But now, I was almost shaken to death by this guy.
This person should be a powerful golden immortal, right?
"Don't...don't..." Qin Chen said weakly.
"Turtle? The Son of God wants to eat the turtle?" The man said hurriedly: "Lingyan, go and kill the turtle!"
"Kill all the turtles on our Sanyuan Island and make soup for the Son of God!"
Wu Lingyan came over at this time and said speechlessly: "Dad... what the Son of God should have said is... don't touch him!"
"ah?"
When Wu Heyu heard this, he released his hands.
There was a bang.
Qin Chen's body fell straight down.
groove!
Even if you don't die, you will kill me!
Qin Chen was unable to complain.
After a while, Qin Chen moved his fingers and said in a weak voice: "Help...help..."
"Son of God wants to eat clams? We have plenty of them on Sanyuan Island!" Wu Heyu said hurriedly.
mussel!
Clam, your sister!
"Clothes... clothes..."
Wu Lingyan finally couldn't bear it anymore and stepped forward directly, picked up the clothes on the side of the bed and put them on Qin Chen.
"Dad, the Son of God needs to wear clothes..."
When Wu Heyu heard this, his old face turned red, he coughed and said: "Well, I'm sorry, Son of God, I'm too excited, sorry, sorry!"
Wu Heyu watched his daughter helping Shenzi put on clothes. He couldn't help but glance at Qin Chen's body, and then gave a thumbs up and said, "Shenzi's capital is so awesome!"
Damn your sister!
Qin Chen wants to hit someone now!
It’s been many years since I’ve been so embarrassed!
Here, a woman named Wu Lingyan is slowly dressing Qin Chen.
The jade hand gently stroked Qin Chen's skin, making Qin Chen even more speechless: Miss, can you stop being so harsh?
After struggling for a long time, I put my coat on.
But at this moment, figures suddenly rushed in outside the door.
At this moment, Qin Chen wished he could cover his face and die.
Is there any mistake?
Can you put on your clothes first?
"The Son of God has awakened?"
A group of people arrived.
At the head were three old men, followed by two middle-aged men, and then two young men.
The three old men have white beards and hair, but the aura in their bodies is particularly strong.
And even though he was wearing weird sacrificial robes, his exposed hands and cheeks looked very delicate.
The auras of these three people are more powerful than this Wu Heyu.
The two middle-aged men behind the three old men were also tall and tall, with strong auras and faint golden markings on their bodies.
They are all golden immortals!
"Son of God, how do you feel, Son of God?"
One of the old men in gray sacrificial robes came to the bedside and said with a smile: "Just wake up, just wake up."
At this time, the scene inside the house was very strange.
A few grown men.
Looking at a wounded person on the bed.
A woman stood beside the bed, dressing the injured man again.
Wu Lingyan was worried about hurting Qin Chen, so she dressed very carefully and slowly. She even jumped directly on the bed, squatted on Qin Chen and slowly dressed...
At this moment, Qin Chen closed his eyes.
"What happened to the Son of God?"
The three old men immediately panicked.
Wu Heyu said hurriedly: "Wu Lingyan, stop wearing it, stop wearing it, the Son of God has fainted, take it off quickly and apply medicine!"
I'll give you the medicine!
Qin Chen opened his eyes and said slowly: "I...have nothing...to do..."
After hearing this, several people immediately felt relieved.
"you……"
Looking at the people, Qin Chen said intermittently: "Can you go out?"
When several people heard this, they were stunned.
It’s just that no one dares to disobey the words of the Son of God.
Several figures exited one by one.
At this time, Wu Lingyan lifted his pants up Qin Chen's thighs and was stunned there unconsciously.
"Does it look good?"
Qin Chen said dullly: "You also go out!"
"Ah?" Wu Lingyan couldn't help but said, "You can't get dressed yourself!"
"I can!"
"You can not!"
"I can!"
Finally, Wu Lingyan had no choice but to walk out of the room.
In the room, Qin Chen hid his face.
He was thinking whether to kill all these people.
If this matter spreads out, will the Emperor Yuan Huang lose his face?
But after thinking about it carefully, Qin Chen gave up the idea.
As a human being, you cannot repay kindness with hatred!
Outside the room.
Nine figures stood still.
These nine people came from the three major clans, and were the high priests, clan chiefs, and the clan chief's children.
At this moment, Wu Zhi, the high priest of the Wu clan, was the old man in gray sacrificial clothes.
Wu Tu said: "The Son of God is seriously injured. Tell the clansmen to hold on tighter."
"When the Son of God recovers from his injuries and recuperates, the crisis for our Wu, Long, and Pang clans will definitely be resolved."
As the high priest of the Pang family, the slightly fat high priest Pang Bo also nodded and said: "That's right, there's no rush, there's no rush."
Taki Yue, the high priest of the Taki clan, looked taller. He shook his hands and said, "The Son of God is a lucky star from heaven. We will definitely be able to survive this crisis!"
Among the three major clans, the three high priests have a higher status than the clan leaders and have always made decisions.
Just treat it as a discussion between a few people.
With a creak, the door opened.
Qin Chen put on his clothes and walked out.
At this moment, the sun shone on Qin Chen's body, revealing his fair skin with a bit of radiance.
His smooth and fair face exudes sharp-cut handsomeness.
The deep black eyes are filled with a charming color.
Qin Chen usually liked white shirts, but this time, the clothes Wu Lingyan took out were very characteristic of Sanyuan Island.
The inner lining is a close-fitting soft fleece jacket, and the outer jacket is also a cardigan with velvet edges.
The navy blue gown made Qin Chen look handsome and delicate, with a hint of masculinity.
Wu Lingyan felt proud when she saw Qin Chen like this.
She chose the clothes.
Looks pretty good.
"Son of God!"
At this time, the expressions of the three high priests Wu Lu, Pang Bo and Long Yue changed.
"You...why did you come out!"
The chief priest of Wuxi hurriedly said: "It's windy outside, so it's better to stay in the room!"
Qin Chen was speechless.
I was very hurt.
But I am not a sick person.
After all, he is an immortal, so what does this little wind mean?
Huhu...
As if to confirm Wu Xuan's words, a strong gust of wind hit him.
Qin Chen couldn't help but wrap up his clothes.
Indeed, it's a bit cold.
"Well, I just want to see what it's like outside."
With that said, Qin Chen returned to the room.
Several people followed in one after another.
…
inside the room.
There were no chairs, so everyone sat on the floor.
Qin Chen was invited to the first seat and sat on a fluffy cushion, which was quite comfortable.
On the left and right sides, nine people from three tribes took their seats one after another.
After a brief understanding, Qin Chen also knew the names of these people.
The old man in gray robe is named Wu Lingyan, the high priest of the Wu clan. He is flanked by the middle-aged man, the head of the Wu Heyu clan, and Wu Lingyan, the daughter of the Wu Heyu clan.
The slightly fat old man, Pang Bo, is the high priest of the Pang clan. Behind him is a middle-aged man who looks a bit fat. His name is Pang Donglai, the patriarch of the Pang clan.
Behind Pang Donglai, there is another young man who is even fatter!
The young man’s name is Pang Qiu, and he is Pang Donglai’s son!