Chapter Sixty-Seven: Plotting Together, Something Happened to Make Me Gang?
"Report."
Offering Hall.
A guard walked into the main hall, his plum-patterned black robe, swaying as he walked.
Wait until he reaches the center of the main hall.
Stop immediately.
Then he bent over, knelt on one knee, and made a sonorous voice with a respectful expression.
"Speak."
A fluttering voice sounded.
In the main hall.
A middle-aged man, dressed in a loose pale cyan robe, was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his eyes closed.
It's not someone else.
It is the leader of the Wuhun Palace, nicknamed the undefeated super strong man in the sky, Qiandaoliu!
"Great Elder Qiqi. Several Xiao Li were pushed outside the gate of the Martial Spirit Hall and were to be beheaded for public display. The gate of the Wuhun Hall is now surrounded by the people of the whole city. His Holiness the Pope was also present in person. ”
The guard's head was slightly raised, so that he could speak, but he still lowered his head, and his face and tone were all very respectful.
Although Qiandaoliu sat with his back to him, he didn't dare to be disrespectful in the slightest.
The one ahead to the figure.
There was a faint invisible majestic pressure, like a mortal facing Mount Tai, insignificant.
"Got it, let's go down."
A faint voice came again, neither joy nor sorrow, like the voice of a robot without any emotion.
"No."
Respectfully replied.
The guard got up, still bowed, and slowly stepped back.
It wasn't until he was about to retreat to the door of the main hall that he turned around and walked away quickly.
Wait out of the worship hall.
Only then did the guard straighten up his bowed body.
Offered in the temple.
"What is she going to do here?"
"Deterrence?"
"Or is it to unite the people?"
"What is the use of those ordinary people's hearts?"
"It's just a chicken rib."
"Forget it... As long as it doesn't endanger the Martial Spirit Palace, let her go. ”
"For the sake of Xue'er's affection, it can be regarded as compensation for what happened back then."
A murmur sounded in the hall.
When the two words of Xue'er came out of the mouth of a thousand streams.
On his originally indifferent face, a smile appeared inadvertently.
But it was fleeting.
Again he turned into an expressionless machine, and sat in place.
That's just at this time.
Several footsteps came from outside the worship hall again.
"Great Elder, Bibi Dong is already outside killing chickens and monkeys, are you still in the mood to sit here?"
The golden crocodile offering is concise and to the point, directly indicating the intention.
"yes. Great Elder, Bibi Dong's move is obviously connotating us. ”
"We're those monkeys, she's putting on a show for us!"
"It's just too much! Great Elder, you are the strongest and the most senior, otherwise you will show up and beat her and let her know who is in charge of this Martial Spirit Palace! ”
The rest of the worshippers also echoed it.
The reason why I came.
That's because they feel that Bibi Dong's move is connotating them.
Because the financial power of the Wuhun Hall is not centralized.
Therefore, these elders, who worship them, take advantage of their positions to reap the benefits of it.
And now Bibi Dong is doing this.
Among them, the strong meaning of killing chickens and setting an example for monkeys, as long as you are not a fool, you can see it.
What's going on?
Isn't it a naked threat?
These worship elders, one by one, are powerful.
When did you get this kind of gas?
Isn't it just a little bit of money, as for the connotation of them?
They wanted to attack directly, and give Bibi Dong a little color to see.
Let her recognize the big and small kings.
Although at the weekday conference, they all shrank under the will of Qiandaoliu and did not confront it.
But this doesn't mean that these offerings are persimmons, so easy to handle!
So.
After several people learned about this, they immediately made a decision and formed a team to come to Qiandaoliu.
After all, Bibi Dong was supported by him.
Even if you want to show its color, you have to get the consent of a thousand streams.
And they came in groups.
There is also a hint of coercion.
"You ...... What does this mean? ”
A slow, calm tone exhaled, and there was no trace of panic in his voice.
Qiandaoliu sat quietly on Putian like this, his eyes never opened, and his body did not make any other movements.
I didn't pay attention to these few people at all!
"Great Elder, Bibi Dong is obviously questioning our worship hall by acting like this, haven't you seen it yet?"
Golden Crocodile Douluo shook for no reason, and his momentum immediately weakened a little.
"That's right. Great Elder, as long as he is a clear-eyed person, he can see the meaning of Bibi Dong's move. ”
"That's right. Everyone in the Martial Spirit Hall knows that our worship hall holds a part of the financial power in our hands. If she doesn't resist, will she want to gain an inch and seize this part of the financial power in our hands? ”
"Great Elder, please take action, don't hesitate in this matter. Otherwise, our control over the Martial Spirit Hall will become weaker and weaker! ”
There are golden crocodiles.
The remaining worshippers also chimed in.
On weekdays, they would never dare to speak to Qiandaoliu like this.
But now.
They are fighting for their own interests at this time.
As the worship of the Martial Spirit Palace, the power in their hands is undoubtedly great.
Although on weekdays.
At the conference, it looked more submissive.
But this is what Qiandaoliu requires.
Don't clash with Bibi Dong on any front.
If there is a problem, you only need to ask him to explain the situation, and he will naturally solve the problem for everyone.
"She beheaded corrupt officials and corrupt officials, and she was doing things according to the rules. The door rules of the Wuhun Hall have long been indicated. Those few junior subordinates committed crimes against the wind, and it is not a pity to die. ”
Between words.
Qiandaoliu turned his body around, and turned to face a few worshippers.
Seeing Qiandaoliu do this.
The golden crocodile standing in the main hall subconsciously took a step back.
Several others were enshrined, and the reaction was even greater.
They all retreated, hid behind the golden crocodile, and then looked at Qiandaoliu vigilantly.
There is a big pair, and if something is slightly wrong, he turns around and runs.
I TM... These bastards!
Schemes come out together, and blessings are enjoyed together.
Now something has happened, leaving me alone???
The golden crocodile froze in place.
I was shocked by the reaction of several worshippers.
At the same time, he secretly cursed these pig teammates in his heart.
"Your idea?"
Chidoryu had a smile on his face and looked very 'amiable'.
The golden crocodile chuckled in his heart.
Just as he wanted to refute, his teammates behind him jumped out without giving him any chance to explain.
"That's right, Great Elder, we all came here after listening to the golden crocodile's words."
"Don't blame the Great Elder. Elder Golden Crocodile is also for us to worship the temple. ”
"I don't know anything about the Great Elder, I'm just here to join in the fun."
A few people who worship you have a word, and I have a tongue, and directly blocked the words that the golden crocodile wanted to explain in his throat.
He glared hatefully at the few people behind him.
Only then did the golden crocodile nod stubbornly.
Looking at his reaction, Qiandaoliu immediately laughed and said:
"Hahaha... What are you afraid of? We're all our own people, can I still eat you? ”