The patriarch hated this Mao Yulong who suddenly came out of the limelight, this is to usurp the party and seize power, is this worth it? So he stepped forward and scolded loudly: "A hairy boy, something that doesn't have any teeth, dare to speak wildly here, hurry down, and prepare to fight." ”

Mao Yulong was not happy at the time, I said well, what are you talking about? But seeing the patriarch's face that had turned from pale to iron-blue, I knew his thoughts at that time, and I was afraid that I would seize power. It's ridiculous, you really underestimate me, I want to be nominated for the gold list, I want to praise the official Zhu Street, I want to go to the court and help my uncle Mao Wenlong fight the Manchu Qing Dynasty in blood, you are a little clan head, where am I rare?

But seeing that the current patriarch has no countermeasures, and the current clansmen are about to encounter the tragedy of extermination, Mao Yulong can't ignore it, and at the same time, Mao Yulong also wants to make the patriarch deflated and look at his crooked thoughts of jokes, so he also pretended to be serious and said: "The matter is urgent, if the patriarch thinks that my method is wrong, please ask the patriarch to decide." ”

This scared the patriarch to death, you can't use the method you just had, otherwise how can you highlight your talent, you have to think of another way, and you must be stronger than mine, otherwise, I will despise you with the whole clan.

Stepping aside, Mao Yulong, who had sealed the patriarch's follow-up methods, tilted his head and prepared to watch the patriarch's show.

Drove away Mao Yulong, the patriarch stood in his high position again, opened his mouth and continued to talk loudly about his clan, when he spoke, the crying and screaming in the distance were getting closer and closer, and the fire was getting closer and closer to this residential area, and the clansmen below began to panic, everyone was worried about the safety of their families and property, and they no longer had the leisure to listen to the patriarch's nonsense, so the six-room long room, that is, Mao Yulong's own long room, had to carefully interrupt the patriarch's tirade: "Patriarch, I have been talking for a long time, What the hell are we going to do? ”

This is the voice of everyone, so, borrowing this reason, all the clansmen began to ask how to arrange the next step.

The patriarch's head was already rippling with sweat: "What should I do, the most important thing to do is to follow Mao Yulong's kid's method, but he has blocked his retreat, if he says to do it according to his method, it means that his patriarch is not as good as a hairy child." But I really don't have any other way, if I have a way, what am I still talking nonsense here for? ”

The flames were getting closer and closer to the area, and Mao Yulong was also starting to get anxious. But at this time, looking at the patriarch's face, his anger began to rise in his heart, since the patriarch still rejected him in every way, let him continue to eat.

"Don't listen to that kid's nonsense, the ancestral hall is our foundation, only by keeping the ancestral tablet can we get the blessing of the ancestors and make our race prosperous." There the patriarch roared hoarsely.

Such a roar made Mao Yulong feel the ridiculousness of a clown.

But the prestige of the patriarch has played a huge role in the accumulation of hundreds of years, and everyone once again returned their eyes to him.

"It's his method just now, Mao Yulong, is to abandon our ancestors under no protection, he is going to destroy our roots, extinguish our hopes, can we adopt his nonsense?" The patriarch shouted hoarsely out this most fundamental moral concept for thousands of years.

So, in the blink of an eye, the people who originally had a good impression of Mao Yulong immediately became the same enemy, regardless of the ancestors' behavior, they would never be forgiven by the clansmen, and they would never be recognized.

So, in the entire square, all the clansmen began to curse Mao Yulong excitedly.

"You are not worthy of being a descendant of the Mao family, you get out of here-" The patriarch stretched out his withered arm and pointed his finger outward, the momentum was absolutely non-negotiable.

Mao Yulong opened his mouth to explain, but a burst of shouts suddenly broke out below: "Drive Mao Yulong out of the group, let him go-"

The situation suddenly changed, and the purpose that Mao Yulong wanted to achieve was ruthlessly deprived again, because, at this time, all the people looked at the patriarch again and abandoned Mao Yulong.

Seeing this situation, when the whole clan was in the most danger, the clan abandoned him, looking at the fire that was getting closer and closer, screaming and killing that was getting closer and closer, and facing the clansmen one by one in the face of their own resolute expulsion, Mao Yulong finally sighed in frustration and gave up.

With the more than 100 neighbors in his hands now, under the drive of Father Zhao, there is no problem with self-preservation, so why should he ask for hardship?

This race has nothing to do with itself, and this race is very exclusive of itself. That pale guy had beaten himself before he crossed over.

And the kid who had already peed his pants had bullied himself with other people in the academy.

and this miserable woman who cried, in addition to sneering, also splashed a basin of dirty water on Xiao Huang's body.

There is also that woman, when her family was desperate, her mother just borrowed half a bowl of rice from him, but she was directly refused.

And that, that—including the long house of their own, what did they do for themselves? In addition to bullying his orphan and widow, he did nothing, his father mourned, and deducted the shares of his family's weaving factory, and in order to continue his education, he also swallowed the only five acres of paddy fields that his ancestors gave him.

Even if they are changing their identities, have these people accepted themselves? No, they are even more jealous and hateful. They ganged up, deprived themselves of all their benefits, and they spared no effort to divide up the last bit of their benefits.

This is the clan that Niang desperately wants to belong to, this is these selfish clansmen.

Originally, I came here out of the relationship between my mother's clan, out of compassion for human life, and because I wanted to strengthen my self-protection ability, hoping to resist the rebels through my own efforts and the blood of the clan, and then let everyone live.

However, he was too naïve, and he ignored the xenophobic heart of his clansmen too much.

At this time, Mao Yulong knew that after the death of the so-called father, in fact, his family had long been regarded as outsiders by the clansmen, even if he had himself, even if it was Xiaoya's body, it was the blood of the Mao family that flowed, even if his own mother, according to the habits and traditions of this era, had long tied her to the genealogy of the Mao family, but what was the use?

After the death of the titular father of this family, his own family has long been regarded as a burden by the clansmen, and has long been regarded as an outsider by the clansmen, no matter how hard the mother tries, after all, her surname is Zhang, and she will always be an outsider.

"You don't deserve to be our clansman, you get out of here." The roar like thunder exploded in Mao Yulong's ears, and when he turned his head, it was the twisted and hideous face of the patriarch uncle.