"Believe it or not."

The hero's wrist flickered, and the god-killing disappeared.

Yaoguang's eyes showed a reluctance to leave, and he pursed his lips and wrote on the ground: "Please let me look at it for a while, I promise not to touch it."

As expected, the God-killing Sword is not simple!

By the way, in that dream, the knife holder was wearing a black cloak. Thinking about it carefully, it looked very similar to Yao Guang's dress!

It’s not... it’s the Lord of Taishan?!

Then who was the person he killed?

A terrible thought popped up in the hero's mind, and he quickly shook his head and shook it away.

Emperor Tian had the time to create the orc clan a thousand years ago, how could he die? This idea is too ruthless, and he can't let himself go like this in the future.

He summoned the God-killing Sword again and inserted it on the ground. He got up and limped into the house, as if someone was chasing him from behind.

He was afraid of being struck by lightning.

Yaoguang looked at the god of killing, who was "defiled" by the soil with distress. He seemed to want to pull it out, but he remembered the hero's warning and never dared to touch it.

"What kind of knife is that?" Liu Shang stood at the window and asked the hero.

"God killing."

Liushang seemed to be electrocuted, "Once Xuanyuan Aotian's sword, the one treasured in Kunlun Academy?"

"Yes." The hero poured himself a cup of tea and tried to do two sets of flexion and extension movements. He felt that the pain was no longer so obvious, and his desire to go home early became more and more urgent.

"No wonder!" Liu Shang murmured, "It is said that it was a divine weapon built by Taishan God. It was accidentally obtained by Xuanyuan Aotian. Taishan Temple pursued it several times, but it was not successful because of its lack of strength. Later, the war broke out, and Xuanyuan Aotian was promoted to the earthly god again. The temple could only pinch its nose and pretend to be invisible."

What a weapon from Taishan?

The hero was so shocked that he could hardly hold the tea cup.

"Why did the temple allow Kunlun Academy to collect divine weapons after the master of the family went there?"

"Master of the Family?" Liu Shang was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized, "It turns out that Your Highness has already joined the disciple of He Saint. No wonder, congratulations!

As for the reason why the temple was not returned, it was naturally because Saint He refused to give it to the four saints in Middle Earth. The face of the four saints is no smaller than that of the priests in the nine temples.

What's more, Kunlun Academy has never been a simple Academy. His Highness’s family has a million-mile territory in Shuangzhou. Wouldn’t they respect there?"

Huh, it turns out that the cheap master is so awesome! Doesn’t that mean that I can’t even pee in the temple in the future? Haha, it’s great!

By the way, I have become a useless person now. The unscrupulous master will not refuse to admit me, right?!

Not impossible.

Mr. Baishan, I cried you eighteen generations of ancestors!

An evil fire emerged from the hero's heart. With a move, the god-killing outside flew back and crawled into his palm.

Yaoguang chased into the house, looking at his hands, looking infatuated, just like a little resentful woman watching the scumbag who had abandoned her.

If I asked her to sleep with her on the grounds of letting her admire the gods casually, would she agree?

The hero couldn't help but think evilly.

...

Two days later, the village’s housekeeper finished harvesting, and the annual Heavenly Worshiping Festival arrived.

The Blessing Festival is the most solemn festival of the Orcs, which means to thank the Emperor Tian for giving them another year of harvest so that they will not have the worries of hunger.

On this day, every household was decorated with lights and slaughtering chickens and sheep, and adults and children changed into new clothes. The girls and young men who just grew up dressed up themselves in an attempt to win the favor of their lovers during the carnival tonight.

In the eyes of heroes, this festival can not only be called the Harvest Festival, but also the Courtship Festival. It is full of the primitive sense of ancient tribes and is also romantic.

As night fell, a large number of bonfires were lit in the small square at the entrance of the village where the grain was dried. Every villager carried a table and placed it around the bonfire. The tables were filled with their own wine and dishes.

Hero and Liushang, Yaoguang, as guests, were arranged in the seat next to the patriarch.

The patriarch is an old man with white hair and beard. He is not tall, but his arms are long, his palms are wide, his lips are thick like sausages, and his teeth are gone, and he smiles like a black hole.

The hero has never seen the old man transform, but he guesses that it is within the scope of the apes.

As the auspicious time comes, the festival begins to climax with the command of the patriarch.

The unmarried girls ran out and saluted the patriarch and elders, and then held hands and sang and danced wildly around the bonfire.

They were thin and barefoot, sometimes shaking their hair, sometimes raising their legs high, and their movements were neat and uniform, simple and rough, but full of youthful vitality and the beauty of power.

The villagers drank loudly, laughed loudly, pointed at the girls, commented, boasted or praised, and the small square became a sea of ​​joy.

The hero was seriously injured and could not drink strong wine. Huang Shiqi specially prepared a sweet and sour rice wine for him. He drank a small sip after a while, and soon he was infected. He temporarily forgot his worries and became happy.

Liu Shang, who was sitting on his left, was also a wonderful person. He always had a light look on his face, as if nothing could disrupt his rhythm when he was talking and doing things, but now he was drunk until the bowl was dry, and his arms were opened, his bald head was shiny, and he was extremely proud.

Yaoguang sitting on the right hand made the hero a little headache. Since this girl had seen the god killer, she followed him step by step except sleeping and going to the bathroom, and it was like she became his shadow. Except that she could not serve others, her family would have been unemployed.

At this moment, she didn't eat meat or drink alcohol, so she stared at the hero intently, making the hero want to sue her for sexual harassment.

Suddenly, his legs sank. He lowered his head and saw a little white fox lying in his arms, with his front paws lying on the table, and was drinking his rice wine.

"What are you doing?" Huang Nannan was very dissatisfied with being carried away by the hero, and her little body twisted.

After knocking on her head, the hero scolded: "Children cannot drink."

"Dad let me drink it."

"Your father is wrong. Don't allow it in the future. Do you know? I really want to drink it. Let's talk about it after I was eighteen."

"Ah? Eighteen? They can get married at fifteen!"

This is the custom here. The hero didn't know what to say, so he picked a few kinds of fruits from the table, peeled the flesh into the bowl, then covered it with a plate, and said to Yaoguang: "Take a force in, but don't hurt the bowl."

Yaoguang didn't understand why, but he obediently did as he said.

Then, the hero slanted the bowl and the brightly colored juice dripped into the cup. As for the bowl, only the flesh residue that was shattered by the true energy was left.

"Here." He stuffed the juice to Huang Nannan and held it. He said, "I want to drink, so I'll talk about it after you get married. Come and try this. My brother is sure to drink a hundred times better than the wine."

Huang Nannan took a sip, and her big eyes instantly lit up like stars. She forgot that she was licking water with her tongue. She raised her cup and poured it into her mouth, spilling her and the hero all over.

"Slow down, there are so many fruits. If you like brother, I will make it for you."

The hero was so amused and looked at Yao Guang squintedly, thinking: If the Taishan Temple knew that I used the divine servants they had cultivated with great effort as juicer, would I fire my descendant of the God of the Underworld?

"Brother Xiong..."

After drinking the juice, Huang Nannan jumped onto his shoulders, rubbed his face as a tissue, and rubbed it back and forth with her pointed mouth.

"Brother, Nannan will be fifteen in two years. Would you marry you?"
Chapter completed!