Inside the house, the air instantly froze, and there was no sound.

The four altar masters looked at Long Jiuyao with some confusion, no one expected him to suddenly scold the street, these words were avoided even by shrews scolding the street in the flood era.

It can also be said that everyone knows the meaning of these words, but so far, Long Jiuyao is the first to say them in one sentence.

However, Mo Li felt okay, holding his chin in his hands, looking at him with a smile, in his heart, this was the real Long Jiuyao.

"Uncle Xing, have I offended you?"

"You ......"

"I have not offended you, not only have I not offended you, but I have also treated you with great respect. But since I entered the village, you have not given me a good face, let alone looked at me squarely, as if you looked down on me. Long Jiuyao gushed endlessly, his mouth was like a machine gun, and he didn't give Shi Xuan a chance to speak: "Uncle Xing, if you are impotent and premature ejaculation, I can help you treat your illness." If your wife runs away with someone, I can introduce you to a young girl. I just hope that you don't take out any of your emotions on me, after all, I didn't provoke you, right?"

Long Jiuyao, the former strong king of Zu'anzui, is now the strongest orphan in the era of the flood famine!

No matter who you are, if you make me unhappy, I will spray on your ancestral grave and explode!

Long Jiuyao didn't have a dirty word in this sentence, but he felt that it was better to scold himself.

Considering that Long Jiuyao's cultivation is strong, his kung fu is not weak, and he is a master of both civil and military affairs, he had no choice but to look at Mo Li and complained: "Mo Li, look at the good son-in-law you are looking for!

Without waiting for Mo to leave his mouth to speak, Long Jiuyao hurriedly asked, "Dare to ask your seniors how long you are this year?"

"It's not high, I've been born in this heaven and earth for more than two hundred years!" said this, a smug look leaked from his face.

The life expectancy of people in the flood era is similar to that of the era of science and technology, with an average of sixty or seventy years old, and those who can live to be eighty to one hundred years old are high life.

And cultivators too, cultivators have a longer lifespan than ordinary people, but the average cultivator can live to be one hundred or forty or fifty years old, which is already very good.

Except for a few aliens who are born with a long lifespan, or fairies like Daji. It is definitely a thing to be proud of to have lived for more than 200 years like this!

The older you get, the stronger your cultivation becomes, and longevity is a symbol of strength!

"Yo, I don't see it, Uncle Xing, you are living as a king. ”

"What did you say?" Shi Xuan glared angrily, and Chong Moli asked: "Listen to what he said, this kid is so disrespectful, how can he be worthy of my Miao Jiang Holy Maiden!"

"Well, I think so too. Mo Li nodded, his tone a little perfunctory.

"Anyway, you want to marry the holy woman to him, I am the first to disagree!" Shiki threw down a sentence and left the stockade with his back hand.

The remaining three altar masters glanced at each other, got up and left one after another, and the first family negotiation broke up unhappily.

Long Jiuyao thought that his relationship with Mo Ying was already a sure thing, but he didn't expect to kill halfway, and his status in Miao Jiang was not low.

Long Jiuyao looked at Mo Li: "Old man, can I continue my relationship with Sakura?"

"Shiki disagrees, it's hard to say. Mo Li took a sip of tea, his expression was light and light, as if he was not marrying his own girl, and it was not his own wedding that was stirring up.

Long Jiuyao asked incredulously: "Are you the Gu King of Miao Jiang, Xiao Sakura or your daughter, you can't be the master of her family affairs?"

"I can decide my daughter's marriage, but I can't do the marriage of the saint. Mo Li glanced at Long Jiuyao and said softly: "I see that your marriage with my daughter, it is better to be so yellow." ”

"Okay, then yellow, I just happened to have slept enough. ”

"Bang"

Mo Li suddenly threw the teacup on the ground, grabbed Long Jiuyao's hair, glared at him and shouted: "Little rabbit, what are you talking about? I'll kill you shameless thing! If you dare to be irresponsible to my daughter, I'll kill you bastard!"

"It's not what you said! ”

Seeing him like a hooligan, Mo Li was speechless for a long time, took a long breath and calmed down, sat down and said, "The girl is mine, and the saint is Miao Jiang." Let me tell you this, I am the most prestigious Gu King in Miaojiang, but I am also the one with the worst popularity. ”

"Hmm. Long Jiuyao nodded very seriously: "I can see it." ”

"Get out!" Mo Li waved his hand irritably and said: "Go back, I don't count if you can marry my daughter, you go back and think about how to deal with our people in Miaojiang." ”

Hearing this, Long Jiuyao glared at his ignorant little eyes and asked, "What do you mean?"

......

A quarter of an hour later, Long Jiuyao walked towards Mo Ying's room with a bit of a headache.

Just now, Long Jiuyao learned from Mo Li's mouth how sacred the position of the Holy Maiden is in Miao Jiang!

Whether it is the era of flood or the age of science and technology, every ancient tribe that has been passed down for thousands of years will have something to believe in.

Cow ghosts, snake gods, totem gods and elephants, which are very ordinary in the eyes of ordinary people, are untouchable bottom lines in some tribes, and the bottom line of Miao Jiang is the holy Maiden Mo Ying.

Since ancient times, the saints of Miao Jiang have never married anyone other than Miao Jiang, and it is actually an accident to come to Mo Ying.

In fact, the matter between Long Jiuyao and Mo Ying, Mo Li had already informed the people of Miao Jiang, and after hearing this, these people were very unhappy!

The saint broke the rules of Miao Jiang since ancient times and married the Central Plains, but they couldn't accept it in their hearts.

Long Jiuyao has been in Miaojiang for a few days, why haven't they rioted?

The reason is very simple, Long Jiuyao and Mo Ying have not yet married, and this group of people from Miao Jiang are stirring sticks in the middle, and it is difficult for the two of them to get married!

"Alas, as long as others get married, as long as they get the old man and the old mother-in-law, I have to deal with tens of thousands of mothers' families!" Long Jiuyao sighed helplessly.

Just tens of thousands of Miao Jiang people can say that what makes Long Jiuyao a headache is that the popularity of the type in Miao Jiang is very good, and the kind that responds to every call.

Under the leadership of Shiki, it should be difficult for him and Mo Ying to get married, but it must be difficult to continue.

"Little brother, you're back. ”

Long Jiuyao returned to the room, smiled at Mo Ying, who was playing with the dumb girl, and then plunged into the bed and began to think about how to deal with these Miao Jiang people.

......

Ten thousand poison caves, in the village of extinction.

A young man in his early twenties, dark-skinned and shirtless, sits cross-legged on the ground with strong muscles leaking.

The young man's body was crawling with Gu worms, and each Gu worm was bubbling with a trace of black gas, which could be seen that this young man's Gu skills were very advanced, and he was a senior Gu master in Miao Jiang.

"Xiaotian, take a break, Dad will talk to you a few words. ”

The young man turned his head when he heard the voice, and when he saw Shizuki walking in, he got up and said respectfully, "Dad, didn't you go with Uncle Moli to discuss Sakura's family affairs, why did you come back so soon?"

The young man's name is Xingtian, he is the only son of the type annihilation, and he is also the master of Gu art of the young generation of Miao Jiang.

Shi Xuan didn't answer and asked: "Xiaotian, you tell your father the truth, do you like the saint?"

"Ah......" Xing Tian was hesitant when he heard this, and he blushed and held back for a long time without speaking.

The type of hatred is not made of steel: "If you like it, you like it, if you don't like it, you don't like it, and it's not like me at all!"

"Dad, I'...... I really like Sakura, but ...... She's about to get married. ”

"Hmph!" Shi Xuan snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "With a father, it's not so easy for that Central Plains kid to marry a saint!"