Miss Star, spoiled by her father and brother

The priest's fingertips, which were as dry as firewood, gathered rich golden light, which was infinitely magnified in Xu Weiwei's eyes and brought some shock, as if the withered bamboo that was about to decay had condensed all its vitality.

The finger landed on Xu Weiwei's forehead, which was cool. Then the coolness continued to move, and after the forehead, it moved to the cheeks, neck, chest and arms, and finally to the fingers. The priest took out a small wolf-hair brush from his bosom and continued to draw on Xu Weiwei's ten fingers.

This is a very delicate job. A baby's hands are so small that they can easily make mistakes if they are not careful. With the last stroke, the pattern is connected and the work is done.

After the painting was finished, the priest looked up and found that a circle of people had gathered around him. Apparently, other people had also noticed the "big project" that the chief was working on and couldn't help but run over to see it.

They held their breath and saw Xu Weiwei's final appearance. Someone said in disbelief, "Is this '?iiiY??uΦu'?"

"This is what '?iiiY??uΦu' looks like in my mind..."

"Oh my god, it's exactly the same as the legendary '?iiiY??uΦu'!"

Xu Weiwei couldn't help but wonder, who was this 'Filiyesdiu' they were talking about? It was another unfamiliar word.

"Um, what do you mean by 'why bother dying'?" One of Sifos's team members asked the question in the crowd.

"'Child of God', that's what it means. She looks very much like a god worshipped by our tribe - the God of Fire." The priest looked up at Siphos as he said this.

Rather than saying that the child is like the 'Son of God', it would be more accurate to say that her father is like the God of Fire.

Legend has it that the fire god's hair, eyebrows and beard are all red, and when he appears, he shines with golden light. A single feature may not make people think of that, but when added together, the suggestion is very strong.

Xu Weiwei's hair was reddish, and the lines on her body were golden, reflecting light under the firelight. Adding to the mysterious lines drawn by the priest himself, it immediately reminded people of the appearance of the legendary god.

Xu Weiwei: I understand. Just like when I see a professor of traditional Chinese medicine with long eyebrows and a hunched back, I think of the old birthday star holding a peach.

Sifos would not just sit there and watch his daughter's highlight moment. He turned on the video recording function of his optical computer from the very beginning, recorded the whole process, and took a lot of photos, intending to send them back to his wife and parents.

Wow, she is worthy of being his girl, so majestic!

"Put some clothes on her." The priest took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped the juice of the Ula grass on his hands.

"Don't you want to let it dry for a while?"

"No, it's already done."

Sifos reached out his hand tentatively to touch it, and sure enough, it was dry. Even if he used a little force, he couldn't rub it off at all.

"Can this be washed off? It won't be permanent, will it?" Sifos asked with a little concern.

"Wash it off? We would love for it to stay on our bodies for a few more days!"

The Guder people who were watching kindly explained: "Ula grass is a good thing. It has medicinal value all over its body, especially the juice at its root. When applied to the body, it will slowly penetrate into the blood, making people feel warm and more energetic. When its color gradually fades, it means that the medicinal effect is about to disappear. The red juice can last for two or three days, and the golden one can last for more than a week. Some juice still has color after two weeks!"

"Ours are so bright because we drew them this morning," the man said, pointing to the red lines on his face.

"The location of the drawing is also important. Drawing on the meridians and acupuncture points can achieve twice the result with half the effort."

"But this requires experienced people, such as our priests. Your child is really blessed to have our priests take action!"

After hearing this, Sifos quickly thanked him: "Thank you for clearing up my confusion."

Then he stood up while holding Xu Weiwei, knelt on one knee, and gave the old woman the most honorable ceremony in the Imperial Capital Galaxy: "Thank you, Priest, for your help. My daughter is in your hands now. I will need your care in the future. Please."

The other team members who were close to them did the same thing after seeing this: "Please save the general's daughter, Xiao Weiwei!"

The Goodell people nearby were moved by this scene. They had always had a bad impression of foreigners, thinking they were cunning and greedy, but they didn't expect that they also had a kind and righteous side.

The priest accepted the greeting generously, then lifted Siphos's arm with his crutch and said, "My legs and feet are not in good condition, so I won't help you up one by one."

"Let me be frank with you: governance doesn't matter."

Siphos looked calm and stood up: "Thank you, priest."

The other team members cried out with bitter faces: "Ah???"

"Haha! What are you talking about? Our priestess is just being modest. She has never failed to cure a patient she has treated. She can even bring back a person from the gates of hell. If there is no cure, the priestess will not accept the case at all."

"Oh oh..." After being reminded by others, the team members suddenly realized what was going on and stood up to express their gratitude with smiles on their faces.

The feast continues.

When everyone had almost had enough food and drink, the team doctor went back to the starship to make some milk for Xu Weiwei, and the Torch Festival had reached its most interesting part - the competition.

The drummer beat the cowhide drum to attract everyone's attention, and the chief walked up to the platform, first praised the outstanding warriors in the tribe last year, painted golden totems for them, and said some encouraging words. Then he announced loudly that the competition was about to begin, and asked the warriors to prepare in advance.

"Roar--!"

There was a deafening cheer from below, and the warm atmosphere infected everyone. Even Xu Weiwei and other outsiders were moved by the sound.

"Hey? What's the competition about?"

"Arm wrestling, wrestling and horse racing, there are rewards for the winners, and the first place winner can get a whole sheep!" The person who said this was very excited.

"Then can we participate?" The team members were eager to try.

"you?"

"Hey - what's that look you have? What's wrong with me?!" the yellow-haired man was angry.

Li Dachui pushed him away and said, "If he can't do it, what about me?" He raised his arms to show off his muscles.

"If you want to participate, just try it, it's fun~" The man said and ran away. He also wanted to participate in the competition.

The team members were left feeling very angry.

"Look at the tone of his voice! 'Let's play~', as if we can't win!"

"Why are you so proud? Today we have to let these Gudel people see how powerful we are!"

"Let's go! We're going to save our reputation!"

"..."

Xu Weiwei looked at the team members who were going to participate in the competition with great momentum, and then looked at his father: Don’t you want to do anything about it?

Sifos laughed and pinched her little nose: "Our Wei'er's eyes seem to be able to speak. Dad can always read something from Wei'er's eyes."

"Let them be, they know their limits."

"If we really get into trouble, we can just drop them here and run away in the starship, okay?"

Xu Weiwei: “…”

Ma Wencai, a technician who was sitting at the next table and eating quietly and not wanting to join in the fun: "..."