Chapter 867: Choke you to death
Suddenly, I heard King Ashiq Khan solemnly announcing that he had found the prince. All the clansmen in the royal city were silent. No one made a loud noise or whispered. However, many clansmen who knew that King Khan had no heir were already silent.
Tears streamed down my face. These were tears of joy. Finding the prince meant the inheritance of the royal bloodline. In the hearts of most tribesmen, Ashig was a kind, humble and good Khan. Their support for him had penetrated into every tribesman.
in his blood, and of course the future prince
Ashige's eyes were full of tears, and he slowly stretched out his palm in the direction where Xu Qing was standing, and said in a trembling voice: "Come here, my son, stand in front of our people."
Although Xu Qing had been prepared in his heart, he still felt uneasy when he was about to be treated as a prince by a large group of strange Mongolians. If he faced a large group of ferocious beasts, he would not be at all nervous, but now he faced
I felt very unsure about the large group of Mongolians who were related to me by blood, and I didn’t even move for a long time.
Damn it, I originally wanted to recognize my father in private and then return to the country, but now it’s better, what kind of turnip prince has I become?
The servant stepped forward to stand with King Khan. She didn't understand. Where was the heroic spirit of the little prince who kicked the galloping horse just now?
"Just go, don't worry. Anyway, if you stretch your head or shrink it, it will be a knife." Xu Qinggong gritted his teeth and assumed the posture of going to the execution ground. He strode to his father's side with his head held high and his chest held high. He looked at his nose and nose.
Observe your mind and treat everyone opposite you as air
Asiga smiled and put his arms around his son's shoulders, and said to the tribe: "Look, do we look alike?" Not to mention, if the two father and son appeared alone, no one would think of this, but if they were side by side
They look so similar when we stand together.
The moment the father and son stood together, the emotions of all the tribesmen boiled instantly. Their facial features, mouth and nose, including their faces, were all alike. Xu Qing had an air of heroism around him, while Ah Xige had a trace between his eyebrows.
A look of haggardness after recovering from a serious illness. The biggest difference is the skin color. One is a healthy wheat color, and the other is pale and sickly. This is also the crux of the relationship between the two that some people fail to see at a glance.
"Long live King Ashiq Khan"
"Long live Prince Huhe..."
The clansmen living in the royal city all cheered like a mountain and a tsunami. Many people were so excited that tears filled their eyes. Some even squatted down and covered their faces and cried. These are the clansmen who wholeheartedly support Ashiq Khan. Of course,
They will also give this support to the prince without hesitation
Only the drug abuse expert in the Jintong Gang knew that the gang leader was the son of King Khan, but Xu Qing had warned him to keep secret for the time being. Now that it had been put on the table, he no longer had to hide it, so he proudly revealed it in front of the others.
hindsight
After the surprise, a melodious sound of the matouqin sounded, followed by the sound of drums, and the joyful tribesmen danced passionately. People celebrated the return of the prince in a unique way on this special festival.
The members of the Jintong Gang gathered in a circle consciously. They did not expect that the young gang leader was actually a Mongolian prince with half royal blood. Except for Wei Damao, everyone else felt more or less strange. After all, everyone was serious.
The Chinese people feel a little aggrieved to have a Mongolian prince as their leader.
How could Wei Damao fail to see what these people were thinking? He looked at the depressed Jin Tong members with a smile and said in a deep voice: "Do you all know how long it took Venerable Jin Tong to find the inheritor?"
Everyone shook their heads in confusion to express their ignorance, but they all knew that without the Venerable Jin Tong, they would not be where they are today. Everyone has received the favor from the Venerable Jin Tong, and even most of the people here have owed the grace of survival, but why do you respect the Venerable Jin Tong?
Who would choose the Mongolian prince standing not far away? How much time did it take?
Wei Damao smiled and said: "As far as I know, Venerable Jin Tong spent at least twenty years looking for a successor until he appeared." He was indeed referring to Xu Qing, and the implication was that
It took Venerable Jin Tong a long time to select the successor, and no matter who he was, he must obey him unconditionally.
An expert on drug addiction said, "I don't think the leader of the gang considers himself a prince. He will definitely not disappoint His Majesty's instructions."
In fact, Xu Qing received the inheritance without any instructions at all. He only knew that the old man disappeared in the blink of an eye. His abilities were discovered step by step on his own.
Wei Damao's smile suddenly faded: "Venerable Jin Tong has read countless people, and it is impossible for him to choose the wrong successor. What our Jin Tong Gang has to do is to do our best to support the inheritor. He is the soul of Venerable Jin Tong and also our Jin Tong."
The soul of everyone in Tong Gang, without him, then we are nothing, do you understand?"
Everyone began to carefully chew on what Wei Damao said. The superpowers and ancient warriors of the Golden Eye Gang are like chopsticks. If it is a single chopstick, it will be easily broken by someone, but hundreds of chopsticks tied together are invincible.
People can fold, and the leader of Jintong Gang is the rope, the rope that can tie all the chopsticks
Everyone knows the simple truth. No one can be the leader except the inheritor of the Golden Eyes. As for the descent and nationality of the inheritor, it doesn’t matter at all.
After figuring out the reason, the eyes of the Jin Tong Gang returned to the previous fire, because they all understood one thing, the more resources the gang leader has, the more beneficial it is to them.
Xu Qing gradually adapted to the atmosphere, and the previous anxiety was gone. He began to stand side by side with his father, waving and smiling to the tribesmen. Tana stood behind them with a smile on her face, hugging the little wolf cub, and walked by unexpectedly.
Someone came, stretched out his palm and touched the little wolf cub's head. He caught a few tufts of wolf hair between his fingers and lifted it up without mercy.
Aoao, the little wolf cub had a few tufts of down pulled out, and it screamed in pain. The man smiled coldly, and whispered to the little wolf: "You ungrateful beast, believe it or not, I will strangle you to death if you call me again."
This despicable guy was Temur, the second son of Chahala Wushu. He felt unhappy when he saw Xu Qing's high-spirited appearance, so he took the opportunity to come up with some dirty tricks to retaliate. On the surface, this guy was a bitch.
, but in his bones he is worse than an animal
"Huh, bullying a little wolf is nothing. Didn't you say you want to strangle it to death? Believe it or not, I will strangle you to death right now." After a cold snort, a big hand suddenly stretched out, opening its jaws and pinching Temu tightly.
Hello, the Holy Shaman Gada Merlin has arrived. As soon as he arrived, he saw someone bullying a little wolf, and it was also a little snow wolf covered in silver fur.
Saint Shaman Gada Merlin lived on the top of the snow-capped mountains for most of his life, and was accompanied by snow wolves, white foxes and other creatures all year round. When he broke through the bottleneck of martial arts on the top of the snow-capped mountains, his energy and blood were reversed and he almost died, thanks to the two snow wolves who used their bodies to help him.
To keep warm, he survived in the ice and snow. Since then, he has become the protector of the snow wolves in the snowy mountains. Any behavior that harms the snow wolves will not be tolerated. If he is hit by this holy shaman, he will not be tolerated.
Otherwise, his limbs will be cut off, or even his life will be lost. Unfortunately, today Temur bullied the little snow wolf and was hit.
Gada Merlin lifted up Temur's neck with one hand. The 100-pound man was like a man made of paper in his hands. He could only kick his legs in vain, and his face was very fast.
It turned purple and pig liver color from holding it back, and it looked like it was going to kill you at any moment.
This change caught everyone off guard. The first ones to react were the two sacrificial shamans. They rolled and crawled to Gada Merlin, knelt down and worshiped with a loud shout, and even the feathers on their heads fell off.
The earth is completely ignored. Who is a holy shaman? He is equivalent to a living Buddha, the god in the hearts of all shamans. Kneeling down is just the most basic etiquette.
Gada Merlin pinched Temur's neck with his hand and said in a cold voice: "Use which paw to bully my snow wolf descendant, and I will break it for you." After saying that, he stretched out his other hand to grab the wolf-stained paw.
The claws are just the same
There was a cracking sound that made people's bones crack. Temur stared at his left arm with his eyes wide open. Only two muddy screams came out of his throat. Then he saw that his arm looked like
It was bent in the opposite direction like gluten. It looked like it was broken, but strangely, there was no pain.
"Hmph!" Merlin shook his arm and threw Temur, who had broken his arm, two meters away. He looked at Xu Qing beside him with burning eyes: "Why do you need to help him with acupoints? Let this kind of person learn a lesson."
not good?"
Just now when Gada Merlin broke Temur's arm, Xu Qing on the side quickly stretched out his fingers and tapped the guy's back twice. Naturally, ordinary people could not catch the change in that moment, but such a small
How can the tricks escape the eyes of the holy shaman? This is a semi-holy warrior, and the changes in the surrounding plants and trees cannot escape his keen perception.
Xu Qing touched his nose and whispered: "Who said this guy shouldn't be taught a lesson? In normal times, even if you broke all his claws and legs, I wouldn't mind his business, but not today, look at this.
Everyone is watching you, old man, showing off your power."
Gada Merlin glanced left and right, and everyone looked here with horrified expressions. The image of the Holy Shaman in people's hearts is the person closest to God. Gods are tolerant, fraternal, compassionate, and now the Holy Shaman is the person closest to God.
How can the shaman not suddenly turn into an iron-faced Shura and not shock people?
Gada Meilin was not stupid, and immediately understood Xu Qing's purpose of doing this. It turned out that this boy was doing it to take care of his image in the minds of the believers. How could he have forgotten this in his anger just now? Fortunately, this boy took action in time,
Otherwise, the guy with the broken arm would cry like a ghost and howl, which would really damage his image as a holy shaman.
"Well, you did a good job. I will give you a little gift later." A voice suddenly sounded in Xu Qing's ears. He looked up and saw the holy shaman Gada Merlin giving him an approving smile. He thought to himself
, it seems that this old man has come to his senses, but he just doesn’t know what gift to give? The thing given by the dignified stick leader should not be too chilling, right?
Xu Qing's thoughts were naturally unknown to Merlin. He waved his sleeves and turned his palms in the direction where Temur landed. He heard a loud bang and a ball of light blue flames burst out of his palms.
The flames paused in mid-air for at least three seconds, condensed into a ferocious face, and then dispersed.
"Changshengtian, this poor tribesman's heart has been eroded by demons. He dares to hurt the envoy you sent. This is a kind of blasphemy against the gods. I, Gada Merlin, use your name to drive away the demons and blaspheme your envoy."
The devil's claws have been cut off, please forgive his humble soul..."
Gada Merlin murmured in a high-pitched and distant voice, his eyes half-closed and his shoulders trembling slightly, and he shot out balls of blue flames with his palms. He is indeed the leader of the magic stick. He just pretended to be a ghost and deceived everyone for a while.
People were so frightened that they fell to their knees.
The power of religion and belief is sharper than any weapon. The sharp weapon held by Gada Merlin can be worth millions of soldiers. Even if the Living Buddha comes, he must be courteous. Xu Qing has opened his eyes today. It is obvious
In order to satisfy his own eccentricities, this old man severely repaired people, and then pretended to be weird and muttered for a while. He suddenly turned black into white, and turned breaking off a person's arm into exorcism. It was so awesome that I had to accept it.
Gada Merlin's status in the eyes of the grassland nomads is extremely high. He said that if Temur is an adulterer, then he is definitely an adulterer. Possession by a demon is a very serious matter. The best way is to kill the person.
Throw it into the fire and burn it, along with the demons. Fortunately, the old shaman still has some conscience, otherwise Temur will be burned to ashes and we still don’t know who has tricked him.
The holy shaman represents the holy one among all shamans. He does not need to dance with the gods. Every word and every move has supreme majesty and cannot be blasphemed.
Temur still couldn't feel the pain in his arm after he was thrown to the ground, but he knew it was broken and could wrap two circles around his neck like gluten. His expression changed several times, and finally he pounced forward.
He knelt at the feet of the holy shaman, lowered his head and banged his head violently. He didn't even notice that the pebbles scratched his forehead. When he raised his head, his face was covered with blood.
"Great God of Immortality, I, Temur, have been obsessed by the devil, and I ask you to forgive my soul." Shamanism believes that the body decays after death but the soul lives on forever. As long as the soul is immortal, he will still be a human being in the next life. He is the greatest god on the grassland.
Changshengtian, he controls the souls of all people. If the soul cannot be forgiven by Changshengtian, it will not even be able to turn into a pig, dog, cow, or horse in the next life. Temur is afraid, and he is afraid from the bottom of his heart.
It is a small thing to break an arm. If the soul cannot be forgiven by the Immortal Heaven, it will be a disaster. And the holy shaman Gada Merlin is the waiter of God. The person closest to the Immortal Heaven, Temur can only keep going.
He kowtowed and begged for forgiveness. Tears, snot, and blood flowed down the bridge of his face and nose to his chin, and fell to the ground.
Xu Qing and the Jintong gang are typical atheists. Today, they witnessed the power of religious beliefs with their own eyes. They were shocked and an idea popped into their heads. It turns out that the highest state of playing with people is not to slap the left cheek for the right cheek, but to slap the other cheek.
Chapter completed!