Seeing that those mythical races were about to enter the village, the second elder let An Ran go, and said that he would discuss An Ran's life events later.

An Ran, who breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly put on a serious look, and the furnishings in the room of Monk Yi and the others were restored to order. The tables, chairs and benches that could be repaired were repaired as much as possible and put back in their original positions, and those teapots and cups that were broken and could not be repaired had to be destroyed.

Enron quickly gathered the pieces on the ground together, then held them up with his hands together, ground them into fine powder with the palms of his hands, and disappeared without a trace as soon as the wind blew.

Seeing that the mythical race was about to enter the village, it was not only An Ran and the others who were anxious, but also the three families in the village who were busy.

"Third uncle, those foreigners seem to be here, let's go and have a look?" Xiong Shun tentatively asked the third uncle to see if he was interested in joining this transaction with the mythical race.

"I'm not going, what is there to see about foreign devils, just go on behalf of the Xiong family as the patriarch!" The third uncle pouted, looking reluctant to come forward.

The situation was expected by Xiong Shun, he simply saluted, turned around and was about to walk outside the house.

"Junko!" Just as Xiong Shun was about to walk out of the door, the third uncle suddenly shouted to stop him.

"Third uncle, what's wrong?"

"Try to get things done, but don't be whispered to those foreigners! Our Xiong family, our village, will never rely on begging for charity to survive! ”

"Don't worry, our Xiong family cubs have straight backbones, and they do business in a dignified manner!"

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In a short time, today's protagonists have appeared neatly in the ancestral hall.

From Enron's point of view, the most eye-catching in the field must be those mythical races.

In remote clouds. In the old ancestral hall of Nanxiao Village, such a group of foreigners with white skin, high nose bridge, and deep eye sockets are indeed very eye-catching. And unlike ordinary foreign friends, the costumes of these mythical races seem to be a bit non-mainstream.

It can be clearly scored that there are also three small groups in the atmosphere of these mythical races. Judging from their spiky fangs, lush body hair, and draggy robes, it was a rough guess that this time it was a common combination of vampires, werewolves, and wizards.

These mythical races were obviously also taken aback by the warm welcome of the welcome pig at the entrance of the village, and their expressions were all very serious, obviously recognizing the strength of this inconspicuous village and attaching great importance to this cooperation negotiation.

And sitting in the center of the ancestral hall, the three major families of the Yiren in southern Xinjiang, although the clansmen are all dressed plainly and have dark faces, they look like honest Chinese working people. But if you look closely, you can find that the young men in the village are all full of energy, and they have a vitality that far surpasses ordinary people.

The three patriarchs, led by Xiong Shun, also showed a very deep cultivation. When entertaining guests, there is a degree of etiquette, neither humble nor arrogant, just like a big family style.

Compared with these two parties, the painting style of An Ran and others is very unserious.

Shang Yi was wearing a nano combat suit, Luo Qingyi and Feng Leizi were wearing ancient robes, and An Ran's parents were stepping on flip-flops and wearing casual clothes, none of them were serious.

But fortunately, the atmosphere is a bit imminent at the moment, and both the mythical race and the southern Xinjiang aliens are not very familiar with each other, and they are both in the stage of testing and figuring out each other, so for a while, no one asked about the origin of An Ran and the others.

This strange stalemate lasted for about five minutes, and after a round of tea, it was broken by Xiong Shun, the representative of the main character.

"It's been a long time since outsiders have been to our village, and if there is anything inconsiderate in the etiquette, please take care of the distinguished guests." Although Xiong Shun looks like five big and three thick, he speaks in a clear manner:

"Since this meeting was too hurried, we didn't know each other very well, so let's introduce ourselves first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiong Shun's face immediately changed. From the polite appearance of smiling just now, he instantly became confident and resolute:

"The Southern Xinjiang Xiong family, good at beast control, welcome distinguished guests!" Xiong Shun solemnly hugged his fists.

Then, two men with the same extraordinary bearing stood up.

"Southern Xinjiang Huajia, good at herbs and trees, welcome distinguished guests!"

"The Miao family in Southern Xinjiang, who is good at cultivating Gu techniques, welcomes all distinguished guests!"

Obviously, the ancient family inheritance has brought confidence and pressure to these southern Xinjiang men. Such a solemn introduction is obviously to tell everyone present that they attach great importance to this.

Quite tacitly, the Mythical Race introduced itself in a similar way.

"On behalf of the Lautrec family in Toulouse, I would like to thank all of you Chinese friends for your hospitality."

"The Casdeil family of Burgundy, thank you for your warm hospitality to your Chinese friends."

"The Sillyax family of Brittany, thank you for your warm hospitality to your Chinese friends."

The representatives of the vampire, werewolf, and wizard stood up separately and said separately with a little pride in a ceremonial gesture that An Ran was not familiar with.

This kind of formation was something An Ran didn't expect before, who knows how to talk about something, why do you have to say what kind of family you are.

Although everything has to be said now, this way of pretending to be forced is still too much to see. It's also strange that he usually comes into contact with the socialist successors like the captain of the Celestial Squad and Da Wei, and he doesn't know much about the feudal stereotypes of family blood.

Enron thought about it for a while, and he couldn't think of how to pick up the words of these two parties. Do you really want to jump up and say such shameful words as "I represent the settlement of Jinzhou County Economic and Technological Development Zone in D City"?!

But fortunately, after An Ran's side was silent for a while, the other two parties did not ask anything, but politely talked to each other about social rhetoric. The two sides are one Chinese and one Western, both are ancient families with a long history, and the ancestral kung fu of the void and the snake are well practiced, and the kind words spoken to each other are not the same for half an hour.

When An Ran was embarrassed because of the cold scene, and his face couldn't be hung up, the people behind him didn't have similar thoughts at all. On the contrary, they all seemed to be all right, and they chatted in a whisper:

"Listen to them, those mythical races seem to be from France." The knowledgeable Shang Yi whispered.

"How is France coming, they are all pretending to be 2580,000, what is there to be afraid of." Lao Wu expressed his disdain for this: "I also mixed up with the funeral family back then, do you see what I said?!" ”

"Boy and dad, when do you say they will end up, the TV series I watch every afternoon will be finished in one hour!" An Ran's mother said dissatisfied.

"How do I know, I also asked Lao Zhang and Little Fat to have a drink tonight. If these people wait for a while and don't finish, let's do it, and go home early after cleaning up! An Ran's father said that he was also helpless, and then lit a cigarette for himself.