I know it has been difficult for you these past few years, you have worked hard, and you have been wronged.
You gave everything for the god of suffering, gave everything.
I also know that you are struggling, making sacrifices, and shedding blood and tears.
One day I see the God of Pain, I will definitely convey it to you.
If he doesn't thank you, I will severely condemn him for you.
Let’s just talk about the things at hand. What should we do next?
How long will it take for this sandstorm to stop?"
Cai Gen'er's meaning is quite obvious.
It's useless for you to report your grievances to me. Everything you sacrificed is for the God of Pain. Or in other words, it's for this human world.
Anyway, it's definitely not because of me, Cai Gen. Don't kidnap me casually. Don't do this.
Of course Qi Mingpu, who has become a mature man, can understand it.
Moreover, Cai Gen is already here, so adding more would be superfluous.
"How long will this sandstorm last?
It depends on whether it is a big year or a small year."
Um?
Cai Gen'er felt that Qi Mingpu was talking nonsense to him, but he had no evidence, so he could only continue to listen to him.
"What is a big year? What is a small year?"
Qi Mingpu pointed in the direction of the totem pole outside the window.
"I have lived to be 97 years old and have been here countless times.
I have encountered sandstorms like this countless times.
We have also figured out certain rules from this.
There are three small years, one big year, and four years of reincarnation.
When I was young, the dark energy inside was not particularly violent, and the impact on the totem pole array was not very strong either.
Even if there is a sandstorm, three to five days will pass.
But during the New Year, the dark energy inside is particularly intense.
The sandstorm that arose at this time would never stop within three to five months.
It just so happens that this year is Chinese New Year.
If you want to wait for these sandstorms to stop on their own.
If it doesn’t take three to five months, there will definitely be no chance.”
Cai Gen'er looked at Qi Mingpu coldly, this old guy must be deceiving him.
And he was sure that the old guy hadn't finished what he said, there were still buts.
"Lao Qitou, although we haven't been in contact for a long time, I am quite interesting to you.
No matter which direction we look at, we should not be considered outsiders.
But if you keep following these routines with me, it will be a bit hurtful.
You may not know me very well.
I just look like a reasonable person.
There are many times when I am not very reasonable.
And his temper is not as good as it looks.
If you keep talking nonsense with me, I'm going to get worried.
Despite your age, you can't even kneel down and beg me.
If you don't believe it, you can call Tong Aijia and ask.
Or ask Guan Shanle, what kind of person am I?"
It seems that Cai Gen'er patiently explained it for a long time, but in fact everyone who knows Cai Gen well knows that.
When he starts to calmly tell you the pros and cons of something, that means he is not ready to be calm anymore.
This is the last buffer, just like a person who is about to die has a chance to reflect.
If he fails to seize this opportunity, Cai Gen may not be able to get into trouble after he blows up his hair.
But Qi Mingpu didn't know it and still made an empiricist error.
No matter what Cai Gen's identity is, his age is at stake after all.
How much trouble can an ordinary person who has been an ordinary person for thirty or forty years make in a shitty city once he wakes up?
Besides, Qi Mingpu also has his own plans, plans that are not so glorious.
In his expectation, Cai Gen must completely solve the trouble here this time without leaving any tail.
Of course, this matter is quite difficult, and Cai Gen also needs more motivation.
Currently, Cai Gen'er's purpose in coming to northern Xinjiang is to save flies.
If the fly is easily rescued, according to Cai Gen'er's temperament, it will be difficult to have the motivation to face the difficulties and completely solve the problem here.
To put it more plainly, Loki is not an alarmist. If the gods in the Egyptian god system are not determined to die or fight, they have no chance of winning.
But what Cai Gen lacks now is the motivation to fight desperately or die. Simply saving flies is not enough.
However, in Qi Mingpu's plan, living flies may not be enough.
So is the hatred brought by a dead fly heavier?
If some unexpected events that cannot be resisted by humans affect Cai Gen's ability to catch flies, time will be wasted, time will be delayed, and eventually the flies will die tragically.
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Then the hatred between Cai Gen and the Zhi Ai god line is completely irreconcilable.
All that's left is to see how courageous Cai Gen is to avenge the fly.
Comparing the two evils, Qi Mingtu decided to create this hatred and sacrifice the fly.
Although morally speaking, it makes little sense no matter how you look at it.
But Qi Mingpu's conscience didn't feel any guilt at all.
After all, he was sacrificing flies from the perspective of the human world and all the people in the world.
Perspectives and patterns cannot be judged by normal human emotions.
In the face of the overall situation, everyone can be sacrificed, including Qi Mingpu himself and the ancestors of shamanism have done so for generations.
Since he had no guilt on his conscience, Qi Mingpu looked at Cai Gen calmly and shrugged.
"Cai Gener, I know you are anxious, but this is the situation.
No one wants to, and no one can do anything about it.
I know your friend the fly can't wait that long.
But who can blame this?
The first thing to blame is his bad luck.
The second most to blame are those who instigated it.
It's no use getting angry with me and getting angry with me.
I didn't catch the fly, and I didn't kill the fly.
Let's play it safe and recharge our batteries. Three to five months will pass quickly.
I called my family and asked them to send the supplies as soon as possible.
What kind of cow or sheep? I will definitely make you vomit after eating it.
Even if you want a pussy, I can satisfy you.
It's no use if you can sing and dance well, you'll be fine when you get older."
Cai Gen was so angry that he disappeared in an instant.
At the beginning, various emperors always wanted to attack the Western Regions, which was not unreasonable.
At this time, Qi Mingpu was specifically picking on his own weaknesses.
I couldn't hold it back and blurted out.
"Really? So white?"
Qi Mingpu just said it casually, but he didn't expect that Cai Gen would actually take it seriously, and he was also stunned.
Cai Gen's eyes lit up when he mentioned women.
Isn’t it a bit redundant that I thought so much just now?
If we bring in girls who are good at singing and dancing, there won't be a sandstorm, and Cai Gen won't be in a hurry to go in.
Xiao Sun quickly patted Cai Gen on the shoulder.
"Third uncle, third uncle, please control yourself."
Being reminded by Xiao Sunyi, Cai Gen'er immediately changed his face, and Haoran's righteousness emerged spontaneously.
Xiao Tmall stood up and exposed all Qi Mingpu's tricks.
"Old Qitou, don't talk nonsense with my master.
What are you thinking in your heart? Does my master know?
What's not girly?
Why are you so vulgar?
My master is not that kind of person with low taste. What can Bai Bubai do?
We are all willing to serve as your spearheads, but you are still not satisfied.
You still want to get a gun?
When will the gun be fired?
It's up to you to have the final say. You really think too much.
Forget it, it's useless to tell you, you will cry sometimes.
Master, let me try and try to stop the wind."
Cai Gen nodded solemnly, and Xiao Tmall's performance was as consistent as ever.
So under the watchful eyes of everyone, Xiaoling Mao got off the plane despite the strong wind.
