Cai Gen waited for a long time after the blood fountain spewed out.
He didn't lose consciousness either.
He didn't even fall to the ground.
It seemed that the passion in my heart was really suppressed by the ultra-low temperature outside.
The mind is still clear and the body can move freely.
I looked at the wine bag in my hand and saw that I had never drunk such a bad wine.
It's bitter, spicy, and tastes like blood.
"Uncle Guan, is your wine expired?
Why does it taste so bad?"
Guan Shanle snatched the wine bag and stuffed it carefully, with a look of reluctance on his face.
"Cai Gen, why are you so ignorant?
Can the wine I drink be an ordinary object?
Does the Ten Thousand Years Fire Dragon Turtle know?
Do you know about Millennium White Jade Grass?
Do you know that Hundred Years Whale Luochen?"
Cai Gen was dumbfounded, even though he didn't know what he said.
But it sounds very precious.
"Whale Luo knows that it seems that whales sink to the bottom of the sea after they die, forming a small ecological circle.
But I don’t know about Whale Luochen.
Could it be the remains of rotten whale bones?"
Guan Shanle glanced at Cai Gen with disdain and looked into the distance of the sea again.
"I have met many people in my life, and in terms of ignorance, you are among the top three."
Cai Gen feels that his ignorance is not a shortcoming. Who is not ignorant?
"Uncle Guan, why don't you let me take another sip.
I really didn't expect that there are so many good things in wine.
Is the Ten Thousand Years Fire Dragon Turtle rare?
Have you already become a sperm?"
Guan Shanle looked into the distance and shook his head gently.
"The Ten Thousand Years Fire Dragon Turtle, I've seen it in novels, but I've never seen it before."
Um?
Cai Gen feels like he has been fooled?
"So, you haven't seen the Millennium White Jade Grass?"
Guan Shanle shook his head gently again.
"Knowing is knowing and not knowing is not knowing. I'm not pretending to understand like you.
I really haven't seen it before, it appears in novels."
I'm crazy...
Cai Gen made an instant decision to change the topic.
"Okay, ginger is still spicy when it's old.
Uncle Guan, you are old and hot, I accept it.
Since the matter in Iceland has something to do with you, let’s talk about it.
Why are my clients killing each other?
My employees, by the way, I still have an employee in Iceland.”
Cai Gen turned his head and shouted towards Shi Huozhu.
“Azhu, what are the names of our employees in Iceland?
That's the Inuit kid."
Shi Huozhu felt chilled when he saw Cai Gen spurting blood.
If this problem is not cured, wouldn't it be too messy to just have a fountain of blood come to the enemy at the critical moment?
Who would have thought that Cai Gen could hold on, except for spraying some blood, and he didn't know the cycle time?
When he heard Cai Gen ask him, he quickly took out his mobile phone and wanted to check.
Who would have thought that Guan Shanle answered Cai Gen.
"Your employee's name is Chacha, and his full name is Guarjia. Chacha is my grandson.
Our Guarga family is not prosperous.
Until now, this single seedling is the only one left in Iceland.
By the way, there is another thing you said that is wrong.
Those old guys killed each other first and then became your customers.
Instead of killing each other after becoming your customers.
I think someone is up to something, but I have no proof.
With my ability, there is nothing I can do.
I originally wanted to seek help from the other shaman families directly, but they all pointed their fingers at you, saying that only you can handle the shaman family's affairs.
In particular, there are two successful cases.
The Taiqing Valley is neatly groomed, and it is said that the Nine Toes villagers have begun to go around the lake to make ancient calls.
Unexpectedly, Taiqinggou's situation would eventually fall on the Kuafu clan. The arrangement of the God of Kua is really unexpected.
And Luo Luan in Xuecheng, you did a good job too. Even if the little cutie shows up, you can kill him. You are worthy of awakening the God of Pain.
The snow has fallen and snowmen have been piled up. The return of the giants is just around the corner.
Do you know? Cai Gen.
Seeing that the other two companies are on the right track, starting the process and entering the next stage, I am not anxious to death.
There are only two of us Guarjas left in Iceland.
Once I die, my life here will cease. How will I enter my ancestors' graves then?
But, this time in Iceland, I am quite pessimistic about your ability.
After all, the situation is different.
If we say that the Gonggong clan in Taiqinggou has internal conflicts.
If we say that the Raxi Protoss in Syracuse is an adjustment within the system.
Then what we in Iceland have to face are completely hostile forces.
I hope you are mentally prepared and don't think about problems with habitual thinking.
The moment you set foot on Iceland, you will face no more friends or old friends, only enemies, only enemies you need to destroy.
Cai Gen, do you remember?"
Cai Gen followed Guan Shanle's example and looked at the sea in the distance, nodding thoughtfully.
"Uncle Guan, you just spoke a little too fast, can you say it again?
I only remember that your grandson is my employee, his name is Cha Cha.
I didn't pay attention to the rest.
Your grandson looks young, how scumbag can he be?
It is said that Iceland is vast and sparsely populated, with a population of only a few hundred thousand.
If your grandson was such a scumbag, he would have already become famous in Iceland, and he should no longer have a scumbag foundation.
Besides, although your grandson is pretty handsome, he is still a beauty in the world. Does he specialize in tourists?
Master the curiosity of tourists and experience the exotic customs of the Inuit?
If being so scumbag is due to genetics, then why are there only two of you Guarjia family left, your grandson and your grandson?
Shouldn't it be leafy and blooming everywhere?
So, can you tell me why your grandson is such a scumbag?"
Guan Shanle grabbed Cai Gen's clothes and wanted to throw him into the sea.
Let alone calling his grandson a scumbag, he is just as good at talking as he is.
After thinking and thinking, and enduring again and again, I finally let go of Cai Gen.
“Cai Gen, is your mouth rented?
Why are you talking so much?"
"Uncle Guan, you talk a lot.
How much did you pay for renting it per day?
By the way, you never spend money. Look at my memory.
Was it Lang Mintao who helped you pay the rent?"
Cai Gen was determined to get some truth out of Guan Shanle's mouth, so as not to go to Iceland to be blinded.
The strategy used is also very practical. Guan Shanle's emotions must be aroused and he loses control before he can speak without hesitation.
Who would have thought that Guan Shanle did not lose control, but felt very lost.
"We, the Guarja clan, originally had many people in Iceland.
But, they all died.
We sacrificed ourselves for our duty.
In Iceland, the fighting never stops and the sacrifices continue.
Chacha had seven uncles, eight uncles, and eleven aunts, all of whom died.
Cha Cha also had thirty-seven cousins, forty-two cousins, seventy-six cousins, and eighty-four cousins, all of whom also died.
Chacha is the youngest child, so it's just his turn yet.
In other words, he is not old enough and is not qualified to sacrifice.
I'm not telling you this to take credit.
I just want to tell you that we in Iceland, Gualja, have run out of gas and can hardly survive.
If you don’t come, we will..."
When Cai Gen heard this, he finally became serious.
How can there be any quiet time?
It's just that someone is silently carrying the burden for you and moving forward.