The voice of the third elder came from afar: "Tomorrow, the debate will begin! Bull's nose, put away your deceptive tricks! It's time to give the truth to the people of the northern country!"
This sound broke through the voice of people's respect and came from the depths of the dense forest.
A voice echoed in the empty square for a long time: The truth!
the truth--
The truth - the truth -
The pine waves are bursting, and it is a continuous effect.
I don’t know what method the three old guys used to spread the sound like this.
Continuously, constantly rewind!
the truth!
What is the truth?
Everyone looked at each other.
But I feel that this debate meeting seemed to hide something huge and extremely terrible.
It seems that they are all trapped in an infinite chaos, and are full of expectations - the truth! You must find the truth of the matter!
One by one, they began to jump.
Fangfei's heart sank, subconsciously gently stroked her belly, then took it away, and the vest was cold. A pair of big hands stretched out, firmly holding her. She felt warm in her heart, and she also held it with force.
After those hands, it seemed as if I wanted to hold a trace of the last warmth from it.
Luo Jia turned to the people who were still kneeling and said in a deep voice, "Get up, everyone."
Everyone woke up as if they were dreaming and stood up one after another.
This day, there were so many strange things I encountered. First, I experienced brainwashing by a psychic priest, and then the sudden appearance of Master Chaohui. Then, I was going to pursue the truth!
For a moment, foreign gods and earth gods can't tell who is more powerful.
Luo Jialang said, "Okay, these treasures have been visited. King Rouran, please go have a tea and talk. I will also visit our northern debate conference tomorrow."
"Thank you, His Majesty Northern Emperor. The little king is also waiting for this grand ceremony. Before that, we should take a good look at the scenery of the northern country."
Only then did Luo Jia look at the psychic Taoist priest and the Adam Priest who woke up from a dream next to him: "Everyone, tomorrow's debate depends on you."