The boy raised his head.

There was a moment when there was a silence everywhere, and no one dared to make a sound.

The Taoist priest vomited blood and murmured like thunder.

"The heads of 16 mountain gods in Lianhe Qunshan..."

"Lianhe Mountain Lord, forgive me for my sins, forgive me for my sins..."

Li Puyu and Li Yuelin's body were stiff, and he didn't know what was going on in front of him. Li Yixian, who had been roaming outside, knew what these two sentences meant, and his face was pale.

The people fell down in a panic, which was fear and respect, and salutation to the mountain god.

The sound of footsteps sounded.

Before the tiger's magic image, the storm dispersed, and a man eight feet tall stepped out, holding a wine in one hand and holding a spear in the other.

Wearing a bright yellow robe, her long hair of black and white colors drooped, her expression was silent, her eyebrows were sharp, and she walked forward. The tiger figure behind her did not close it, but looked down and walked forward, real and illusory, and her aura was distant in an instant. When everyone was almost breathless, Li Puyu found that Qi Wuhuo did not bow his head and salute, and was anxious. Even if she bowed, she reached out and pulled Qi Wuhuo's clothes down.

In a silence of depression.

The god suddenly smiled and carried the wine pot in his hand.

He joked to the boy in blue shirt:

"I said it clearly last night. I came to see me for drinking today."

"You won't come soon."

"I have to come to you by myself."

The tone is relaxed.
Chapter completed!