"Since you are willing, Guanhead, you can take him to the side hall to test his bloodline." Han Sen did not intend to directly give the bloodline to the Randen God of Wealth. He planned to have the Guanhead Queen give him the bloodline.
As for what kind of bloodline to give to Ran Deng, it depends on his own talent. At most, he can take care of him a little bit, but it is impossible to force the Guanhead Queen to give him a hereditary bloodline.
Du Rulan couldn't help but be slightly startled when she heard what the God of Wealth Statue said. She saw the Beheaded Queen walking towards the side hall, so she had no choice but to thank her again and followed the Beheaded Queen into the side hall.
Du Rulan was from a good background. When she saw the severed head statue in the side hall, she immediately knew that the beheaded queen was actually the deputy deity of the Temple of Wealth, and she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
The main god of a temple is naturally the most powerful. If you worship under the deputy god, no matter how good your bloodline is, how much better can you get?
But now that things have come to a point, Du Rulan naturally can't say anything else. Their mother and son are already lucky enough to be able to survive, so they don't dare to pick and choose.
The beheaded queen carried the little boy to the altar, put the little boy on it, and then said to him: "If you are willing to worship under my throne, pick up the sacrificial knife, cut your finger, and drain the blood."
Drop into the divine furnace."
"Sir, he is still too young, let me help him." Du Rulan stood up and prepared to help, but suddenly she felt that her body could not move and was suppressed by a terrifying force.
"This is his own choice." The Beheaded Queen said calmly.
Du Rulan couldn't speak or move, she could only look at her son, her heart burning.
This little boy is indeed extraordinary. After experiencing so many changes, he did not cry or make a fuss. After listening to the beheaded queen's words, he got up, took the sacrificial knife on the altar, cut his little finger, and cut his little finger.
The blood dripped into the divine furnace.
boom!
I saw purple-black flames rising into the night from the divine furnace, turning into terrifying demonic flames. The entire side hall was filled with evil aura, and a guillotine with soaring evil aura emerged in the starry sky.
Han Sen couldn't help but smile in the main hall and said: "Randeng is indeed a Randeng. Even if he dies and is reincarnated, he is very comparable to others."
I think that Ran Deng can bring the Buddha clan from an unknown tribe into the forest of strong people, and even almost make the Buddha clan become a top clan. Its ability is incomparable to others.
"Sir, Guantou wants to make a divine contract with him and make him my hereditary bloodline." Queen Guantou came to the statue of the God of Wealth and knelt down.
"Yes." Han Sen only said one word.
The Guillotine Queen no longer hesitated. Purple-black flames filled the sky above the guillotine and the puppet, turning into terrifying arrogance and descending on the little boy.
The little boy's body was suddenly enveloped in purple-black flames, and a strange guillotine mark appeared on his forehead, and among the marks, there was also a brand representing a destructive god.
"The Beheaded Queen is actually a destructive god?" Du Ruruo was shocked and delighted at the same time, and could not believe what he saw.
The deputy god of a temple could actually be a supreme being of the level of destruction. She really couldn't imagine how terrifying the main god of this temple was.
"God has mercy, my son finally has hope." Du Rulan cried with joy.
Han Sen watched the little boy form a contract with the Severed Head Queen and become the hereditary descendant of the Severed Head Queen. His face couldn't help but become a little weird, and some strange pictures flashed in his mind.
Thinking about the image of the little boy growing up and showing compassion like the ancestor of Lantern, but holding a guillotine in his hand to kill countless strong men, Han Sen felt very strange.
In a small garden of the Feng Family Castle, Qin Bai and Bao'er sat face to face in front of the chessboard.
"Bao'er, do you know how to play checkers? I'll teach you how to play." Qin Bai said proudly.
Bao'er curled his lips disdainfully and said, "You learned your checkers from my dad, right?"
"I have completely forgotten about this. You are Han Sen's daughter, how can you not know checkers? That's just right. If you and I play three hundred games, I will not show mercy." Qin Bai said with a smile.
"Keep your word, you must play three hundred games." Bao'er also laughed.
"Of course, you go first." Qin Bai said boldly.
He is obsessed with checkers, not to mention that as long as he doesn't have to practice swordsmanship, it doesn't matter how many games he is allowed to play.
Bao'er was not polite, picked up a stone bead with his fingers, and jumped forward.
When the sword fell, it was not like that in Qin Bai's eyes. It seemed as if a shocking sword energy was stabbing towards him, giving him the feeling that it could even pierce the sky.
Qin Bai was so frightened that he wanted to scream, but found that he could not scream or move. He could only watch the shocking sword energy rushing into his head, and he was so frightened that he peed his pants.
Of course it was not the real sword energy, but the Heart Sword Technique used by Bao'er. This swordsmanship was originally the secret skill of the Six Paths Emperor, and was later learned by Han Sen. Although Han Sen did not learn it all, he could occasionally use a few swords.
, so Baoer learned from it.
Now Bao'er uses the Heart Sword Technique to simulate the sword intention of the Waves Sword Technique and directly attacks Qin Bai's will, allowing him to feel the sword intention of the Waves Sword Technique.
Learning is a very difficult thing, especially for those who are unwilling to learn, it is simply as difficult as climbing to the sky.
But there is a situation where people can learn quickly and it is difficult to forget.
That is the so-called wisdom gained after every loss. The meaning of this sentence is that the greater the loss, the stronger the memory will be, but it does not really make you smarter.
The more the heart aches, the easier it is to remember the lesson. The method Bao'er is using now is exactly this method. She wants the Crown Prince to deeply remember the meaning of the Bolan Sword.
So Qin Bai's tragic life began. He found that he could not scream or move, and even played chess with Bao'er uncontrollably.
But every time Bao'er made a move, his sword intention would turn into a wave of terror and kill him. Even though he later knew that the sword intention would not kill him, it still made Qin Bai feel so painful that he wanted to die.
The pressure brought by the sword's will is difficult for ordinary people to bear. The trauma of the soul is not as simple as the physical pain, but Qin Bai had to endure the killings of the terrifying swordsmanship again and again, each time.
Qin Bai felt as if he was going to die, and his heart was extremely broken.
However, his guards knew nothing and only thought that the prince was playing chess with Bao'er. No one knew that Qin Bai was now suffering from inhuman pain.
Jia Yizhen is in a very good mood now. In the past, Prince Qin Bai was most afraid of her. No matter how naughty he was, he would definitely listen to her and complete the homework assigned to her conscientiously.
But who knew that this time, Qin Bai did not practice sword practice hard and ran out of the palace to play. This made Jia Yizhen very worried and worried about the future fate of the Qin Empire.