Ratan Tata wanted to object, but Tang Ping whispered behind him, "Don't worry, it's not a good time to do it, wait a while for these people to drink almost enough."

Today's Tata family festival is naturally enough for wine and meat, and many people even take it as a lively view, watching it with relish while drinking wine and eating meat.

Ratan Tata stood up and said, "Okay, I just want to see, how are you going to frame me?"

The monk held up a large clay pot in his hand: "I have a jar of Tianzhu Divine Oil, which can destroy all evil after boiling.

Tang Ping held back a smile in his heart, but unfortunately no one here except himself knew about the stalk of Tianzhu Divine Oil.

Soon Nemotata arranged for a large cauldron to be served, with firewood underneath, and the monk poured the oil from the jar into it.

Tang Ping smelled the faint smell of vinegar and knew what kind of trick they were doing.

Sure enough, when the oil pot began to boil, the monk said, "Don't look at this divine oil that has been boiled, but if you haven't done anything unfortunate, this divine oil will not hurt."

As he spoke, he put his hand in.

The people who didn't know the truth of the melon eaters exclaimed, and they all stretched their necks to look over, and then found that their imaginary skin and flesh were open, and they cried bitterly and did not appear.

The monk still looked like a master of the world, and even gently stirred it in the oil pot with his hand before taking out his hand and showing it to the people next to him.

"Wow, look at his hands, they seem to be whiter!"

"I thought my hands would rot, but it turned out that there was a servant in my room who accidentally spilled the lamp oil, and the oil in such a small oil lamp burned his hand so much, and this monk was unscathed."

"Looks like this is really a miracle oil!"

"If it's a divine oil, do you dare to put your hand in it?"

"Naturally, I don't dare, this monk also said that he has never done anything wrong, who knows if I have done it myself for so many years? I'm not going to take that risk!"

When the people next to him were talking, the monk who was cast by Tang Ping with a Rakshasa ghost on his body also put his hand into the oil pot, and naturally he was unharmed.

Then all eyes were on Ratan Tata.

"This benefactor, if this divine oil has not done anything wrong, then it will be as unscathed as the two of us, but if you do something inappropriate on weekdays, this divine oil will make you have the pain of scraping your bones and pulling tendons, which is very bearable, and some people are even killed alive, so the poor monk is here to remind the donor to think twice before acting!"

Ratan Tata's face was pale, and he had to say that he hadn't done anything wrong, and he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to fool himself.

But if you don't go through the test of this divine oil, you will be charged with colluding with evil spirits, and it will be a dead word in Tianzhu, a Buddhist country.

Tang Ping gently patted him behind the back with a palm and whispered, "Don't worry, I have given you twenty years of skill with this palm, and you will definitely be able to resist this divine oil."

Latan Tata shook slightly, and it seemed as if there was a warm current flowing all over his body where Tang Ping slapped himself just now.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he walked to the oil pan with some trepidation, looked at the hot oil that was still boiling inside, gritted his teeth and inserted his hand into it.

"Huh!" I thought there would be a hot burning sensation coming from who knew that although the temperature in this oil pot was not low, but

Yes, it's just a little hot.

If you want to burn people, the temperature is still far from enough.

At this time, he also became bolder, and even stirred twice in the oil pot like the monk just now, before taking out his hand and showing it to the people around him.

"Ratan is fine!"

"I'll just say, although he behaves a little bit of a bastard, how can he collude with evil spirits?"

"Could it be that this magic oil is fake?"

"You think it's fake, you can reach in and try it yourself."

Tang Ping looked

Ratan Tata, who walked back with a surprised face, smiled slightly, isn't this the same trick as taking money from the oil pot?

The smell of vinegar I smelled just now shows that only the top layer of this pot of oil is oil, and the bottom is all vinegar, and what looks like it is boiling vinegar.

The boiling point of vinegar is not enough to burn people, but at this time he can't explain it to Latantata, so in order to let him go up and give it a try, he can only fool him and say that he has given him twenty years of skill.

"Lord Tang Ping, your skill is really powerful, I don't know what other effects it has? Can it be?" Ratan Tata asked in a low voice with suppressed excitement.

"We'll talk about that later, but it's up to you to behave."

Tang Ping looked at the monks opposite, this scene suddenly reminded him of the plot of the protagonist group of Che Chi Guo's Journey to the West and the fighting methods of Huli Daxian, Luli Daxian and Yangli Daxian.

The monks muttered a few words, and another monk stepped forward, but before he could speak, he heard the patriarch of the Tata family say, "That's enough."

After everyone's eyes were on him, he said slowly, "Today is the great sacrifice of my Tata family, since you say that Ratan Tata made a deal with evil spirits, show evidence, if not, please retreat."

Although the Tata family has joined the Mittal family, if the people brought by the other party are allowed to come like this, wouldn't it be different from being slapped in the face by others?

You must know that Ratan Tata is also the eldest son of the Tata family, if it weren't for the Mittal family, these monks would have been driven out a long time ago.

"Father, I'm afraid it's better to figure this out!" Nimotata didn't dare, behind this matter, he and the Mittal family did it together.

He just wanted to use evil words to drive Latan Tata from the position of successor, and now that the patriarch wants to stop here, how can he give up?

"Nemotata, today is the great sacrifice of our Tata family!" The patriarch suppressed his anger and roared in a low voice.

Ratan and Nemo usually fight openly and secretly, if he was shocked by the monk at the beginning, he would have figured out for a while, this is obviously Nemotata behind the ghost.

Normally, he turns a blind eye to the fight between the two, after all, if the heir of a family loses in this kind of battle, it means that he is not qualified to inherit the Tata family.

But today is different, and Nemotata is obviously colluding with the Mittal family, and their Tata family also has certain conditions for clinging to the Mittal family, which is an option to continue the family in this troubled time.

It doesn't mean that he will be willing to let the Mittal family completely annex the Tata family, Nemotata's approach is obviously overstepping, so he will remind him not to go too far.

Nemotata's face sank slightly, he glanced at the Mittal family, exhaled softly, and then picked up his wine glass.

Step by step, he walked towards the patriarch of the family, who was also his father.

Today is his last chance, because Ratan Tata is about to marry the king of the East Woman Kingdom, and then the entire East Woman Kingdom will be merged into the Tata family.

And Latan Tata will also completely confirm the position of the patriarch's heir because of such merits.

He did everything possible to get in touch with the Mittal family, and even married a fat woman of two hundred pounds to come back, just for that position.

Coming to the patriarch, he fell to his knees and raised the wine glass in his hands with both hands.

The patriarch of the Tata family nodded with satisfaction, this is the family's ritual of repentance, and he took the wine glass, which means that he has forgiven Nemotata for what he did today.

At that moment, Nemotata said in a voice that only two people could hear, "What is he? Why should he marry the beautiful king of the Eastern Lady Kingdom, and I should marry a fat pig like a dominatrix? Is it because he's a year older than me?"

"What did you say?" The patriarch of the Tata family frowned, the wine glass he was holding shook slightly, and a few drops of cold wine dripped on the head of Nemotata, who was prostrate in front of him, and ran down his cheeks.

Nemota Tower

He stretched out his tongue and licked the liquor that flowed from the corner of his mouth, and then said, "I say, everyone can only kneel in front of me from now on!"

As he spoke, a flash of sharpness flashed in his eyes, and he reached into his arms and took out a short dagger, and jumped up with a knife *** The patriarch of the Tata family is also his father's chest.

This sudden turn of events frightened Ratan Tata, who had been preparing for an uprising for a long time, and although he wanted to seize power, he never thought of killing his father.

He didn't even plan to kill Nemotata, he only planned to drive him to the Mittal family once he took power. Anyway, he married a woman from the Mittal family, and it will depend on his ability whether he will live or die at that time.

As Nimotata moved, Nasalman Mittal also took out a short bow from under the table, but instead of trying to shoot anyone, he fired an arrow into the sky.

A sharp bang resounded throughout the square.

"Do it!" Tang Ping pressed the headset and shouted, and Nimotata's sudden attack made them have to do it in advance.

As soon as he finished speaking, he was protected by Lao Du.

And the Datang soldiers, who were still wearing the clothes of the Tata family soldiers outside, pulled hard, revealing the black clothes they were wearing inside, and rushed towards the middle of the square.

Similarly, a group of soldiers dressed in the clothes of the Tata family rushed from the opposite side, and those who were Nemotata.

"Don't spare your hands, quickly clear the field and then control the main square, and a small team will protect Ping Guogong."

Xiang Long gave an order, drew his waist knife and crossed Tang Ping and them, and greeted the Tata soldiers who rushed over.

The rest of the Tata clan came to the festival without a blade, and they were a little overwhelmed by this sudden change.

And on both sides of the side are the black-armored warriors who have never seen before, and on the other side is Nemotata, who has just rebelled and killed the patriarch, and they don't know who to help, so they can only stand in the middle of the square.

On the other side, in the aisle between the main square and the side square, Lao Cui slowly stood up.

"Which brother is controlling the drone? But I'm going to make your Brother Cui a little more handsome!"

As he spoke, he walked alone to the middle of the aisle, and on the other side rushed towards him were heavily armed soldiers of the 500-Mitar family.