I didn't expect He Naizi to take action directly that day.
Moreover, last time in Taiqinggou, He Naizi had already lost all his skills.
What can she rely on to make her feel confident?
A handful of pieces of paper came to me, and I turned around in a dashing way.
Unfortunately, not a single one escaped.
He was covered in mourning clothes and stained with scraps of paper.
"burst!"
Every piece of fragile paper seemed to be stained with nitroglycerin.
They exploded simultaneously, sending flames into the sky.
That day I paid for my carelessness.
Dressed in white, he was burned to pieces in an instant.
Fortunately, I was wearing a shaman's war skirt underneath, which had amazing defensive power.
Even so, the ominous mask was darkened by smoke.
That day, I casually took out a dark drum stick and played the shaman drum.
"He Naizi, you are looking for death.
Dare to come to our Nala family and cause trouble.
I."
After holding back the next words for a long time, I suddenly changed my words.
"I don't care about you at all.
There are big things to do today, you can wait for tomorrow.
I peeled off your skin and tore off your bones.
Kill the wild bastard in your belly."
As the head of the clan, he is a dignified shaman.
It's really not appropriate for such a big talker to speak such obscene words.
I don't say that I am a little bit humble, and I don't show my face either.
"No, she opened her mouth wide open.
You don't care about it?
Are you not sick?"
Cai Gen couldn't stand listening anymore.
This is unreasonable.
He Naizi was destined to fall out if he acted hastily.
Why don't you care about it?
That day I took off my mask and hung it behind my back.
With a gloomy face, he whispered to Cai Gen.
"Cai Gen, your relationship with our eight shaman families.
I think you know it too.
Today is indeed very important for our Nala clan.
That day was more important to me.
Give me some face and talk to you tomorrow if you need anything.
I will definitely give you an explanation and a reasonable explanation.
I don't know how you got here.
Can you please take your people and leave first?
Come again tomorrow at dawn.
If you are not satisfied with the explanation, I will give it to you if you want my life."
By the end of the story, Tianyi's eyes were all red.
It's like ten thousand years of constipation, with endless unspeakable secrets.
Cai Gen is not an unreasonable person.
After all, what is the relationship with shamanism?
The people of Shamanism have worked hard for the project of the God of Pain for so many years without any merit.
Dedication and sacrifice are the norm and deserve the most basic respect.
However, that was a favor from Kushen, and it had something to do with Cai Gen.
You shamans treat each other with courtesy, eat well and drink well, and do things well.
If they were secretive and didn't hold back anything good, then Cai Gen couldn't coddle them.
"Well, on that day, I have to give you your face.
Even if you don't take me seriously.
Even if you don't treat me as a guest.
Even though I came all the way here, you didn't even give me a mouthful of hot water.
Even if, forget it, I am not a fussy person.
Let Young Master Long come out, I brought you here and I want to take him away."
I was a little annoyed that day. I didn't expect Cai Gen to be so insufferable.
"Oh, why don't you understand?
This is something within our shamanism.
I have something to do with you.
That young dragon can't leave. If he wants to leave, we'll have to wait until tomorrow.
Go now, don't leave any traces of ink."
Before he finished speaking that day, a big 43-foot foot appeared in front of him.
Cha Cha took the lead without Cai Gen's permission.
"Who the hell are you talking about?
Why are you talking to my Uncle Cai?
It’s shameless, right?”
A huge bird wing appeared out of thin air.
The patron saint of that day, Lan Yatu, appears.
Then, a bird's beak, like an elephant's trunk, stretched out.
Let’s try out the defensive power of Chat Chat.
"Lan Yatu, don't touch him.
Cai Gen, I have said both good and bad things.
It's up to you to choose whatever you want."
Tianyi was wrapped up in Lan Yatu's wings and quickly retreated.
Immediately afterwards, other Nala clan members in the mourning hall took action one after another.
Totem poles, one after another, fell from the roof.
Isolate Cai Gen and the others from the mourning hall.
Cai Gen has experienced several formations composed of totem poles.
For example, the protective formation in front of Tong Ai’s house.
There is also a large formation on Taiqing ditch to keep you safe.
I don’t know what the formation in front of me is called.
No matter what it is called, the defense is absolutely guaranteed.
Judging from past experience, shamanism, which is deeply blessed by our ancestors, and the sealing formation to protect the calf, is well known to the world.
Cai Gen did not touch the defensive formation formed by the totem poles.
I had never seen it before, and looked dissatisfied.
When you go up, you kick the totem pole, hoping to get down ten times with one force.
Both Xiao Tianmao and Shi Huozhu have seen it before, but how could they remind them of their evil intentions?
Sure enough, there was a burst of sparks and lightning, and Chicha was electrocuted so much that he lay on the ground twitching, his face was distorted, and he couldn't get up for a long time.
Cai Gen sighed, it was too reckless and not rational at all.
"That day, I remember, Mr. Long was still your elder, the Nineteenth Master.
When you come back today, hold a funeral for him. Isn't that too filial?"
That day, I stood in the center of the mourning hall, preparing to start the ceremony.
It seems that this ritual is very complicated and takes a long time to perform.
"Of course I know, he is the Nineteenth Master.
However, only the Nineteenth Master can save our Nala clan.
Only the Nineteenth Master can help the Eighteenth Nai get out of trouble.
From now on, we Nala clan will live standing up, or continue to kneel down.
It just depends on today."
Holy shit, Cai Gen was deceived.
Why is there still something about eighteen breasts?
Could it be that the old lady in the portrait is the eighteenth girl?
It seems that Mr. Long's seniority in the Nala family is indeed quite high.
The age gap is so wide.
"Did you forget that day?
Young Master Long has joined the Ma Jia clan and became their successor.
Aren't you afraid that Tong Ai's family and the elder master will come to settle a score with you?"
That day I burned a piece of yellow paper, turned it around in the void a few times, and muttered something for a long time.
Finally, the paper ashes were put into the tall vermilion coffin.
"Cai Gen, don't try to use Tong Aijia to oppress me.
My eighteenth daughter was married from the Ma Jia family.
Back then, we came to Bangzi country with our Nala clan.
The Eighteen Breasts were also the success of our previous generations.
In terms of relationship, Tong Aijia and Shiba Nai are closer than me."
Wow, damn, it’s too complicated.
As for the eight shaman families, they all intermarried with each other, which is really unclear.
Cai Gen turned around and asked He Naizi.
"You used to be considered a shaman.
Why was Nalashi driven to Bangzi Kingdom?
Aren’t the eight Shamans always united?
All kinds of marriages and intermarriages, I am one of you, why does it involve fighting?"
He Naizi's attention was always on the coffin, and he was a little impatient. Cai Gen asked questions.
"Oh, when did this happen?
You are still interested in gossip.
After a while, my little dragon became cold.
Stop asking around."
ah?
Cai Gen was a bit at a loss as he was scolded by He Naizi.
Give up one's identity and make a gesture of invitation.
He stepped back to the corner and squatted down.
The meaning is obvious, if you rush to save the old man, no one will stop you.
If you don't have the ability, don't act like a coward and kidnap others.
Cai Gen expressed his stance, and everyone followed Cai Gen's steps and squatted in the corner, away from the totem pole.
Only He Naizi was left, standing there, looking very desolate.
Helpless, He Naizi also squatted in front of Cai Gen.
Because of my big belly, I sat directly on the ground.
"Boss Cai, what do you want?"
"Speak well and say good things.
Don’t panic if something happens, let’s deal with it first.”
Without Cai Gen's words, Xiao Tmall started to smoke.
