Super door-to-door dragon-in-law

Chapter 1126 We Are a Peaceful Race
Xiao Lang almost exclaimed.

He reported Qin Feng's name purely out of bad taste.

Since this guy likes to be famous so much, I will help him become famous.

Let the sheep-headed god find his troubles.

Unexpectedly, the tone of the high priest seemed to really know such a person.

"Human, even if your master is Qin Feng, you don't have to be so arrogant."

"My god-sheep family has no plans to compete in the world."

"Emperor Qin Feng wants to get the demon world, we can help."

Not only Xiao Lang, Qin Miao, Wu Ling and others all had strange faces.

Emperor Qin Feng?

What is this ghost?

Xiao Lang coughed, and said: "It's best for you to think like this. My master doesn't like monster races. As long as you don't bother him, he may forget about it after a while."

The high priest looked at Yang Tiangang and said, "Yang family, we will keep our promise and will not disturb the emperor Qingxiu."

Xiao Lang said: "It's very good, don't worry, as long as the sheep family guards the passage, no one will disturb... Great Emperor, I think we can live in peace for a while."

Xiao Lang could only bite the bullet and continue acting.

It's a good misunderstanding.

I hope that the real Emperor Qin Feng will not blame himself.

The whirlpool in the high priest's eyes gradually disappeared.

"In that case, let's let this matter go."

Yang Tiangang frowned and said, "What does the ancestor mean by that?"

"Nothing, literally."

The high priest said lightly.

However, Xiao Lang's heart moved, and he understood a little bit.

According to what the high priest said, there are as many as ten thousand realms in this lower realm, and almost all of them are similar.

As for the sheep-headed god, it was not possible to determine which plane Xiao Lang was in.

And the meaning of the sheep-headed ancestors is to give up the demon world.

This Emperor Qin Feng has such a big face?

Perhaps, the sheep-headed god also cast a wide net.

After all, there are more than 1 lower bounds.

It doesn't matter if you lose one.

The high priest gave Yang Tiangang a cold look, and said: "My task has been completed, the Shenyang family, so I can do it myself in the future."

Yang Tiangang was puzzled: "High Priest, I don't understand."

The high priest smiled slightly, took a deep look at Xiao Lang, and said, "From now on, you will follow him."

"God, I don't have time to take care of you anymore."

"The only way out is to practice hard and break through to ascend."

"On that day, we may still meet again."

When these words came out, Yang Tiangang was stunned.

He tremblingly said: "Ancestor, are you going to abandon us? What did I do wrong?"

"You did nothing wrong, but the gods no longer need your dedication."

After the words fell, he slowly closed his eyes.

As before, motionless.

Xiao Lang stared blankly at the high priest, unable to speak for a while.

What a ruthless god!
What a heartless ancestor of the sheep clan!

Once the descendant is found to be useless, discard it immediately.

This so-called high priest is nothing more than a puppet and a container.

The greatest value in life is to wait for the arrival of the ancestors of the Shenyang clan.

As for the so-called mission of the ancestor, Xiao Lang knew it well.

After learning that Xiao Lang was not the person the gods were looking for, he made a decisive decision and abandoned the demon plane.

Xiaolan let out a long breath, and said, "I didn't expect the goat god to be so easy to fool."

Xiao Lang also breathed a sigh of relief: "What is the number of the earth?"

Xiaolan said: "I don't know either, the earth space seems to have no number."

"No number? So how did the Shenting and the Nibiru Dynasty lock the earth?"

Xiaolan said depressedly: "You ask me, who am I going to ask?"

This question is not important.

One day counts as one day.

Xiao Lang didn't know what characteristics the sheep-headed god had left for his subordinates to determine his identity.

But it must have something to do with the imprint of the true spirit left by him.

According to Xiaolan's suggestion, unless he fuses with a life incubator and refines it into a void and chaotic baby, he can completely escape the shackles of the lower world.

Otherwise, the sheep-headed god will come to you sooner or later.

It's like a big knife hanging over your head.

No one knows when it will fall.

Yang Tiangang stared at the high priest in a daze, his face dull.

"High Priest, gone, and will never come back."

He was a little out of his wits.

The feeling of being abandoned by his god made him feel lost and hopeless.

Xiao Lang suddenly felt a little pitiful for him.

It was used as a tool by the sheep-headed god, and was abandoned before it had any effect.

"Patriarch Yang, do you understand what your ancestors meant?"

Xiao Lang said quietly.

"Understood, please take care of Lord Qin Feng and envoy Xiao Lang in the future."

"My god-sheep clan, I would like to be a pawn and help you conquer the demon world."

Yang Tiangang seemed to understand something, his expression was startled, and his eyes gradually brightened.

After all, only the power that you have mastered is your own strength.

Perhaps it is a good choice to seek refuge with Master Qin Feng.

"I have asked specialized personnel to sort out all the information about the demon world, and it will be handed over to the envoy Xiao Lang soon."

Xiao Lang smiled, and said: "There is Patriarch Lao. In order to facilitate the in-depth cooperation between the two parties, and to reassure Master Qin Feng, we need to sign a contract between us, and each of us will be equal."

Yang Tiangang's complexion changed for a while, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Messenger Xiao Lang, our Shenyang clan sincerely surrenders, signing the contract would be too much."

"Big deal, I'll sign."

"I am willing to sacrifice my true spirit and swear to be loyal to Lord Qin Feng."

Signing a contract is also a means for the upper echelons of the demon world to control their opponents.

This method is very perverted and cruel.

It is equivalent to a slave contract.

Although it had been expected that Xiao Lang would not easily believe in the sincerity of the Shenyang Clan, it was still too much for everyone to sign a contract.

Xiao Lang was startled, and said amusedly: "Patriarch Yang, I think you have misunderstood."

"This contract is not the slave contract you imagined, but a contract."

"My wife will explain the details to you."

Yang Tiangang looked at Xiao Lang in a daze: "Isn't it a slave treaty?"

"Yes, our human race is a peace-loving race."

Xiao Lang said seriously.

Yang Tiangang felt that he was listening to the scriptures.

Before they met, they started killing and almost wiped out the entire ethnic group.

Now the person tells himself that they are actually peace-loving?

Yang Tiangang really wanted to roll his eyes.

But Xiao Lang didn't seem to be joking.

Instigated by Xiao Lan, he has a bold idea.

That is to trick this group of well-developed limbs and simple-minded Shenyang people into their own Xuanyuan Group.

Or the residents of the Yang Realm.

This contract was of course signed with Yangjie Xuanyuan Group.

Once established, these people are regarded as honorary residents of Yang Realm.

As long as they are fooled into the Yang Realm, the future of life and death is completely beyond their control.

Everyone walked out of the temple.

Standing at the door, Xiao Lang looked back at the high priest with a meaningful smile in his eyes.

"Goat God, have you really given up on the demon race of this plane?"

"Since you don't want it, don't blame me for accepting it."

Everyone stay away.

The high priest closed his eyes, but slowly opened them, looking indifferently in the direction where everyone disappeared.

The corner of his stiff mouth pulled slightly, revealing a strange expression that he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

(End of this chapter)