human suffering

Chapter 1238 I have a showdown
"Uncle, what happened to your face? Where did you lose it?"

An arhat holding a bowl is a golden body of an arhat. Even if he is reincarnated, he will come to this world with a trick.

What kind of ruthless person must the opponent have been to knock down the golden body of Arhat?

The arhat raised his bowl and touched his face angrily, this time he was really ashamed.

Such scars cannot be cured unless they go back to the furnace for further study.

"Hey, I was careless for a while, and I bumped into Gong Gong, but I didn't expect him.
Hey, don't say anything, why are your legs missing? "

Halo, do you still care about other people's legs?

Mu En looked at the Bowl Arhat like looking at a fool.

For so many years, he ate lama meat, and his brain was ruined, right?

The Gonggong family can knock down even Buzhou Mountain, and you actually went to measure the hardness of his head?

Isn't this killing it?

How confident do you have to be in Arhat's golden body to do such an idiotic behavior?
"Uncle, what are you doing now?"

"Brother, what are you running?

I haven't finished talking just now.

Is your head all right?

I really didn't mean to, just happened to bump into it.

It's hard to find a capable person, work harder, and send my tribe members away. "

The sound came from far and near, and there was also the sound of wood rubbing against the ground.

Hearing this voice, the Raising Bowl Arhat took out Muen's teleportation talisman without any hesitation, and with a flash of white light, he ran away with Muen.

Cai Gen heard it in his ears and saw it in his eyes, did this arhat just run away like this?

And ran away with Moon?
It's nothing, you don't have that ability, why come here to embarrass yourself?

Besides, I didn't give myself a chance.

It seems that Maomao's matter has to be postponed for a while.

"Fuck, why are you running away?
What do you say, it's really sad.

Damn, confine this space.

It's all my procrastination, all my fault.
kindness?Another foreigner? "

As the sound approached, a boat rowed in front of Cai Gen.

It looks like a ship, and the way it travels is also like a ship, but it is actually a tall red coffin.

A young man, sitting in a coffin, with his hands outstretched on the ground, rowing the coffin like a boat, this scene is a bit weird.

Cai Gen's first reaction was, is this a disabled person?
Wheelchair racers?

Normally healthy people would not have such a choice, would they?
Why paddle with the coffin?

Can't you come out?

Immediately after the second reaction, it was like a thunderbolt, hitting Cai Gen's heart directly.

coffin.

Finally saw the coffin.

Things are finally back to normal, thank goodness.

Moreover, it was the coffin that rowed over on its own initiative, which is really considerate.

Since he was the rightful owner, Cai Gen carefully looked at the boy in the coffin.

He said he was a boy, but he was only young. Judging by the size of the coffin, the young man could stretch his arms out of the coffin while sitting. He was not four or five meters tall, so it might be more than that.

Thick eyebrows, big eyes, full head of red hair, fair skin, not a bit dead.

If you don't look at the fiery red hair, this looks like a porcelain doll.

It's just that the words spoken are a bit vulgar and have nothing to do with children.

Just as Cai Gen wanted to reveal his identity, he felt darkness around him, and many huge figures surrounded him.

It seems that the arhat raised his bowl and escaped, and these ancestor souls broke free from the shackles.

Gong Jiumei swam over first, and Cai Gen felt dizzy when he saw the water snake's waist.

"Gong Kanghui, you trash, did you let that bald donkey go?"

"Jiumei, show some respect. Although Kang Hui is trash, he is still the patriarch."

"Yeah, yeah, don't talk about him being trash every day."

"Shut up all of you, don't make a fuss, do you have to mention trash when you mention the patriarch?"

"Oh, there are still outsiders, can you show some face to the waste patriarch?"

"I wish the descendants of Lao Liu, what kind of outsiders are they?"

"Come and meet our useless patriarch soon."

"Yeah, it's not easy to see. Our useless patriarch usually hides his face with a coffin cover and is ashamed to see people. You are lucky today, boy."

The more Cai Gen listened to him, the more he didn't like it. The patriarch of the ancestral witch clan has no prestige?

These clansmen are not very respectful.

Especially this relatively neutral name, Gong Kanghui, is a bit earthy.

"Don't be noisy, big brothers and sisters, I really admire you.

I'm trash, okay.

I think that brother didn't go far just now, so if you look around, you might be able to find him. "

This is obviously an expedient measure for fooling people. After hearing this, Cai Gen curled his lips unconsciously. Who would believe it?
Why do these ancestral souls believe it?

They formed a circle at first, but now they spread out in all directions, looking for the arhat who raised the bowl very seriously.

Anyway, the area of ​​this space is indeed large, even if the ancestor souls are large in size and spread out, it doesn't appear that there are too many people.

Seeing that the clansmen had scattered and were looking for their own fun, Gong Kanghui looked at Cai Gen.

"Brother, what do you call it? Are you a descendant of Zhu Lao Liu?"

This question confuses Cai Gen.

The form in front of him is very complicated, and even more strange that cannot be explained clearly.

How capable is this patriarch?

I am a god of suffering, tell him, is it really reliable?

Tong Ai's family wouldn't be cheating themselves, would they?

Forget it, follow the script.

See the coffin, show your identity, and leave the rest to God.

With the support of many Mickeys, Cai Gen slowly stood up.

Not to mention, the recovery ability of Nunu's form is very strong. Although his whole body is still in unbearable pain at this time, he can already go to the ground.

"Well, patriarch, I won't pretend anymore, I'm going to have a showdown.

I am not a descendant of Zhu Lao Liu, I am the God of Awakened Suffering. "

Cai Gen said the word bitterness in a low voice, after all, he was still a little worried.

Gong Kanghui didn't seem to hear clearly, poked his head out of the coffin, and got as close to Cai Gen as possible.

"Brother, what kind of god did you just say? I didn't hear clearly."

Cai Gen stood on tiptoe as much as he could, leaned over and said in a low voice.

"The god of bitterness, the bitter god of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty."

This time, Gong Kanghui heard it clearly, first he widened his eyes, then looked at Cai Gen full of doubts, and then slapped the coffin board.

"Why did you come here?

How many years have I been waiting for you? "

Due to excitement, the first sentence did not control the volume well, and Kang Hui covered his mouth in fright.

The second half of the sentence was also spoken in a low voice.

Therefore, in the current scene, it is a bit like the spies are talking about the secret code, and both sides are cautious, fearing that the news will be leaked.

"No, why didn't the stinky cook come?
Are you the awakened god of suffering? "

This guy is in the coffin, so I guess his brain is not very bright. I just said it very clearly.

Cai Gen decided not to repeat, and nodded heavily.

After getting an affirmative answer, Gong Kanghui covered his head with both hands, very annoyed.

"Oh my God, it's over.

It seems that this project has failed, and it's all in vain.

Hey, it's true, there's nothing that can't be messed up.

But I did my best, which is really frustrating. "

(End of this chapter)