"Believe it or not."

With a flick of the hero's wrist, the god-killing vanished.

Yaoguang's eyes showed a reluctant light, pursed his lips, and wrote on the ground: "Please let me look at it for a while, I promise not to touch it." ”

As expected, the god-killing knife is not simple!

By the way, in that dream, the knife-wielding man was wearing a black cloak, and if you think about it, it looks very similar to Yaoguang's dress!

It won't be ...... It's the Taishan Divine Monarch himself, right?!

And who was the person he killed?

A terrible thought popped up in the hero's mind, and he hurriedly shook his head again.

The Emperor of Heaven had the kung fu to create the orc race a thousand years ago, how could he die? This brain hole is too big and rebellious, and I can't let myself go like this in the future.

Summoned the god-killing knife again, and thrust it into the ground, he got up and limped into the house, as if someone was chasing after him.

He was afraid of being struck by lightning.

Yaoguang looked at the god-killing god who was "tainted" by the soil in distress, and looked like he wanted to pull it out, but he remembered the hero's warning and never dared to touch it.

"What kind of knife is that?" Liuzhen stood at the window and asked the hero.

"Killing gods."

Liuyu seemed to be electrified, "The saber that used to be Xuanyuan Aotian, the one that Kunlun Academy treasured?" ”

"Yes." The hero poured himself a cup of tea and tried to do two sets of flexion and stretching, but the pain was no longer so obvious, and the desire to go home early became more and more urgent.

"No wonder!" Liuyu muttered, "It is said that it was a divine weapon personally created by the Taishan Divine Monarch, and it was inadvertently obtained by Xuanyuan Aotian, and the Taishan Divine Temple pursued it several times, but it was unable to succeed due to its lack of strength. Later, when the Great War broke out, Xuanyuan Aotian was promoted to the god of the earth, and the temple could only pinch his nose and pretend not to see. ”

Is it really a weapon of Taishan?

The hero was so shocked that he almost couldn't hold the teacup.

"Then why did the ancestor of the family go, and the temple also allowed the Kunlun Academy to collect divine weapons?"

"Family Master?" Liuyu was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly said, "It turns out that His Highness has already worshiped under the door of He Sheng, no wonder, congratulations!"

As for the reason why the temple did not ask for it, it was naturally because He Shengren refused to give it. The face of the four saints of Middle-earth is no smaller than that of the priests of the Nine Great Temples.

What's more, the Kunlun School Palace has never been a simple school palace, His Royal Highness's family sits on the million-mile territory of Shuangzhou, isn't it respectful there? ”

Ho, it turns out that the cheap master is so good! Doesn't that mean that Lao Tzu will not even be able to pee in the temple in the future? Haha, cool!

By the way, Lao Tzu is now a wasted person, and the unscrupulous master won't deny me, right?!

It's not impossible.

Bai Shanjun, I'm your eighteenth ancestor!

An evil fire emerged from the hero's heart, and with a move of his hand, the god-killing god outside flew back and burrowed into his palm and disappeared.

Yaoguang chased into the house and looked at his hand, looking stupid, like a little resentful woman looking at a scumbag who had abandoned her all the time.

If Lao Tzu asked her to sleep with her on the grounds that she would casually pay homage to the gods, would she agree?

The hero can't help but think evilly.

……

Two days later, the village's farmer finished harvesting, and the annual festival of worshipping heaven arrived.

The Day of Worship is the most solemn festival of the orcs, which means to thank the Emperor for giving them another year of harvest and not worrying about hunger.

On this day, every household put up lanterns, slaughtered chickens and sheep, adults and children put on new clothes, and the girls and boys who had just become adults even showed off their dresses in order to gain the favor of their sweethearts during the carnival tonight.

In the hero's view, this festival can be called not only the harvest festival, but also the courtship festival, which is full of the primitive sense of the ancient tribe and a romantic mess.

When night falls, a large bonfire is lit in the small square at the entrance of the village where the grain is dried, and each villager carries out a table and sets it around the bonfire, and the table is filled with home-made wine and dishes.

The hero and Liuyu and Yaoguang were arranged as guests in the seats next to the patriarch.

The patriarch was an old man with a white beard, he was not tall, but his arms were long, his palms were broad, his lips were as thick as sausages, his teeth were gone, and his smile was like a black hole.

The hero had never seen the old man transform, but he guessed that nine times out of ten it was within the range of apes.

As soon as the auspicious time arrived, with the order of the patriarch, the festival began to climax.

The unmarried maidens ran out and, after saluting the patriarch and elders, joined hands around the bonfire and sang and danced wildly.

They are thinly dressed, barefoot, sometimes shaking their hair, sometimes raising their legs high, their movements are neat and uniform, simple and rough, but full of youthful vitality and strength of beauty.

The villagers drank and laughed loudly, pointing at the maidens, commenting, boasting or praising them, and the small square turned into a sea of joy.

The hero was seriously injured and couldn't drink the spirits, so Huang Qiqi specially prepared a sweet and sour rice wine for him, and after a while, he was also infected, temporarily forgetting his troubles and becoming happy.

Liuyu, who sat on his left-hand side, was also a wonderful person, always with a little bit of compulsion on weekdays, as if nothing could disrupt the rhythm of his speech and work, but at this time, he was drunk to the end of the bowl, open his arms, bald head, and extremely heroic.

And Yaoguang, who was sitting on the right hand, gave the hero a little headache. Since this girl has seen the god killer, in addition to sleeping and going to the toilet, she follows step by step, it is like becoming his shadow, except that she can't serve people, otherwise Jia Qiao will have to lose her job.

At this time, she doesn't eat meat or drink, so she stares at the hero intently, so that the hero wants to sue her for sexual harassment.

Suddenly, his legs sank, and he lowered his head, and saw a little white fox lying in his arms, with two front paws on the table, and was drinking his rice wine.

"What are you doing?" was hugged away by the hero, Huang Nannan was very dissatisfied, and her small body twisted wildly.

Knocking on her head, the hero said, "Children can't drink." ”

"Daddy let me drink it."

"Your father is wrong, you won't allow it in the future, do you know? I really want to drink it, and I'll talk about it after I'm eighteen. ”

"Huh? Eighteen? People can get married at fifteen! ”

This is the custom here, and the hero didn't know what to say, so he picked a few kinds of fruit from the table, peeled the flesh and put it in the bowl, then covered it with a saucer, and said to Yaoguang: "Go in, but don't hurt the dishes." ”

Yaoguang didn't know why, but obediently did as he was told.

Then, the hero tilted the dishes, and the brightly colored juice trickled down the glass. As for the bowl, only the remnants of the flesh that had been shattered by the True Qi remained.

"Whoa." Stuffing the juice to Huang Nannan, he said, "If you want to drink, I'll talk about it after you get married." Come and try this, my brother promises to taste a hundred times better than wine. ”

Huang Nannan took a sip, her big eyes instantly brightened up like stars, and she forgot that she was licking water with her tongue, and she poured it into her mouth while holding the cup, spilling her and the hero.

"Slow down, slow down, there are more fruits, if you like my brother, I'll make it for you."

The hero couldn't cry or laugh, squinted at Yaoguang, and thought: If the Taishan Temple knew that Lao Tzu used the divine servants they had cultivated with great effort as juice presses, would they expel Lao Tzu as a descendant of the god of the underworld?

"Brother Xiong......"

After drinking the juice, Huang Nannan jumped on his shoulder, and his pointed mouth used his face as a tissue, rubbing back and forth.

"Brother, I'll be fifteen in two years, will I marry you?"