All the parents looked together, and saw a pale young man raise his hand at the end of the left hand side of the chief.

"Dove... Is there anything you'd like to say? The patriarch looked at the young man, sighed slightly in his heart, and then asked.

"I think! A parent like Yuan Zhisheng, who doesn't put his mind on the family at all, is not worthy of leading the 'Snake Eight Families'! After the dove finished speaking, he coughed a few more times, and looked very weak. On the pale face, a trace of anger flashed in those pupils, and his eyes stared at Yuan Zhisheng's back, if his gaze could be turned into a real sword, presumably Yuan Zhisheng had been pierced by ten thousand swords at this time.

"Oh? Is what the dove said true? The patriarch raised his head and looked at the Yuan Zhisheng in front of him, with a hint of expectation, a hint of expectation, and... A hint of pleading.

Yuan Zhisheng looked at everyone's eyes, was slightly stunned, and frowned tightly.

A sense of irritability suddenly rose in his heart, he was disgusted, disgusted with this damn atmosphere, disgusted with the gaze of the patriarch looking at him, and even more disgusted with himself.

"Since the dove parent has started, the subordinates also want to speak up, and they dare to say it." Another man raised his hand.

The man was hooded, his eyes were wide open, his face was hideous, and his scarlet tongue licked and licked on his lips, looking disgusting.

"Yuanxing Temple... You say. The patriarch sighed and nodded.

"The subordinates think! The dragon blood in the young body is weak, and there doesn't seem to be any demonic power on the body, although the young master's strength is strong, but our snake Qi Eight family is a hundred ghosts after all, if you let a young master without demon power become the patriarch, the subordinates will inevitably have some rumors. Yuanxing Temple smiled, although the tone was respectful, a young master, but the irony in the words was not difficult for anyone to hear.

"My subordinates are a little puzzled, why... The son of the eldest patriarch, the dragon blood in his body is so weak, why doesn't he have a trace of demonic power in his body? Forgive my subordinates for daring to guess... Could it be that the young master... Not born by the patriarch? Finally, the map unfolded, and the dagger was revealed.

There was silence in the field, and the patriarch clapped his palms and chuckled.

"Yuanxing Temple... You... Do you think I'm old? Can't lift the knife? The patriarch squinted his eyes and half-leaned on the small table beside him.

"My subordinates are terrified... It's just a guess by the subordinates, and the patriarch is asked to tell the subordinates the answer! Yuanxing Temple hurriedly stood up and bent over ninety degrees.

"Tsk..." The dove sat on the cushion, his brows furrowed tightly, and looked at Yuanxing Temple with disgust in his eyes.

The eldest patriarch did not speak, and an invisible coercion pressed on the parents fiercely.

The dove coughed violently.

The coercion was instantly retracted, and the patriarch sighed softly and raised his head to look at Yuan Zhisheng.

Yuan Zhisheng listened to the movement around him, and his brows furrowed tightly.

In fact, he is quite suspicious of his background, the people around him have demon power, and he only has one body of force, and he has made many achievements with his sword skills, so he became the minister of the executive department.

Looking at his father's expectant eyes, Yuan Zhisheng's irritability became even stronger.

Look at what I do then, I was born by you, and it's not your reason why I don't have the demonic power in my body, why do you expect me to do so much!

"Gen Zhisheng!" A loud roar suddenly woke up Yuan Zhisheng, and he turned his head in a daze, only to see the dove standing up with a weak face, and there was still a trace of scarlet blood at the corner of his mouth.

"Look what you look like now! What about your ambitions! Have you forgotten all the drinks you used to have with me? There was a hint of disappointment in the dove's words.

A glass of wine? Have I ever drunk with a dove?

Yuan Zhisheng was stunned and looked at the dove blankly.

"What's that look on your face!" The dove could no longer stand still, and strode forward, grabbing Gen Zhisheng's collar with both hands, and looked at him viciously.

"Now! Someone is questioning that you weren't born to your daddy! You give me this expression back! I! Ahem! I've completely mistaken you! After saying that, he seemed to use all his strength and sat on the ground.

Yuan Zhisheng looked at the dove blankly and said nothing.

Something seemed to crack in the blood.

Yuanxing Temple, who was wearing a hood, glanced vaguely at the patriarch not far away, took a deep breath, gently took off the hood on his head, and put it on the ground.

A small, ant-like insect emerged from under its hood and crawled towards Genjusheng.

"Patriarch! Looks like! The young master doesn't seem to have the courage to be the head of the family at all! Yuanxing Temple stood up, with his bare head on his head, and shouted to the patriarch.

Everyone's eyes were attracted to it, and no one noticed the small insects crawling on the ground.

The worm struggled to crawl forward.

Closer, closer!

Just when it was only 10 centimeters away from the original child, the insects began to grow larger.

In an instant, a huge head appeared, with no eyes and nose, only a huge mouth of blood.

The head bit hard at Gen Zhisheng.

"Be careful!" The dove fell to the ground, and he reacted instantaneously and threw Yuan Zhisheng down, but his abdomen was bitten off by his head.

"That's it! Alchemy puppets! I don't know who shouted.

The crow and the yaksha rushed forward in unison, only to be stopped by the patriarch halfway through.

The two looked at the eldest patriarch suspiciously, but saw the eldest patriarch smile mysteriously.

"Ahem!" The dove, who was already weak, lay on Yuan Zhisheng's body and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Blood stained the placket of Yuan Zhisheng's clothes.

"You... How can that! Genjisheng looked at the dove with some surprise.

"We... I've had a glass of wine! Brothers... Don't let me down..."After the dove said weakly, his eyes went dark, and he suddenly fell on Gen Zhisheng's body.

Seeing that he had not killed his target, the alchemy puppet turned around again, opened its mouth, and swooped straight down towards the two people on the ground.

The wooden floor cracked violently, and for a moment, the room was filled with smoke.

A flash of light flashed through the smoke and dust, and the roof was torn open with a huge opening.

The smoke and dust gradually cleared, and a deep pit appeared in the middle of the room.

"Less... Young master? The crow shouted, he didn't think his young master would be eaten.

A figure jumped out of the pit.

White feathers and black clothes, a pair of blood-red pupils flashing scarlet light, an extremely flowing long black and white hair dancing in the wind, holding a dove in his arms.

If it weren't for the flat glasses on the bridge of his nose, the crow really wouldn't recognize it as his young master.

"Finally..."The patriarch breathed a sigh of relief.