedly, he heard it from Duan Chen again. It seems that these guys are definitely not simple.

"Old patriarch, I wonder who these twelve saints are?"

Duan Chen was slightly stunned.

"Don't you know them?"

Zhao Rui shook his head: "I don't know much about Miaojiang, I hope my seniors will give me some advice."
Chapter completed!