human suffering

Chapter 2737 Saving 8 Milk

Chapter 2737 Saving Eighteen Milk

That day, I didn't expect He Naizi to take direct action.

Moreover, last time in Taiqinggou, He Naizi had lost all his skills.

What does she rely on to make her feel so fearless?

A handful of papers were handed to him, and he turned around in a cool manner.

Unfortunately, not a single one escaped.

He was dressed in mourning clothes, which were covered with scraps of paper.

"burst!"

Every fragile piece of paper seemed to be stained with nitroglycerin.

There were simultaneous explosions, with flames shooting into the sky.

That day I paid the price for my carelessness.

The white clothes were burned to ashes in an instant.

Fortunately, he was wearing a shaman's battle skirt, which provided amazing defense.

Even so, the ferocious mask was smoked black.

That day, he casually took out a black drumstick and struck the shaman drum.

"He Naizi, you are looking for death.

Dare to come and cause trouble for our Nara clan.

I."

He held back the following words for a long time and suddenly changed his tone.

"I don't bother with you.

I have something important to do today, so you wait until tomorrow.

I peeled off your skin and broke your bones.

Throw the bastard in your belly to death."

As the head of a clan, he is a great shaman.

It is really inappropriate to use such foul language.

Not only is it a bit embarrassing, but it also doesn't show my face.

“No, she opened it wide, right next to her face.

Why don't you just let it go?

Are you okay? "

Cai Gen couldn't listen any more.

This is not reasonable.

He Naizi's rash actions were bound to lead to a fallout.

Why don't you care?

That day, he took off the mask and hung it behind him.

With a gloomy face, he whispered to Cai Gen.

"Cai Gen, your relationship with our eight shaman families.

I think you know that too.

Today is indeed very important to us, the Nara clan.

To me that day, it was more important.

Give me some face, we can talk about it tomorrow.

I will definitely give you an explanation and a reasonable account.

I don't know how you got up here.

Can you take your people and leave first?

Come again tomorrow at dawn.

If you are not satisfied with my explanation, you can take my life. I will give it to you."

At the end of the conversation, Tianyi's eyes were red.

It's like constipation that has lasted for ten thousand years, with endless unspeakable secrets.

Cai Gen is not an unreasonable person.

After all, there is the relationship with shamanism.

The shamans have worked hard for the project of the God of Suffering over the years, even if they have not made any contributions.

Dedication and sacrifice are the norm and deserve the most basic respect.

However, that was a favor from the God of Ku and had nothing to do with Cai Gen.

You Shamans treat each other with courtesy, good food and drink, and get things done when needed.

If they are trying to hide something and have nothing good to hide, Cai Gen cannot tolerate them.

“Well, that day, I had to give you face.

Even though you didn't take me seriously.

Even though you didn't treat me as a guest.

Even though I came all the way here, you didn't even give me a sip of hot water.

Even if, never mind, I'm not the kind of person who cares.

Let Young Master Long come out, I brought him here, I want to take him away."

I was a little annoyed that day. I didn't expect Cai Gen to be so stubborn.

"Oh, why don't you understand.

This is something within our shamanism.

It has nothing to do with you.

Shaolong can't leave. If he wants to leave, he can leave tomorrow.

Let's go now, don't waste time."

Before he could finish his words that day, a large foot appeared in front of him.

Zhazha took the first step without Cai Gen's permission.

"Who the hell are you talking about?

How are you talking to my Uncle Cai?

You're shameless, aren't you? "

A huge bird wing appeared out of thin air. That day, Lan Yatu, the patron saint of Tianyi, appeared.

Then, a bird's beak, like an elephant's trunk, stretched out.

I want to test Zhazha's defense.

“Lan Yatu, don’t touch him.

Cai Gen, I have said both good and bad things about you.

You can choose whatever you want. "

That day, Yi was carried by Lan Yatu's wings and flew backwards quickly.

Immediately afterwards, other members of the Nara clan in the mourning hall took action.

One by one, totem poles fell from the roof.

Separate Cai Gen and others from the mourning hall.

Cai Gen has experienced the formation composed of totem poles several times.

For example, the protective formation in front of Tong Ai’s house.

There is also a great formation on Taiqinggou to keep you safe.

I don’t know what the formation in front of me is called.

No matter what it is called, the defense is absolutely guaranteed.

Judging from past experience, the shamanism, which is deeply blessed by the ancestors, is known to the world for its sealing formation to protect its children.

Cai Gen did not touch the defensive formation formed by totem poles.

Zhazha had never seen this before and looked very dissatisfied.

Just go up and kick the totem pole, hoping to defeat the opponent with force.

Xiaotianmao and Shihuozhu have both seen this, but with their bad intentions, why would they warn us?

Sure enough, there was a burst of sparks and lightning, and Zhazha was electrocuted and lay on the ground twitching, his face distorted, and he didn't get up for a long time.

Cai Gen sighed, too rash and not rational at all.

"That day, I remember that Young Master Long was your elder, Master Nineteen.

You held a funeral for him when you came back today. Isn't that too filial of you? "

That day, I stood in the center of the mourning hall, ready to begin the ceremony.

It seems that this ritual is very complicated and takes a long time to complete.

"Of course I know, he is the Nineteenth Master.

However, only the Nineteenth Master can save our Nala family.

Only Master Nineteen can help Grandma Eighteen out of this predicament.

Should we, the Nara clan, live standing up or continue kneeling from now on?

It all depends on today.”

Damn, Cai Gen was deceived.

Why is there such a thing as Eighteen Grandmas?

Could it be that the old lady in the portrait is Eighteen-year-old Grandma?

It seems that Young Master Long’s seniority in the Nara clan is indeed quite high.

The age gap is so big.

"That day, have you forgotten?

Young Master Long has married into the Ma Jia clan and become their heir.

Aren't you afraid that Tong Ai's family will come with their great grandfather to settle accounts with you?"

That day, he burned a piece of yellow paper, turned around in the air for a few times, and muttered something for a long time.

Finally, the ashes were placed in a tall vermilion coffin.

"Cai Gen, don't try to use Tong Ai's family to pressure me.

My eighteenth aunt was married into the Ma Jia clan.

Back then, he followed our Nara clan to the Korean country.

Shiba Nai was also a big shot in our previous generation.

In terms of relationship, Tong Aijia and Shiba Nai are closer than I am. "

Oh my god, this is too complicated.

Take the eight major shaman families for example, they intermarry with each other and it is really hard to tell the difference.

Cai Gen turned around and asked He Naizi.

“You used to be considered a shaman.

Why was the Nara clan driven to the Korean country?

Haven’t the eight shaman families always been united?

There are all kinds of intermarriages, you and I are all involved, how can it involve fighting?"

He Naizi's attention was always on the coffin. He was a little impatient, and Cai Gen asked questions about this and that.

"Oh, what time is it now?

You still have the mind to gossip.

My little dragon will be cold in a moment.

Don't ask around."

what?

Cai Gen felt a little at a loss as to what to do after being confronted by He Naizi.

Make room for others and make a gesture of invitation.

He stepped back to the corner and squatted.

The meaning is obvious, if you rush to save the old man, no one will stop you.

If you don't have the ability, don't act like a big shot and kidnap others.

Cai Gen expressed his position, and everyone followed Cai Gen's steps, squatting in the corner and away from the totem pole.

Only He Naizi was left standing there, looking very desolate.