Hearing a knock on the door, Guo Tu, Wang Zhelun and others stopped talking.

The four of them sat upright and upright.

Guo Tu said lightly, "Come in."

The door opened.

Under the push of a group of strong men, Xia Yang Longxiang sister and brother, and four other girls walked in nervously.

When they saw Mo Lin, Xia Yang Chengzu and Xia Yang Longxiang became even more nervous, but they still saluted the patriarch according to the rules of the clan.

And the other four girls, except for one of them wearing Mangan costumes, the other three are dressed as urban trends.

The three of them are the supporting roles selected by the crew.

As soon as the three men entered, they stood very nervously to the side.

Because before coming here, they had been "convinced" by the director, whether voluntarily or not, that they had already promised to give themselves up.

As for which person to dedicate here, the girls don't know.

Mayor Mo Lin glanced at Xia Yang Longxiang's sister and brother, and stayed on the girl Xia Yang Longxiang.

"Long Xiang, is your father's illness getting better?"

Xia Yang Longxiang lowered his head, not daring to look at the patriarch who had scared him since he was a child, and just shook his head slightly.

Maureen tried his best to make his face "kind".

"Don't be nervous, you brothers and sisters, it's a good thing to call you here this time!"

"There is a big man here, Guo Ye, who can cure your father's illness, for this matter, I have begged Guo Ye many times, and he reluctantly agreed for the sake of my face!"

As Morin spoke, he looked at the desperate siblings with confidence.

In his opinion, in the face of the cure he thrown, coupled with the next ultimate killer - to recognize the status of this family in the clan.

I believe that not to mention the two sisters and brothers, even their father Xia Mantang would not be able to refuse.

And in order to ask for merit and reward in front of Guo Ye, Mo Lin also deliberately used the Chinese language to communicate, instead of the Kazan language, which ordinary people can't understand.

However, next, Xia Yang Chengzu's first sentence was beyond Mo Lin's expectations.

"Patriarch, my father's illness has been cured by a cauldron!"

Xia Yang Chengzu replied confidently.

And the words of the young man are not difficult to understand - the patriarch is well-intentioned, but we don't need it.

Mo Lin did a lot of calculations, but he didn't get such an answer, and he was stunned for a moment.

And Guo Tu's mighty figure leaned forward slightly, and his eyes became sharp.

"Who's your cauldron?"

Xia Yang Chengzu thought for a while: "His name is Nianchen, we just met the cauldron downstairs!"

"Mr. Bookkeeper" opened his eyes and added an explanation: "It's the young man next to Qiu Ming!"

Guo Tu nodded slightly, and then looked at Mo Lin sharply.

Obviously, this Guo Ye is not a patient temper.

Mo Lin knew the meaning of this glance, it was to give himself one last chance, otherwise Guo Ye would use his own way.

The patriarch was also anxious in an instant:

"Xia Yang Chengzu, what do you know as a child?"

"Your father's illness is not an ordinary cold and fever, but a terminal illness!"

"How many doctors in the world can cure a terminal illness?"

"What kind of cauldron are you, just a young man, even if he starts studying medicine from his mother's womb, it will only be a few years ......"

Xia Yang Chengzu shook his head firmly:

"I'm a good cauldron doctor, and I'm sure he can cure my father!"

The upright young man talked to death all of a sudden.

Mo Lin stared at Xia Yang Chengzu quietly for a full ten seconds.

If eyes can kill, the young man in front of him is estimated to have died hundreds of times!

Over the years, Morin has been saying the same thing in the Kazan tribe, and any tribesman must obey his words respectfully when he sees him, and no one dares to disobey him.

And yet now......

This "mongrel", who has always been regarded as an alien, actually makes him feel speechless.

Hum!

Guo Tu, who was on the main seat, let out a cold snort of extreme dissatisfaction.

Mo Lin's forehead sweated instantly, and his eyes were even more fire-breathing staring at Xia Yang Chengzu and Xia Yang Longxiang.

"I'm not going to talk nonsense with you anymore!"

"There are only two ways in front of your sister and brother!"

"First, Xia Yang Longxiang stays and obeys the arrangement, in this way, your family of three can not only restore the identity of the real Kazan people, but also restore your father's health!"

"The second is not to listen to the arrangement, then from now on, your family of three is no longer my Kazan people, get out of this place for me!"

The two siblings were instantly stunned.

Expelling the tribe is a disaster for a Kazan person!

It's not that you can't live without the Kazans.

It's a sense of belonging rooted in the soul that doesn't allow any Kazan to leave their homeland......

This is also the only common denominator of more than a dozen ethnic groups in the entire ancient town.

For thousands of years, the reason why these very small ethnic groups have been able to maintain their pure bloodlines and have not been sinicized is due to this deep-rooted sense of belonging to their own people, so that they will never leave their hometowns, let alone intermarry with foreigners......

In other words, being expelled from the group is equivalent to being mentally cut off!

The younger siblings were obviously frightened.

For the first time, they felt that a decision could be so heavy.

Xia Yang Chengzu looked at Mo Lin with a pale face: "Patriarch, you ...... What the hell do you want my sister to do?"

Morin's face was indifferent: "Is this what you should ask a little kid?"

Xia Yang Chengzu glanced at his sister, and his face showed a touch of stubbornness: "If you don't say it, it is impossible for us to agree!"

Morin was so angry that the muscles in his cheeks trembled slightly:

"You bloody scumbag, do you want to betray the Kazans?"

On the other side, Guo Tu obviously ran out of patience: "Come on, drag this kid away!"

The door opened.

The two strong men strode in and rushed towards Xia Yang Chengzu......

Xia Yang Longxiang hurriedly protected his younger brother behind him, but was grabbed by Mo Lin and Wang Zhelun next to him left and right, and pulled aside.

The two strong men also grabbed Xia Yang Chengzu like goshawks and chickens, and walked towards the door with them.

It was at this time.

Lao Meng, who had been closing his eyes and pretending to sleep, suddenly opened his eyes suddenly, and jumped up as if he was burning his buttocks.

"What a powerful mental power!"

"What a speed!"

This sudden move frightened Guo Tu, Mo Lin and others.

"Old Meng, what are you doing in such a shock?"

Guo Tu glared at the bookkeeper very dissatisfied.

Lao Meng is full of solemnity:

"The young man downstairs has been using his mental power to monitor our every move here, but the old man can't detect his mental power fluctuations!"

This sentence made Guo Tu's eyes open in an instant.

"What did you say?"

"How is this possible, you are a mid-foundation building monk, and your spiritual power is not comparable to ordinary people!"

Lao Meng also looked incredulous:

"Yes, I also feel incredible, to be able to release my spiritual power without being detected by me, at least I have to be a late-stage foundation building monk!"

"But that's just the way it is!"

"Bad ......"

Lao Meng suddenly looked at the door with a shocked face!

Click!

The door shattered, and six or seven figures flew in one after another, smashing the sandalwood tables and chairs in the room to pieces!