It's just that before the person had run two steps, he suddenly covered his chest and fell to the ground.

"Lord Acrylic!"

Suddenly, there was chaos on Lingquan's side.

And at this time, the clouds fell into the sky and they were being called on to rush in the direction of the slow net spirit spring.

The appeal was not in a hurry at all, and his original intention was to let the people who discovered the abnormality of the spiritual spring know about it before he arrived at the destination with the "culprit".

It is also possible to make everyone's resistance to the clouds fall into the sky and their group to the highest level.

He had calculated the appeal in his heart, but he didn't know that things had gone in the direction he imagined, and he sent someone to invite the patriarch and Moro to sacrifice early, hoping to make the noise even bigger when he brought it.

Especially when he thought about the benefits he could get after this thing was successful, especially when he saw the person he hated the most being beaten into the dust, just thinking about it, he felt extremely excited.

When he took the big guys to the vicinity of Lingquan together, when he heard the noisy sound of the scene, he was even more meaningful.

At this time, he didn't notice the eyes of the clouds falling into the sky and their secret exchanges.

"What the hell did he think, how could he do such a thing?"

"Lust for profit!"

"How's the acrylic?"

"I don't know where the Moro sacrifice and the Huyan sacrifice have gone?"

“……”

As the distance slowly approached, the voices of everyone talking could gradually be heard clearly.

What surprised the appeal was that when everyone mentioned Huyan, they were still as respectful as ever.

"What's going on?" asked the people around him in a low voice, and the face of the appeal was not very good-looking, "What about the people we arranged?" Where did they all die? Didn't take a lead? ”

As his questions increased, the tone of the appeal became more and more gloomy, obviously dissatisfied with the current effect.

The people who followed him were so frightened by such a tone that they couldn't even speak: "I...... I don't know how this happened, I obviously arranged someone and mixed it up with everyone! ”

The others shook their heads, not knowing what the situation was now.

I had the heart to probe towards the spiritual spring, but because there were too many people, I couldn't see anything at all.

Not knowing what was going on, they walked forward with doubts.

It's just that the appeal is not worried, what does it matter if you don't guide success, when the time comes, with "sinners", isn't it better than anything else?

When the time comes, see how Huyan still quibbles!

With this in mind, the call to walk is still as majestic and high-spirited as ever.

He has always been like this in his own tribe!

"Appeal to the adults, huhu ......" Suddenly, a person jumped out of the crowd, ran over in three or two steps, stopped the group of people who were going to continue to escort them forward, panting and shouting the name of the appeal.

"Don't go any further! Things have changed. Drawing everyone's attention, the man spoke in a rather quiet voice.

It's just that he has brains, it doesn't mean that he has brains for appeals.

As soon as he heard that things had changed, his expression of appeal became profound, and his eyes turned around on the person he had originally sent here to help stir up trouble, and he sneered: "Of course I know that things have changed, what do you want to say?" ”

The anger in the depths of his eyes was temporarily suppressed and did not erupt.

Obviously, he has regarded the subordinate in front of him who stopped him as a person who has not completed the task and wants to shirk responsibility.

The reason why he didn't go back directly was just to know what tricks this guy could come up with.

Just looked at the subordinates in front of him with cold eyes, and he quietly waited for him to speak.

The subordinates who lowered their heads and didn't notice the change in their eyes were a little flustered, but they still trembled and told the truth of the matter.

When he heard that Lingquan was not damaged in the slightest, his pupils contracted violently.

"What did you say?" Because he was too surprised, he unconsciously raised his voice, instantly attracting the attention of others.

"Did he really bring someone here?"

"He also dares!"

"The patriarch is already waiting for him!"

"You said, he brought people over so fearlessly, is it because he really confirmed that something was wrong with Lingquan?"

"What do you say? If there is really something wrong with Lingquan, how can this be explained now? ”

“……”

The moment everyone saw the appeal, all kinds of speculation also rang out, and many of them began to conspire theories.

Some people have even vaguely guessed the truth, but because it involves the gods of their tribe, there are still deviations in the end.

Listening to their gossip discussion, the face of the appeal sank completely: "Shut up! ”

"What are you doing here? Don't have to work? He shouted at the people gathered here, calling for someone who knew that today's unlucky person might have to be replaced.

Glaring viciously at the person who listened to his words and destroying the spiritual spring, he gave him a look of settling accounts after the fact, and he began to think about how to turn the current situation back.

"Appeal, look at the good things you have done!" At this moment, a middle-aged man's voice came.

The roar full of anger shows that the man is now in the prime of life.

Just a little bigger, the person came to the appeal while talking, and without saying a word, he slapped the appeal on the head.

Without the slightest movement of leaving his hands, the call made people couldn't help but stumble two steps.

The middle-aged man turned a blind eye at all, and instead ordered loudly at the other people who were holding Yun Luotian and the others: "You still don't let the guests go?" ”

The orders of the patriarch have all come down, how dare they, as tribesmen, disobey?

hurriedly loosened their grip on the clouds and falling sky, with a reluctant face.

"Tell me, what have you done?" Seeing that the guest had been let go, the patriarch turned his gaze back to the appealing body and commanded.

But the tone is obviously that the person has been convicted.

"What can I do?" Appeal has always been particularly dissatisfied with the patriarch's direct conviction of people when they encounter something.

Rolling his eyes impatiently, his answer was particularly uncooperative: "Why don't you talk about it with the patriarch?" ”

"I just can't get used to seeing a group of outsiders living in the temple and damaging the majesty of the gods. So deliberately finding fault, no? In a tone that is angry and not worth his life, he is not afraid of being angry at all.

"If you find fault, you can attack Lingquan?" The patriarch listened to the appeal without remorse, and his heart and liver hurt his spleen and lungs.

"I just made an excuse casually, patriarch, you slander people like this, it's not okay!" Although it is a lack of tendons, it is not true that I don't know anything about it.

How could he admit such a crime as destroying Lingquan?

That's a thing that could lead to expulsion from the tribe if you didn't pay attention.

"Nope!" Looking at the dead duck's stiff-mouthed appeal, the patriarch's face became more and more ugly: "Without you, you can escort people to Lingquan with such satisfaction?" ”

"I ......" was so blocked by the patriarch's words that he couldn't speak, and finally decided to play a scoundrel: "I didn't do it anyway!" If the patriarch relied on guessing everything, I'm afraid it wouldn't be so fair! ”

made up his mind that he would not take this responsibility alive or dead, so he stared at the patriarch in front of the tribesmen.

"Enough! What does it look like to make such a fuss in front of guests? Just as the two men were confronting each other, an old voice came.

It wasn't loud, but it sounded majestic.

"Huyan, you go in and check on the situation of Lingquan!" After scolding the patriarch and appealing, the old man turned his head to Hu Yan, who was supporting him, and gave an order.

"Yes! Teacher Moro obediently took the crutch from the hand of the girl who was also wearing a sacrificial robe behind him and handed it to the old man, and Huyan let go of his hand and walked in the direction of Lingquan.

In this way, he stepped into the spiritual spring water step by step, slowly paced towards the position of the spring, and after careful observation, he slowly returned along the same path.

He didn't care about his clothes wet by the spring water, and his eyes were extraordinarily calm, as if nothing could make him react.

It's just that Yun Luotian read the disappointment in his eyes.

"The spring was indeed artificially damaged, but someone helped repair it later, so our spiritual spring was not exhausted!"

However, no matter how disappointed he was, he still relayed what he saw!

"What does that mean?" Instinctively feeling the possible consequences of Hu Yan's words, he took the lead in shouting without even waiting for others to speak!

"Shut up!" Moro poked the ground with his crutch and the majestic voice sounded again.

"How long will it take to be embarrassed?"

In the face of the anger of the Moro sacrifice, the appeal of not being afraid of heaven and earth was finally obediently silenced.

"Huyan, let's find someone to send the guests away first, let's handle our own affairs behind closed doors!" Seeing that the appeal finally stopped talking, the Moro priest continued to command Huyan.

"How's the acrylic?" Seeing Huyan walking towards Yunluo Heaven as he commanded, the Moro priest looked at the patriarch beside him.

The patriarch, who finally calmed down, heard the question of the Moro priest, and when he answered the question, he still seemed respectful, and he didn't hold up the high shelf at all because he was the patriarch: "There is the Laomoro sacrifice who cares, and there is nothing left!" ”

"That's good!" When the Moro priest heard this, his wrinkled face showed a satisfied smile.

When he turned his head, he saw that the appeal was in front of Hu Yan, and he didn't let people take them away.

It's just that he didn't move his hand because of the fact that Moro was here.

The mood that had just improved a little bit became bad in an instant......