Lu Li and Dongyang King have long expressed their attitude.

Although the Han people had few minor officials, they were all eloquent, especially Wang Su. Yihun saw that he had already stood on the side of the Han people, and obviously had completely become the spokesperson for these people without hesitation.

To some extent, they are still atheists, and they are the ones who oppose the great gods of the North.

Yi Hun has always been riding on the wall, but now it is hard to get rid of the tiger!

It seemed as if riding on the tiger's back.

The huge deterrence brought by the gray armored soldier is even more powerful than a tiger.

He is a soldier and has always been afraid of the army!

He immediately understood that it was time to express his opinion, and he really should express his opinion!

He also looked firm and dared not take the lead any longer. Otherwise, he thought that the next one who was unlucky would be himself.

The scorching sun is in the sky, and everything is silent.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the high priest - on his pure black robe. Those black bone necklaces, black hats, and black skinny hands.

He stood in the middle of the square, so lonely.

It seemed as if what he just sang was not a sacrificial song, but also a loneliness.

He spoke, and his teeth were also black.

Everyone suddenly felt a little breathless.

Luo Jia also felt a little breathless.

The prince stared at him, his palms as if he had experienced the dog days of misery, and his sweat quietly wet his sleeves.

It is like an invisible big net, slowly opening up, opening up... endless big nets.

I really don’t know what the high priest is going to say!

"The ceremony is over, the high priest and priest are completed!"

The person who speaks is the psychic Taoist priest.

No one thought that he would speak.

Everyone felt that they were still unsatisfied, but they didn't know what was wrong. They stared at him hatefully, wishing they could pull him out and kill him.
Chapter completed!