"When the high priest of my Jiao Human race approached to the point of transformation, he used his last true life as a sacrifice to the little girl. Someone would step on the colorful waters and this person would be the little girl's husband."

"Yeah~"

When Xia Tuo heard the sound, he was stunned. This was... done?

Fat Brother is driving the colorful auspicious clouds?

Then, he automatically replenished his brain. What a large colorful auspicious cloud he had to cover his big face and fat body.

Don't crush the auspicious clouds.

I feel sorry for the auspicious clouds.

After walking around, Linghu Shuijun came to the door and said that this is the relationship.

It was not Fat Brother who kidnapped the Princess of the Dragon Human Race, but the Dragon Human Race wanted to capture Fat Brother as a son-in-law.

Be good, Longdong, Jiao son-in-law.

The love of Linghu Shuijun is here to dig out the details of the future son-in-law.

But then again, Fat Brother is not broken.

It is more than enough to be married to a husband of the Jiao Ren princess.

Also, the dying high priest of the Jiao Ren tribe is not simple. There are only a few people living outside the territory in the entire border desertion. Fat Brother’s family background and bloodline are definitely the best.

This guy is really accurate.

The key is, Fat Brother is happy.

Thinking of this, Xia Tuo took advantage of the time of holding the wine cup and looked at each other with the old Shenhou, and then the old Shenhou said, "Shuijun, this girl Ling'er..."

Speaking of this, the old Shenhou paused, hesitated for a moment and said again: "The so-called marriage is a thread of connection, and the good couple is natural, why do you need to worry? Is it true that Shuijun still not believe in the high priest in the clan?"

"Of course I believe it."

Linghu Shuijun nodded. If he didn't believe it, he wouldn't have run so far from the northeast to the northwest.

"I have raised this daughter for four thousand years, where..."

"Puff~"

In an instant, the old Shenhou and the Linghu Shuijun both looked at Xia Tuo.

"Ahem~~"

Xia Tuo choked on a sip of wine, took a deep breath, waved his hand, and said, "That ~ is rude."

What a fucking mentality.

Only after practicing hard to the realm of the land of the earth can one live for more than three thousand years.

It is only four thousand years old that he is adult.

very nice.

All his jealous eyes were red.

Of course, not all the dragons are like the father and daughter of Linghu Shuijun. It depends on their strength and bloodline. Ordinary dragons only live for two or three thousand years.

It's only two or three thousand years.

Click!

My mentality collapsed again.

"Ling'er just became an adult, so I, a father, can't stay with her for the rest of my life."

For a moment, Xia Tuo had some questions in his heart.

Can Fat Brother do it?

No wonder the old Shenhou was just talking, and the old Shenhou's mentality also collapsed.

"Shui Jun, with you here, can Ling'er suffer a loss?"

At this time, the old Shenhou spoke, ready to avoid this sad topic.

"Of course, if that fat man dares to bully my Ling'er, I will refine his fat body and light the sky lantern."

...

Spiritual Palace.

"Ah snee~"

"Ah yo~~~"

"Ah Yee~~Ah Yee~~~"

In the empty spirit garden, Fat Brother sat cross-legged in the stone pavilion, his face full of energy. The colorful pure Yang treasure tree was left outside the stone pavilion and fell to the ground casually, without even planting it.

"Ah snee~"

"Yeah~~"

For a moment, his whole body became cold, and Fatty Brother looked around and saw who was cursing him.

It's over.

I was definitely poisoned.

What to do?

Didn’t I just accidentally fall into the giant zodiac, why did someone even come out to call me husband?

But let alone, it's really lovely.

Big eyes are watery.

Fat brother, who was sitting cross-legged by the spiritual well, supported his chin with his hands, narrowed his eyes, and felt a little confused.

"Yeah~"

Not long after, Fat Brother suddenly came back to his senses and shook his head hard.

I was definitely poisoned.

What are you thinking about?

Fatty Master’s journey is in the desolate sky. One day he will go back and step on the group of old, stubborn and decadent faces at home, and step on their faces into the pit.

Work.

Yes, work.

Plant trees.

...

"What does Shui Jun think about the situation in the border wasteland?"

"What does the Lord of the Great Xia Clan think of my Jiao Human Clan?"

Xia Tuo spoke, but unexpectedly he was asked by Linghu Shuijun.

In fact, his thoughts are not narrow. The human race embraces all rivers, and bloodlines are just a foundation.

Some people wear human skin and do not do human affairs, practice demon skills, and use human race as blood sacrifice to satisfy their martial arts path. What is the difference between such a person and a demon?

Therefore, the human race not only depends on the bloodline, but also on whether there is human heart and human nature. One thought becomes a human and one thought becomes a demon.

What Linghu Shuijun has done over the years has protected countless human races in the northeastern region of the border and desert, and has great merit for the border and desert human races.

The same is true for the old Shenhou.

"The Jiao Renren is also human."

Xia Tuo spoke and continued: "Since the Daqi King's tribe came ten thousand years ago, the Linghu Giant Ze Jiao people have made great contributions to protecting the human blood descendants."

Speaking of this, Xia Tuo's words paused, the smell of alcohol on his body was wiped out, and a trend rose.

"My Daxia is established in accordance with the fortune of the north, gathering hundreds of millions of human races to manifest the fortune of the tribe. This contribution will not be forgotten."

Xia Tuo spoke in a very loud tone, affirming the contributions of the Jiao people over the years, and even boasting that he remembered this contribution, which made Linghu Shuijun's eyes fall on him.

For a moment, Linghu Shuijun's eyes were burning, and a blue divine light appeared in his pupils. He stared at Xia Tuo, and a dragon roar was faintly resounding.

At this moment, Xia Tuo's expression did not change, and he let Linghu Shuijun look directly.

Now that Daxia has embarked on the road to the Hou tribe, he is already qualified and confident to say that Daxia is respected in the north of the border.

The fortune and trend of the border and desert north will be included in the Great Xia tribe.

He has the confidence.

To unify the north, all government orders came out of the Daxia tribe's courtyard and transported herdsmen on behalf of Tianzhang.

Huh ~

Looking at Xia Tuo quietly, after a few breaths, Linghu Shuijun's momentum was first to ease. He breathed a long sigh of relief. A trace of desolation appeared on his face as vigor as jade, and vicissitudes rose in his eyes.

He is really old.
To be continued...