The atmosphere was a little awkward, Xiao Fan looked serious, and told the Visa patriarch very clearly: The master is not someone who can sleep if he wants to!

"Demon God, give me a chance!" the Visa Patriarch pleaded.

"Get out!" Xiao Fan waved his hand: "Let's fight!"

Patriarch Visa instantly seemed to be ten years old, and all the hope in his eyes turned to gray despair.

Finally, the demon god in the ancient prophecy appeared, but I didn't expect the other party to refuse so neatly.

Is it true that African practitioners are going to gradually decline and eventually perish?

When there are no more practitioners on the African continent, when there are no more practitioners from all over the world, all the land and mineral deposits, all the animal and plant resources, all the manpower, will belong to others, and everyone on the African continent at that time will be enslaved, what a miserable and desperate dark age it was?

The thought of that consequence made Patriarch Visa tremble.

"That's it, Lord Daedric, I'll get my clan members to send your woman safely to the Visas as soon as possible, and I'll kill that masked guy, along with all his men. Demon God, if there is nothing to do, please wait in the clan for a maximum of one day. ”

After saying this in despair, the Patriarch of Visa turned around and faltered.

"Patriarch, is there any other way?" Xiao Fan was a little unbearable when he saw Patriarch Visa looking so depressed.

He refused so resolutely, but the other party did not turn his face, nor did he use Xiaoyue's safety as a threat to force himself to comply, it can be seen from this that the Patriarch of Visa really has no other bad intentions, and all the previous hostility was bewitched by the words of the golden skull.

If there is another way, Xiao Fan will do his best to help.

"No more. The Visa patriarch laughed and shook his head, in the ancient prophecy, there was only one solution, but people were unwilling, how could he force others? The Visas have never been an unreasonable existence, and every member of them, from every corner of the vast African continent, has gathered to protect the peace and heritage of the African continent.

After the Visa Patriarch left, the black guy who had been Xiao Fan and the others' guide came over respectfully and said, "Lord Demon God, and all the distinguished guests, please go to the reception hall to rest for a while, we will send dinner soon." ”

At this moment, the last ray of sunlight also disappeared into the sky, and the whole world was covered in night.

"I said, Xiao Fan, why don't you just do it? Actually, the black girl is not bad. Mei Sanbu hehehe

"Get carried away. Xiao Fan pursed his lips, and before Mei Sanbu could continue to speak, Su Zixuan and other goddesses surrounded Mei Sanbu unkindly.

"I'm wrong! Don't!Ah~"

Under the cover of night, Mei Sanbu's screams were heard far, far away......

The Visa, like many indigenous African tribes, is lit up by bonfires at night.

The difference is that they don't eat meat and drink in large bowls, and they don't scream and dance around the campfire.

Perhaps Xiao Fan's refusal had been passed down by the Visa Patriarch, who gathered outside the temple, all kneeling in front of the campfire, their hands crossed over their chests, their heads bowed, kissing the earth, and then whispering.

"The ancient land blooms with life and hope, there are always dark clouds in the sky, there is always nightfall, suffering will not follow forever, hope will eventually break through everything and shine on us......"

Everyone's whispering, gathered together, has a shocking power.

Their dark faces, stained by the light of fire, are full of piety, and they are full of strength.

It's akin to some kind of prayer, or a kind of autosuggestive psychological comfort.

Xiao Fan and the others watched silently through the window, and suddenly felt a little emotional.

The land of China, living and working in peace and contentment, although the ancient martial arts world is constantly competing, but on the whole, it is developing every day, and it coincides with the advent of the great world, there are countless geniuses rising among the young generations of the ancient martial arts world, and the innate masters in their twenties have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and there are demon-level geniuses such as Xiao Fan, they will be the glorious future of the ancient martial arts world.

On the African continent, this vast land is in constant turmoil, many people are displaced, and they cannot sleep peacefully at night, for fear of another war and death in their dreams.

There is no last meal, there is no tomorrow today, and there is no hope in the dire straits.

The Visa, which has the ability to stop the war, is withering day by day, the former deterrent power is gone, and many Visas members have been bombarded by artillery fire and lost their lives in order to protect their tribes and hometowns.

The future, where?

"Amitabha, or ...... As Mei Sanbu said, help?" the monk hesitated to speak, although he was not a pure monk, but with a bald head, the Buddha was still sitting in his heart, and he couldn't see the suffering unfolding in front of him.

Xiao Fan smiled bitterly.

"Actually, if we can really save a continent, we ......" Su Zixuan looked left and right, and mustered up the courage to speak.

The rest of the women were silent, then nodded.

But before Su Zixuan could continue, Xiao Fan shook his head: "It's useless for you to agree, you know my situation best, if you want to have an heir, it is very difficult, the old man had a lot of women back then, and even now there are thirteen aunts, but in addition to me, and the brother who once disappeared, are there any other children? ”

"What if the Visa tribe has it?" Su Zixuan pursed her lips, she has always cared about this matter, she wants to get the most precious status here in Xiao Fan, and wants to give birth to a child for Xiao Fan.

It's a pity that so many times, all kinds of postures, and then eggs.

"Dad said, my mother's physique is good, he has been looking for it all over the world, the chance of 1 in 100 million, even now, there is only ......" Xiao Fan was suddenly silent.

Lin Ruohan!

Only Lin Ruohan has the physique of Wang Po, pure yin and yang!

A little bit of extreme yang born in the pure yin attribute is like a wisp of vitality born in the dead land, and only by grasping this wisp of vitality can it be possible to give birth to life.

This is the real reason why the old man is desperate to ask Xiao Fan to marry Lin Ruohan.

Xiao Fan didn't say it because he was afraid that the other women would be sad.

A woman, only as a mother, is the most complete life, but they can't have the children born to Xiao Fan, which is a very cruel thing.

"In this way, let the Visa Patriarch gather all the young women of the Visa Clan tomorrow, Xiao Fan, you will screen them in turn, and then make a decision. The ghost disciple had an idea.

Everyone looked at Xiao Fan with burning eyes, and Su Zixuan and the others nodded even more.

What they thought in their hearts, anyway, Xiao Fan has so many women, and one more is not too much.

"Okay, we'll see tomorrow. ”

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