The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

After the god-muttering ceremony.

"There is no doubt that we have witnessed the recovery of a bloodline of the founder. From then on, we have another like-minded companion among us. an honor."

"Then, His Excellency Earl Cang Li, blood descendant of the founder of the holy Uktra Hill, what exactly did you see in the illusion of life?"

"Please tell me the truth, this is very important!"

Li Cang thought that what he was waiting for would be shady, tortured, and silenced. These Hongmen banquet players, the kind who ordered eight hundred knives and axes to greet him with their lives, have already prepared to fight wits and bravery to avoid the plot As a result, these people engaged in such a big battle just to bring themselves to this humble antique auditorium, and Timi even prepared fireworks, ribbons and red lanterns at the door
What about Victor the Hyena?

What about Grand Duke Nicolai, who occupies his family share?
This is completely different from the starting point of any situation conceived by Li Cang!

Thirty or forty old guys stared at Li Cang with piercing eyes, as if they wanted to see the flowers on his face. This behavior successfully activated Li Cang's semi-social fear attribute, and he felt his scalp numb and his mind wandering. It took a long time for the foreigner to think of answering the question: "The black and white picture, the Zerg race is as huge as mountains and rivers, the walking corpse trembles at the feet of the founder's heroic soul and acts as a slave, and there is also a Tai Chi picture!"

In the old small auditorium with dimly lit lights, a needle could be heard instantly, and even the breath froze.

After a full 3 minutes, a group of old guys began to whisper: "After all, he is the purest blood descendant of the Li family. What he saw is indeed the way of balancing yin and yang."

"Nikolai, that old guy, I can't wait to see his expression of eating shit until he vomits again!"

"Shut up, the old man who is talking about has a fucking picture"

"Who would have thought that this terminally ill little guy would be so competitive, so, the Li family's share?"

"We have no reason to object, do we?"

"But his illness. It's hard to say. In case he affects the normal operation of the Abyss of the Dead, there will be no next chance for Nicolai to take over."

"Do you want to find a doctor first?"

"Then, Li Cang, are you willing to take over the family share that originally belonged to you and enter the bloody battle in the Abyss of the Dead?"

"I object!!"

The eyes of a group of people gathered at the entrance of the small auditorium at the same time, and Grand Duke Nicolai finally showed up.

This is a middle-aged man with an unusually majestic figure, and he is different from everyone else. He is not wearing a luxurious and flamboyant grand duke dress, but is actually wearing a black armor with uncoagulated blood and fangs and claws on the armor With the fresh traces left behind, the whole person reveals a beast-like breath from the inside out.

"Nikolai!" The only young woman present was watching Li Cang as if she was sitting sideways on a chair admiring a work of art. Only then did she lazily glance at Nicolai: "The disgusting old man Things, you are always as restless as a black katydid, what right do you have to object?"

Ilya Wilpatrina, the blood of the founder, the duke, she is the lunatic who Batley said was the madman who changed his temperament after he became the duke. The blood sacrifices and baths of the slaves were brutal to anyone except beautiful men.

Grand Duke Nicolai's complexion was ashen, and his Adam's apple squirmed several times before he managed to choke a series of greetings back into his stomach. No one knows better than him how powerful this 40-year-old female grand duchess is, and how violent her temperament is. He is the only duke who, as the head of the family, is willing to go to the Abyss of the Dead to die. In the entire Uktra Hill, except for her, only Nicolai himself is still doing this kind of thing.

Is there no human rights for co-authors who are ugly? What about our years of fighting friendship? ?

Nicolai turned his gaze to Li Cang, and then scanned his surroundings, as if he wanted to overwhelm everyone with his momentum: "I don't think this young earl can complete the bloody battle ceremony in the Abyss of the Dead. If one person can complete such a heavy task, Then what is the significance of the tens or hundreds of lives that the families here fill in every year? Once he takes over the share, it means a complete change of authority. We, and him, will no longer be allowed to participate in it for two whole generations. Have you considered it? Such a question, Earl Li Cang is only 25 years old, how old is the next generation at his age?"

"Yeah, if something goes wrong with Li Cang, it means that there will be a vacancy in shares for at least ten years, and it will bring great pressure to other families, even"

"Think carefully, maybe it's a good idea to postpone the handover."

"Heh~" Illya sneered, "Prince Nicolai, you are not a blood descendant of a founder at all, and the families around you have to bear more. You have been fishing in the Abyss of the Dead for 20 years, and you still don't want to Give up this benefit that shouldn't be eaten, don't even think about it, how many members of your family are left to enter the Abyss of the Dead!"

Nicolai looked directly at Illya: "My family can fight forever for St. Uktrasil until the last drop of blood is shed! But Li's family only has one drop of blood!"

"Are you questioning me?" Illya narrowed her eyes dangerously, "I don't want to repeat it again, everyone around your family stronghold is sharing the pressure you shouldn't bear, even if Li just enters the Abyss of the Dead, nothing will happen." Do, with his bloodline, it will play a greater role than your non-bloodline. You can ask anyone present about this, but your brain full of muscles may never figure it out, dead man Yuan's existence has never been for bloody battles, killing is just a means, not an end!"

Nicolai was furious: "Ilya, please don't take my tolerance towards my comrades as cowardice, I am a warrior, and I exchanged the blood of myself and everyone in my family for today's glory! My The title, my wealth only comes from strength! My family and I are bleeding for the continuation of Yuktra Hill at all times. I am not stupid, on the contrary, I am a so-called descendant of blood like you Hold tight to seal that damned secret and refuse anyone to approach, oh, the so-called descendants of blood, it is you, only you, you are letting the blood of the holy Uktra Hill, you are letting countless people not know The so-called meaningless death!"

Li Cang: "."

Good guy!
The co-author said that your brain is full of muscles, isn't it a slander? Brother, don't you look at the occasion when you talk, and kill a boatload of people with a single blow?I, Timi, have such a low EQ that I have never spoken so beggarly!

"Bastard!"

"Damn, vulgar, ignorant fools! This is the Holy Council of Uktrasir!"

"Hey, everyone, calm down."

"Nikolai, no one denies your outstanding contribution to Uktra Hill, but" the Duke of Syd Sparks, who looked at least 90 years old, said blankly: "But you have to know Aristocrats can be obtained by ability, strength, and even hard work. Bloodlines are different. Some things are destined not to exist if they are not born. Some things cannot be changed even if they are known. There is no benefit, it will only make them panic all day long, you will not understand how much the parliament has paid and what it is enduring, so, Nicolai, please take back your doubts and words that are not in line with the dignity of the nobility, don't let Standing on the opposite side of the Holy Council."

At first he seemed to have said everything, but when he thought about it carefully, Timi didn’t say anything at all. Sid Sparks’ nonsense literature teaching plan speech was really choking, so that Nicolai’s breathing sounded like an old Po Bellows' eyes were about to bleed, but he couldn't hold back a word.

Li Cang can understand this feeling very well, isn't this a typical Chinese-style patriarch of the older generation——

You know the shit!

I tell you shit!

Little brat, am I your father or are you my father?

I think you are just fucking innocent!
Come, come, come, I bought a new pair of seven wolves, thick and short, just right for you to comb your skin and add a buff!

Hmm, Li Cang is indeed complaining about orphans, but he has never eaten pork, he has always seen pigs being stabbed by knives. Isn't Lao Wang a ready-made son of a wronged father? That's what Grandpa Zhong did to his son!