The crowd below was silent again, looking at the three people standing not far from him, Rao is Chu Qin's concentration was a little uncontrollable.

Worship?

The three of them worship the?

Yes, her cousin with a glorious crown actually announced on the street that he was going to worship Jun Yan with Le'er. God knows how suffocated the people around him were when these words came out.

If Jun Yan and Qiao Xuan were confused when they got the news. Then everyone at this moment is collectively confused.

As we all know, King Qiao's Mansion and the King's Mansion have always been at odds, and there are great differences in both political views and affairs under their jurisdiction. Although this will not be put on the surface, it is an unwritten rule.

And Chu Qin and the other high-level people know even better, where is the political disagreement, it is simply incompatible, and the mutual calculation of secretly poking and prodding.

But for now, they said, they want to worship the son.

Yes, surprised, surprised, not exciting?

Here, Long Qi was standing at the forefront of the five hundred iron horses, holding his hands on his chest. That cold face was full of seriousness, and between the slight nods, even he didn't know what he understood.

Anyway, just looking at the look of the little county lord, he was more friendly.

"Eh, boss, young marshal, this can't be crazy, right?"

A bold soldier bowed his head and whispered to Long Qi. The soldiers who can be in the forward battalion are all people who lick blood from the knife and have nearly 100 barbarian lives stained on their hands.

When it comes to talking, he is naturally casual and generous.

To put it bluntly, they don't speak human words, they are all things in the underworld.

"I don't know if the master is crazy or not, but if you hear what he says, if you are not crazy, count me as losing."

Long Qi was serious, and the soldiers behind him were collectively silent.

Looking at each other, one smiled more amiably than the other, did they say anything? They didn't say anything.

At this end, Qiao Le doesn't care how many confused people there are, she only cares about her own great cause. Whatever she says today, she has to end this worship!

Even if the building collapses, hail in the sky, thunder in winter and rain and snow in summer, she Qiao Le will bow down!

So, under Qiao Le's resolute supervision, Agarwood and Hu Xu immediately prepared everything for them.

On the offering table, the statue of the god was in place, and the three animal sacrifices were presented by the maids and placed one by one. The so-called three animals, namely pork, fish, and eggs. In addition to them, there needs to be a live chicken, a bowl of red wine, and a copy of the golden orchid in each person's hand.

Due to the hasty preparation, Qiao Le directly dispensed with the Jinlan spectrum.

After all, her purpose is to worship the son, and if she worships the son, she is a brother, and it doesn't hurt if Jin Lanpu doesn't have it.

So the picture finally evolved into a strange scene seen by Chu Yuan and the middle-aged man upstairs, the three of them standing in a row, and Qiao Le standing in the middle.

No one dared to say or ask.

I could only watch Hu Xu pick up the bowl of red wine, slaughter the live chicken with his own hands, and drip the chicken blood into the red wine. Then he held the blood wine in one hand and the silver needle in the other, and walked in front of the three masters.

The next step is to drop blood into the wine and make an alliance with blood.

However, this nonsense, who was about to be in place, suddenly stopped in Qiao Le's expectant gaze. Yes, he stopped a meter away, and his face was still full of pride because he could preside over such a ceremony, and he instantly competed with the pig's liver.

Looking at the three people in front of him, neither left nor right.

Because this bloody alliance is to be made according to the order of ranking.

That is, whoever is the boss will drip blood first.

But the question is, who is?