"Lord Wang Lang, after the agreement of all our elders, it has been unanimously agreed that the entire clan will join the Apocalypse. 【Fengyun Reading Network. Mi Hu stood in front of Wang Lang, but he was a little unwilling in his heart, this was Lord Wu Zhu's decision, and then the elder at the Council of Elders also agreed, he could only comply.

Wang Lang stared at Mi Hu with both eyes, constantly playing with a stone ball in his hand, which he accidentally discovered in that Li River, there was no special performance, it was just a word hard, which could withstand his terrifying power without any damage.

"Patriarch Mihu, you have really thought clearly, although there are many benefits to joining the Apocalypse Society, you also need to obey my orders." Wang Lang was not in a hurry to agree to Mi Hu, in his eyes, the patriarch was not sincerely obedient.

Wang Lang's answer made Mi Hu hesitate for a while, he knew very well how risky it was to tie the future of the whole clan to such a person of unknown origin.

Looking at the melancholy Mi Hu, Wang Lang did not urge, turning the stone ball in his hand, but his eyes were staring at Su He, who was working hard not far away. This kid's practice can be described as desperate, every action of the God of War Jue pursues perfection, even if he sweats like rain, he will not relax.

Mi Hu's eyes followed Wang Lang's eyes, and he happened to see Su He, who was working hard, and he didn't care at first, but as Su He's set of actions was completed, his eyes straightened. It's not that Mi Hu sees how clever the God of War trick is, but in his opinion, this set of weird and strange actions is commonplace.

He was surprised by the growth of Su He's strength, he didn't see it for a few days, and Su He's strength actually increased by more than one percent, what does this mean?

As the patriarch, he has carefully observed each of the future young people of the tribe, and he knows very well how many catties Su He used to have.

Although Su He has some talent, he is not the most outstanding in the clan, what is the reason why Su He has grown so much in a short period of time. Thinking of this, he turned his gaze to Wang Lang on the side, just in time to see the smile on the corner of Wang Lang's mouth. At this moment, he suddenly had a glimmer of realization, maybe following this young master would also be a good thing for the clan.

"Have you figured it out?" Wang Lang saw the decision in Mi Hu's eyes, and asked with a smile on his face.

"Lord Wang Lang, Mi Hu sincerely leads all the clansmen to follow the adult, and please accept me." Mi Hu knelt down on one knee and said loudly in a very respectful gesture.

"Okay, I'll take you on behalf of the apocalypse." Wang Lang heard the prompt sound in his head, and the Apocalypse included all the members of the Mu Qi clan.

In the evening, the largest open land in the village. Thousands of people sat in a circle, and several huge bonfires were lit in the center, and the light of the fire reflected the light within a radius of several hundred meters.

Wang Lang and Old Wu Zhu were sitting by a small bonfire, surrounded by Mi Hu and the Great Elder, and the three of them were staring at the fire in front of them, on which there was an oily beast leg that was rolling.

Old Wu Zhu looked at the beast's legs, and his eyes turned to Wang Lang on the side, "Young man, my old man is too old to gnaw on these tough beast meats without teeth, how about bringing me some of the beer you enjoyed alone?" ”

Wang Lang often carries a wine jar alone in Su He's house, and many people know it, but he didn't expect that the first person to come over and ask for it was this toothless old witch wish. Something like beer, in the Marauder's store, is very cheap for two gold coins a can, and he is not stingy, so he directly buys two cases out.

Mi Hu was very surprised by Wang Lang's ability to conjure things out of thin air, his eyes didn't turn for a moment, and finally muttered, "The art of Qiankun turned out to be the art of Qiankun." On the contrary, Old Wu Zhu and the Great Elder were not surprised at all, as if Wang Lang would not be strange.

After opening a can for each of them, Wang Lang took the beer and gestured to the old witch.

Beer is not something that many people are used to, for example, after Mi Hu took a sip, he spit directly on the ground, although the Great Elder didn't vomit, but looking at that face, obviously he didn't like it. After the old witch Zhu took a sip, he praised it with a sigh, "This is really a very special taste, I can't say it, it seems to have some malt fragrance, and there is some faint wine taste, very refreshing, suitable for the old man and me." ”

"Old man, if you like it, I'll give you two more boxes." Wang Lang turned his head and said with a smile at the old witch Zhu, he and this hundreds of years old have not spoken much, but they are very compatible.

"I'll thank you, old man, young man, I'm optimistic about you." Old Wu Zhu winked at him mischievously.

At this moment, some young people came out to dance, dancing unrestrained and heroic, even women, without the slightest gentleness and grace, Wang Lang saw an extremely primitive wildness in the dance of these people.

Su Xia stood up and walked in front of Wang Lang, staring at him with a pair of big shining eyes, "Wang Lang, come out and dance with us." ”

He really can't dance this kind of thing, let him go out hunting, he can casually knock down powerful beasts, let him chant poems against him, and he can also pretend to plagiarize a few songs. But let him dance, he would really be blind, and quickly waved his hand and said, "I'm sorry, I can't dance, no." ”

Su Xia looked at him unmoved, and the look in her eyes was like saying, if you don't get up, I will definitely not leave.

"Lord Wang Lang, jump one." "Jump one." Countless young men and women howled and laughed.

Wang Lang decided that he would not end up if he was killed, and he would never allow the image of a master that he had managed so hard to let an unbearable dance be destroyed. The coaxing was louder, and the dancing men and women were not dancing wantonly, but surrounded Wang Lang in the middle, looking at him with blazing eyes.

Old Wu Zhu looked at Wang Lang and laughed out loud, in his opinion, although Wang Lang is extremely strong, he is younger than many people in the field. "Young man, go out and play with them, don't be like me in a few hundred years, you can't move if you want to."

After Wang Lang heard the words of the old witch wish, he suddenly realized that he was still young, and compared with those old guys who were hundreds of thousands of years old, he was no longer than an ant. In that case, why can't he be completely presumptuous.

He stood up and made a gesture of invitation to Su Xia with a smile on his face, and Su Xia was not polite, and took the lead in walking to the center of the bonfire. He couldn't learn the wild dance in the village, and he couldn't master the tango rumba in his memory, so he could only imitate MJ's dance.

Su Xia twisted his body happily, a pair of eyes were full of provocation looking at him, he was not to be outdone, at this moment he felt that he was possessed, and his body made all kinds of actions that violated the common sense of the human body. The young people who were originally dancing all focused their eyes on the two of them, and they were all familiar with Su Xia's dance, but in their eyes, Wang Lang's dance was like opening a magical door, and the incomparably magnificent world behind the door was displayed in front of them.

(End of chapter)