Countryside Magic Doctor

It's also human nature. A dark ancient tomb may be dangerous. Who is willing to go in.

It's not in this business.

Inevitably, Li Weilie has some resistance. I don't want to go in, but he Feng won't let him go easily. It's impossible!

I'm kidding. How can a person do such a thing? He has to have a partner.

If you don't remember, you have to have a partner. No, you go on alone, nothing else. Loneliness is a problem.

So he Feng will never let Li Weilie go!

"Don't you want to go down?" He Feng said, frowning at Li Weilie in front of him.

"No, no, no, that's not what I mean." Li Weilie quickly waved his hand and said for fear that he Feng would be misunderstood. He was really worried that he Feng would throw it into the deserted Gobi desert and let him live and die.

"That's good!" He Feng nodded slightly.

After that, he went straight to the two corpses standing there and looked at the two corpses in dragon robes in front of him. He Feng frowned and said, "in the old days, Wang Xie Tang's front swallow flew into the homes of ordinary people. Presumably, this must be fate. You two enjoyed all the wealth of the world when you were alive and ended up as a watchdog when you died. It can be regarded as a cycle of cause and effect!"

After that, he Feng waved his hand. In the blink of an eye, the two mummies in front of him, or puppets, were immediately put into his hands and entered the space.

No matter what puppet you are, no matter what control you are under.

But once in He Feng's space, the connection with the outside world must be broken even if you don't want to!

Suddenly, the leader of the blood clan felt a little bad. He suddenly felt that the direct contact between himself and the two watchdog outside the door was broken, as if they had suddenly disappeared.

"Is it because the puppet technique has failed?"

The young blood clan leader frowned and said. He thought a little and nodded. Indeed, it has been 1000 years since his grandfather's generation passed down to now.

It's hard to avoid this awesome spell for such a long time. It will be a little lax.

After so long time erosion, now there is a little problem, which is understandable!

Thinking of this, the young blood clan leader put his heart down and decided to go up and have a look in a few days, and then repair the two puppets. After all, the open door dog has had feelings for so many years.

It's also customary for these two puppets in dragon robes to keep the door open to themselves all day!

Now it suddenly disappears. It's so boring.

It's like an old house. After living in it for a few years, it's hard to guarantee that it will produce some feelings.

This is normal!

However, the leader of the blood clan didn't go out directly. He was busy practicing there. Now his position in the blood clan is as stable as Mount Tai, and no one can shake it. That's why.

As like as two peas and four elders, all of them died. Today, though the strength of the blood is a little down, it is a good thing for the blood Zong owners, because it is the same as the numerous feudal dynasties.

The blood clan has developed for so many years, and there are many factions in it. The four elders are the four factions, and their strength is strong. Even the blood clan leader may not be able to live in them.

In other words, the Lord of the blood clan also depends on their color and form. Otherwise, if several elders unite, they can turn him over to the ground.

Inevitably, the patriarch felt that his position was a little unstable.

On weekdays, they try to reduce their strength, but there is nothing they can do. The strength of practitioners is their own cultivation, which is their biggest reliance, and this cultivation is their own.

What can he do to solve it?

We can only let them go and try to restrain them, but we went out to win the treasure some time ago last year.

Although he failed, after the news came back, the leader of the blood clan cried loudly, dressed in hemp and filial piety for several elders and gave them a ride.

But in my heart, I'm not much happy. All the old guys who hinder me have died. Now I'm the well deserved boss of the blood clan, and no one can help me.

The four new elders who just promoted to the top of the country are called a weak old fellow, so fighting what is not good, but shouting a double click on old iron 666 is still acceptable.

And the weak strength also represents the weak voice. They don't have the right to tell the blood clan leader at all. It's a yes.

I'm afraid that if I offend the leader of the blood clan one day, I'll cut it with a knife or suck myself dry.

And as a new generation of blood clan leader, the leader himself doesn't have much ambition. He wants to keep his own one-third of an acre and be the king of the mountain!

There's no big plan or ambition.

Therefore, naturally, there are no generals who take the initiative to go out to die, nor do they need to open up territory, just like many feudal dynasties.

When the dynasty did not need to open up territory, it did not need any powerful generals. On the contrary, the fewer such people, the better, because each was a predetermined unstable factor.

Therefore, although the internal strength of the blood clan has been reduced a lot, the blood clan leader who has successfully unified the interior is not in mind. I'm kidding. Is this a problem?

It's not a problem at all!

People don't have that ambition and don't want to go out to fight!

What's the use of too much strength?

It's good to be able to control the rotten fish and shrimps under their own hands. It's good to let them be obedient and do things for themselves. Where can we use their strength.

Anyway, I've had a good time in this ancient tomb that has been handed down for generations.

There's no need to go out to make trouble. There are many free days, not to mention more comfortable. Who is willing to go out all day, with beautiful clothes and food, beautiful wife and beauty?

It's easy to lose your life if you don't say the danger!

The leader of the blood clan, who has the lessons of the four elders, doesn't have the slightest idea. He just wants to be a rich and idle man, eat and die!

Then let your son or grandson continue to inherit your life!

In ancient times, people like him were a confused king, a completely confused king!

When his senior general died, he didn't want to say how miserable he died, but that he died well and had no great ambition. He guarded his one-third of an acre of land all day and let others grab it.

Don't make progress, eat and die!

Indulge in wine and lust, a great fool!

So that at the moment, hundreds of disciples or members of the blood clan despise their boss. They are too worthless. They know to play all day. If they are not to maintain their rule, they will not sail against the current or retreat if they do not advance.

I'm afraid I forgot my routine practice?