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The priest's gaze was three points colder.

"How so!"

"If I'm not mistaken, Dawu will allocate a sum of money and food to the township soldiers every year, why don't the township soldiers have food, eh?"

The priest's voice fell, and the big black and white striped snake also spat out the snake letter and moved closer to the patriarch.

He could almost feel the sensation of the cold snake hyaccia touching his skin.

Shangxi has been stable for too many years, and the so-called training of village soldiers has never needed their place, and every year this money and grain are sent to the village, and they will be sent directly to the patriarch's house.

So many years have never been an exception, but they have lived peacefully.

Who would have thought that there would be an accident this time! But the plague, the locust plague, and the rebellion followed, and he was caught off guard, and everything was too sudden.

But the most important thing is because Gu Jingzhao knows evil methods! It was precisely because of his evil law that he sent more than 300 people but lost completely.

The patriarch defended: "Lord Priest, it is really because of this natural and man-made disaster, this epidemic is serious, and the locust plague is even more serious, if we don't give money and food to help the villagers, I'm afraid that the entire Shangxi will have been reduced to a ruin long ago." ”

"I'm really—really had to."

The priest didn't believe his words at all, and secretly clenched his fists, and said word by word: "Have I ever said that the money and food for raising soldiers are absolutely immovable!" Even if the sky falls, this money must also be spent on the heads of the villagers! ”

The patriarch was dripping in cold sweat.

He could feel that the priest was really angry.

"I, I know it's wrong. Please forgive me, Priest, for I promise this will be the last time, and there will be no next time! ”

The priest was furious, if it weren't for his greed, which caused the village soldiers to have no strength to fight, how could Gu Jingzhao still be at large at the moment, slandering the reputation of the Great Witch Priest!

The priest's grim voice said word by word: "If you are wrong, you will be punished!" ”

He gripped the patriarch's shoulders heavily, and slammed it hard.

"Ahh

The screams of the patriarch came from the tent.

Several villagers hurriedly ran in, and the patriarch fell to the ground, his face and lips were pale, his white beard couldn't stop trembling, and only an empty sleeve was left in his left hand.

The blood kept flowing, and the severed left arm lay flat on the ground, and the big snake with black and white patterns slowly crawled from his neck to the severed arm, spitting snake letters, as if he had seen something delicious.

The villagers who came in were startled, their faces were pale, but they didn't dare to make a sound.

The priest got up leisurely and took a handkerchief to wipe the blood off his hands, and glanced at a few people coldly: "Take the patriarch to bandage." ”

One immediately stepped forward to help the patriarch, and the other was about to pick up the broken left arm.

But the snake was entrenched on the severed arm, and spat out the snake letter at him, as if to swear sovereignty, this severed arm is theirs!

The man turned his gaze to the priest, but the priest did not seem to have any intention of returning the severed arm.

He didn't dare to say more, and hurriedly went out of the camp with a few other people.

When Jing Zhao arrived, the blood in the camp had just been cleaned up, and there was a faint smell of blood in the air.

Jing Zhao didn't pay much attention, his eyes were attracted by the big snake with black and white flowers as soon as he entered the door.

The snake's belly arched high was obviously just full, and it lazily coiled on a shelf beside the priest, staring at Jing Zhao and An Nanhuai with a cold gaze.

Jing Zhao frowned slightly, he had never had a good impression of a creature like a snake, let alone this snake that had almost bitten him.

The priest was more pleasant than the first time he saw him.

He waved his hand and beckoned, "Sit." ”

Jing Zhao was also polite, and sat down at the farthest point from the snake.

"I don't want to play pantomime with you." The priest got straight to the point, "Gu Jingzhao, I admit that you are a very capable person, if you just let you stay in this small place in Xiaxi, it is really condescending, I will give you a condition, you go to Shangxi to be the patriarch of the Min'an clan, how about it?" ”

Jing Zhao raised his eyebrows, is this preparing to recruit himself?

Jing Zhao coughed lightly and said, "Lord Priest, to be honest, your condition is not tempting to me. Don't say it's the patriarch, it's to let the Great Witch give way, and I don't necessarily want to be the Great Witch in that position. ”

He folded his hands and raised his head proudly.

The priest narrowed his eyes, "You don't have to be embarrassed!" ”

Jing Zhao pouted: "You are wrong, since the gods have allowed me to be his messenger, if I don't hold the point, then it will be called a discount." ”

He rolled his eyes and continued, "By the way, Lord Priest, you still have a hundred ...... How many are 100? Jing Zhao asked An Nanhuai.

An Nanhuai replied: "Ninety-nine soldiers, one general, he said that his name is Aqina, and he is the first warrior of Baiyue. ”

Jing Zhao nodded: "Lord Priest, your 100th soldier is still a guest in Xiaxi, I think everyone who comes is a guest, so I have been entertaining you with good food and drink, you see when you will retire, I will also return these friends to you." ”

"Retirement?" The priest played with Jing Zhao's two words.

He beckoned, and the big black and white snake crawled back on his arm, its triangular head resting on his tiger's mouth, looking at Jing Zhao lazily.

Jing Zhao was a little bored, he frowned slightly, and his body involuntarily stepped back a little, this snake gave him a very bad feeling.

The priest tapped the snake's head lightly twice, and he looked at Jing Zhao with a smile.

"You really didn't consider the proposal I gave you?"

Jing Zhao clasped his hands and chuckled: "You really don't consider the proposal I gave you?" ”

He returned it to the priest as it was.

The priest instantly removed the smile from his face, and his gaze instantly sank, "It seems that we have nothing to talk about!" ”

"Someone!"

The moment he waved his hand, dozens of village soldiers and witches appeared outside the camp.

Jing Zhao also stared, he sat quietly in his seat, holding the wine bottle in front of him, his fingers gently caressing the bronze edge.

"It seems that the priests don't care so much about the life or death of Aqina." Jing Zhao lifted his eyelids coldly, and the powerful suppressive force on his body instantly burst out, and he said word by word: "I don't mind dying, besides, I am deeply honored to have so many people to bury me." ”

The priest's eyes darkened by three points.

"You threaten me."

"Don't dare." Jing Zhao chuckled, "You are a priest blessed by the gods, isn't my threat to you equivalent to threatening the gods." ”

"However, I am also a messenger blessed by the gods, and your killing of me is tantamount to provoking the gods."

Jing Zhao watched the priest's face gradually become ugly, but he still spoke lightly:

"Priest, doing what I say is the best for you and for me. As long as you withdraw immediately, I promise that your 100 men will be returned intact. There's no reason to say no to such a good deal, you say, right? ”