The confusion in the girls' eyes disappeared suddenly. Even if Quan Hao spoke casually, it would be like Hong Zhong Da Lu to them now. Not to mention that these four simple words contain extremely rich information.

Of course, the divine words are what the gods say. A mere mortal has the opportunity to learn what the gods say, and it is like a huge pie hitting the head. Quan Hao, who said these four words, also admitted his identity as a "god". No matter how powerful the girls guessed, they were not as good as their own words. This is equivalent to the "god" teaching them the divine words. The girls' first reaction was that they were unbelievable, but they immediately rushed to their heads.

Quan Hao pretended to be reluctant to say: Originally, the words of immortals could not be taught to mortals easily, but for the sake of communication difficulties, he made an exception to teach them. However, his lectures were not something that anyone could listen to. If anyone was lazy and had no perseverance, he was not worthy of learning with him. He only gave everyone one chance, and whether he could learn or not depends on his luck.

No one has any objection, and no one dares to object. This is not a training class that is casually found on the street. Originally, the knowledge of this world is extremely precious, and it is not something that girls from poor families can learn. Moreover, this is not as simple as ordinary knowledge, it is God's knowledge! The scholars in my hometown can't compare to the poetry and books they read. No one is willing to miss this rare opportunity.

Quan Hao laughed secretly. In fact, there is no divine language from the world, which is Chinese. He has suffered enough in the island world, so he simply does not do it. Since indigenous language is difficult to learn, the indigenous people can learn Chinese, so that they can avoid being deceived by the sweet words of idle people. Moreover, he wants to make Chinese a high-end language that not everyone can learn. Only those who are close to him, the "god", have the opportunity to learn it.

That's right, this is his plan. He pretended to be a ghost, and relying on the continuous supply of materials coming from the earth, he wanted to turn himself into a god in the world. That's why he read the masterpiece of the Bible in a slight way, and tried his best to find clothes that could increase mysticism. Now that the plan has only started, the response of his harvest is beyond Quan Hao's imagination, and his confidence is even more abundant.

If they really become "gods", then the six little Doudings in front of them will be his first team. Whether they are called apostles or priests, they must first have a title. They can no longer use code names such as girls A, B, C, and D, and little girls. They are neither solemn nor confusing.

So Quanhao said, since everyone agrees, I will give you a name in the divine language first. Your original names are too difficult to speak, so it is convenient to greet them. Everyone must remember the new name clearly, and I will only call your new name in the future.

The girls were all happy. It was so exciting for God to name them! They didn’t have a formal name, they were just called flowers and grass. How could there be a name given by God to call them Ring?

Quan Hao pointed at the girl's armor. She looked about ten years old and was 1.25 meters tall. She was the first girl he rescued except the little girl. "Lotus Root."

Girl B, who is about ten years old, looks like she is tall. Quan Hao and the little girl work together to pull her back from the brink of death. But her body is still recovering, and she is the weakest among all girls. "Heye."

The girl Bing Ding, who had eaten the first pot of rice from the island with the first two. Neither of them was over twelve years old and was 1.3 meters tall. "Cardamom." "Changli."

Girl Wu, the oldest among girls, looks like she is thirteen or fourteen years old, and her height is almost 1.4 meters tall, almost catching up with the height of an adult woman. If she is not a tender face, it would not be an exaggeration to be an adult woman. "Aloe."

Finally, Quan Hao pointed his finger at the little girl. Looking at the mixed eyes of desire and expectation that she ejaculated, he hesitated for a moment. The little girl's innocent eyes made him think of a white little flower. He paused and his voice softened. "Your name is Lihua."

Lotus root, lotus leaves, cardamom, lilac, aloe vera, pear blossom. Listen, what a tall name! It sounds much better than those flowers and grass, right? →_→

Anyway, the girls accepted it happily. They mumbled their names lamely and tried hard to call other people's names. Occasionally, they called the wrong ones, and a happy laugh would immediately sound.

After changing his name, the girls' mental outlook also changed greatly, as if they had gained a new life.

In fact, they have gained a new life. The gods gave them their names. What does this mean? At least, at least, they are the weeds that no one cares about, and have been seen by the gods one day by the gods. This is enough to subvert their entire world.

A sense of superiority rose from the hearts of the six girls: No one wants us better. If we were not driven out, how could we know that the benefactor was a god and would still be taken by him?

Appropriate sense of superiority can also increase the cohesion of the group. Quan Hao let them release their emotions. Because Xianlin moved the refugee camp away, the northern peninsula was much less crowded. There was no need to deliberately lower the voice. The girls also needed to smile more and sweep away the haze of the past.

When they were almost laughing, he signaled them to come closer and bent down to write words on the beach. The girls were taught the simplest words, fifteen every day in the first ten days. When they met in the morning, they learned to reward them all, and failed three times and permanently deprived of their qualifications for learning. Later, because the strokes of the characters increased, the number of words learned every day decreased accordingly. The specific situation was Quanhaohui comprehensively arranged the first stage of the progress schedule.

The severe punishment measures made the girls quickly put away their relaxed hearts, squeezed their six little heads together, and watched Quan Hao write intently. The first time Quan Hao taught them one, two, three, five, six, seven, eight, ninety, and ninety, plus five directions in the east, south, west, and middle. Each word explained the meaning, and then let the girls write on the ground three times as he was like. They had washed rice with both hands, chopped firewood, and carried water. But the handwriting of the few people who had never written the words was crooked like earthworms, but their seriousness was not inferior to their peers on the earth at all.

The girls tried hard to write on the ground, and Quan Hao could only walk around nearby. As he walked, he suddenly felt his heart moved, and he went south to the east for a distance, and put his hand on a pergola to look into the distance. There was the direction of his original camp, but he was shrouded in thick fog and could not see anything.

Since the refugees have moved away, the Northern Peninsula can be slightly active before the fog is dissipated. Should I go back and take a look?

Quan Hao didn't know what his camp was ruined. But when the girls said that Xianlin took everything away when he moved, he was not very optimistic. This idea became stronger and stronger in his heart, and Quan Hao finally decided to take action.
Chapter completed!