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He Naizi looked at the statues of ancestors that were dozens of meters high and felt the ancient power on the lake. Her heart was filled with joy and her eyes shed tears unconsciously.
“Who said that shaman bloodline is passed down from male to female?
You old man, you lied to me.
I'm sorry, I'm going to awaken a bloodline for you today.
You old man, open your eyes and see, I can also be a master."
He Naizi cried and yelled crazily, but was interrupted by a person who suddenly appeared.
Baqi flew out from under the ice, and without any explanation, he pulled He Naiko and ran away.
When passing Master Long, I picked him up too.
After running wildly for a while, he returned to the underground cellar, his limbs touched the ground, and he lay down completely, as if facing a powerful enemy, completely covering up his breath.
As soon as Baqi and the others left, the golden runes on Taiqinggou disappeared. After a while, the masked man who stepped on the first-class fire last time came again.
After patrolling the Taiqing ditch for a long time, I finally discovered two pools of blood on the ice.
One beach belongs to Mr. Long, and the other belongs to He Naizi.
The masked man inspected it for a long time, then walked away under the firelight with doubts.
When he felt that he was back to normal, Baqi removed the shield.
He Naizi stood up and started to get angry.
"Baqi, I was about to be beaten to death just now, what did you do?"
Baqi did not answer He Naizi's words, but looked at Mr. Long carefully.
He stretched out his hand, dipped some blood on Mr. Long's nose, put it in his mouth and tasted it, and couldn't help laughing.
"God help me, can such a coincidence happen? It's really God's will."
He Naiko felt even more angry when she saw Baqi's unusual behavior.
"Baqi, are you okay? What's wrong with you?
By the way, my grandfather lied to me that blood is not passed down from male to female.
I just awakened my bloodline at the time of life and death and was blessed by my ancestors."
Baqi had a smile on his face and kept nodding.
"Hmm, congratulations to the leader, congratulations to the leader, just take it as true.
By the way, I still have things to do, so please keep a low profile and don't act like a monster.
If my matter is completed, it will be a huge benefit to you."
After saying that, Baqi touched a handful of blood on Young Master Long's nose again, and hurriedly went out. Before leaving, he did not forget to tell He Naizi.
"This kid can't die. I'm of great use. Treating him well will also be good for you."
Young Master Long had already passed out when he was picked up from the ice by Baqi.
At this time, he was lying on the ground, unconscious and unconscious.
He Naizi didn't leave Baqi behind, and he didn't understand what he said, so he just took it as true. What did he say?
Why treat it as true?
Isn't it true?
With doubts, He Naizi moved the unconscious Huang Ping and others back to the underground cellar, imprisoned them using secret techniques, and then patrolled around Taiqing ditch.
Inevitably, I saw the Eight Disciples staying behind in the car.
The eight disciples who were restrained by Huang Ping's order in the car were of course frightened to death when they saw the battle on the ice.
Especially when the entire ice surface lit up with golden runes, the Eighth Disciple had already thanked Huang Ping's eighth generation ancestors a thousand times in his heart. Fortunately, he did not follow him, otherwise there would be no accident to Biliang.
When the battle was over, the masked man came to inspect under the firelight. The Eighth Disciple almost choked himself to death. He didn't know whether it was because he was unimportant or because others didn't notice him. Anyway, he escaped a disaster.
When everything returned to calm, the Eight Disciples wanted to run away immediately.
But reason prevailed. According to the discipline of the unit, escaping from battle was the same crime as mutiny. Where could I go?
So what if you ask for help?
Shi Huozhu will definitely not come. It will take a day at the earliest for the headquarters to transfer people here.
Even if he waits for rescue, he will never get any good results.
The whole team has fallen, why can I be alone?
It doesn’t make sense anyway, right?
Even if Huang Ping is rescued, he will never admit that he was left behind based on his insidiousness, right?
There is a high probability that he will be accused of being afraid of death.
The eighth disciple rubbed his face vigorously for a long time. It was too difficult for him. It was a dead end.
At the moment of despair, the eighth disciple thought of his master.
It was a morning when I was urinating on the kang. After I was beaten severely by my master, I said to myself with sincerity.
"Xiaoba, crisis and opportunity always coexist, it depends on what you can seize."
Although the Eighth Disciple had not figured out for so many years what opportunities he could seize in the future to avoid being beaten, he kept these words deeply in his heart.
opportunity?
The entire small army was destroyed, and I turned the tide on my own, rescued my teammates, captured the Shinto leader, and took sole responsibility. From then on, I reached the pinnacle of my life and became a good story.
Thinking of this, my action plan came up.
When the tiger was still taking a nap, he made a mental calculation without intending to sneak attack on her. Yes, his method focuses on sneak attacks, so he would definitely succeed.
Thinking of this, the Eight Disciples opened the car door and looked for a hiding place to wait for the opportunity to sneak attack He Naizi.
Helplessly, as soon as the car door opened, she saw a pair of long black stockings legs, and then He Naizi, wearing a short skirt and holding a black leather drum, stood right in front of her.
The Eighth Disciple was so frightened that he lost his pulse in an instant. This encounter with the enemy was so sudden that his hair exploded and he screamed.
"Eight Doors Complete"
Before he could even say the words, He Naizi slapped a skin on his face and knocked him unconscious.
Carrying the eight disciples back to Diyinzi, they happened to form a row with Huang Ping and the others on the ground, and He Naizi was freed up.
A sip of white wine woke up Mr. Long, and he took out a talisman from his body.
He quickly wrote Master Long's name, and it spontaneously ignited without wind and floated towards Master Long.
The spark was about to hit Mr. Long, but He Naizi took it back.
"Your name is really Mr. Long, you didn't lie to me.
Are these all your colleagues?
Are these the only people who surround me and suppress me?"
Mr. Long, who had just woken up, was a little confused at first, but he became alert in an instant when he was frightened by the fire.
He stood up from the ground, looked at Huang Ping and the others lying on the ground, and nodded silently.
You are so good, you are so good at lying down, and you are nothing.
After hearing He Naizi's question and feeling the attitude, Mr. Long's mind became more active.
The lie I just told has not yet been exposed.
Then I'm sorry, this drama must continue.
Young Master Long looked at He Naizi lovingly and shook his head heavily.
"Not only these few, there is also a leader in the city named Shi Huozhu."
Truth and lies must be mixed together, and people will be willing to believe what they want to believe.
He Naizi knew about the Stone Fire Pearl, so he believed in what Mr. Long said.
"Yes, it's that damn fat guy, I've seen him before."
Well, Mr. Long felt that he was right, it was either Cai Gen or Shi Huozhu. The next question was how to get Cai Gen to come and save him.
"My Queen, are you hungry? I'll give you some hot food first.
As for the next thing, I will definitely be confused and help you figure it out."
He Naizi was still drunk, but she was really hungry.
Mr. Long is so attentive and considerate, it's really a bit casual.