The high priest praised, and said, lifting up the teacup and signaling Leng Yan. Leng Yan didn't even look at it, but also picked up the teacup and gently placed it in front of his lips to take a sip.
"Aren't you afraid that I will poison the tea?" the high priest looked at Leng Yan with a smile and asked. "If the old man wants to deal with me, there will be some chances for mobile phones just now." Leng Yan shook his head slightly and faced the high priest.
His eyes continued, "And killing me is not good for you. There are more than twenty people outside, and each of them has guns in their hands. Once something goes wrong here, they will inevitably be in agitation. Then,
Maybe you will do something irrational."
The high priest stared at Leng Yan for a while, and finally sighed, saying, "Are all young people so powerful nowadays? It seems that I can't help but not convince myself."
The two of them said a few words, Leng Yan was concerned about the matter of the colorful blood, and took advantage of the end of a topic and said, "Old sir, I am here for the colorful blood this time, please give me some convenience."[
"Colored Blood!" the high priest asked for a moment of silence: "How did you know there is Colored Blood here?"
"I'm just guessing. Is there really a colorful blood here?" Leng Yan explained, and then looked at the high priest hopefully.
"No." The high priest's words were like a basin of cold water pouring on his head, giving him a heart-warming feeling, and extinguishing his passion and expectations.
"The blood of the seven-color treasure is particularly rare. It is the treasure of our clan. If it were some twenty years ago, it was gone now." Ignoring Leng Yan's disappointed expression, the high priest asked: "You want the seven-color treasure."
What does blood do?”
"My wife was hit by an eternal curse and needed seven great hatreds to rescue her. One of the seven kinds is this colorful blood." Leng Yan said. "The eternal curse, didn't expect this kind of thing to exist in the world?" The high priest said in a state of emotion.
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"Old sir, have you heard of the eternal curse? Then do you know the way to rescue me?" Leng Yan's expression moved and said excitedly. "I naturally heard of this kind of thing. There was an elder in my tribe a hundred years ago.
After this curse, I don’t understand the method of treatment.” The high priest shook his head.
"Is there no colorful blood?"
The heart that was stimulating in the cold and hot gradually cooled down, and my heart was inexplicably bitter. If there was no colorful blood here, it would be difficult to find colorful blood again.
"Old sir, I don't know how to get the colorful blood?" Leng Yan asked. Since this tribe had colorful blood in the past, even if it was gone now, it would definitely provide something.
The high priest sighed and said, "Every drink and one peck is all destiny, God's will!"
Leng Yan looked at the high priest in confusion and saw him saying, "If Ah Chou had not died, maybe there might be seven-colored blood in our clan now, but unfortunately he is dead now, and the seven-colored blood can no longer be generated.
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"Could it be?" Leng Yan was shocked and thought of a possibility. "You guessed that the seven-colored blood evolved. The colorful blood in A Chou's body was the closest to the seven-colored blood. If he didn't
If you die, the blood in your body should have turned into colorful now."
Leng Yan heard this and felt like he was struck by lightning. His lips were shaking slightly, his heart was bitter and inexplicably, and he felt a heavy feeling of powerlessness. He originally thought that he could find the colorful blood, but he didn't expect that there should be colorful blood here.
, but it was cut off because he killed Ah Chou three years ago.