Of course, Chu He is not a hot-blooded teenager through and through after all.

Although when I hear such a thing as 'choosing a marriage', it makes people feel a kind of excitement in their imagination.

But Chu He soon began to think about the intention behind this.

According to Chu He's plan, he came to Sanmiao to ask for relatives, but in fact, it was to make trouble.

The matter is big, and the Gonggong clan can't sit still, so they can only let the really poor cicada come out and expose him.

At that time, it was the time when he rescued the poor cicada and returned to Kongsang.

It's just that I didn't expect that the Sanmiao tribe would take advantage of the trend and come up with a goddess to choose marriage.

Obviously, he wants to weigh the tribes in the world, take this opportunity to find out the most powerful party, and then completely rely on the past.

"That's right, they are not clay carving wood sculptures, of course, they will have their own ideas and means. My plan was good, but it was still impossible to prevent change. It's just... In this way, if I want to complete my task, I will have to put a little more effort!" Chu He thought to himself.

The painting boat stopped at the pier, and from a distance, it was still brightly lit.

The sound of singing and dancing frolicking, many people on the shore of the hook lost their souls.

Occasionally, the boats passing by the side of the boat become very shaky, and the plain water waves seem to be able to swallow those veterans who have been in charge of the boat for many years.

The boy in white sat in the painting boat, drinking and having fun, so unhappy.

Through the silhouette refracted by the candlelight, the occasional person who sees a scale and a half claw is envious.

It's just that no one knows that the real son of the poor cicada is still imprisoned in the Gonggong clan.

With Dijiang's strength and domineering, there is no preferential treatment and gentleness for the captives.

The poor cicada boy does not have any privileges in the Gonggong clan, except for protecting him from fatal injuries, all kinds of pain and suffering can be regarded as eating all kinds of pain.

And Chu He, who is pretending to be a poor cicada at this moment, is also not in the painting boat.

The Chu River in the painting boat is just a robot disguised as a poor cicada.

The Chu River had already turned into a nocturnal owl, flew into the depths of the Sanmiao tribe, and traveled upstream along the winding Danshui waterway.

On both sides of Danshui, there are bamboo buildings built along the river.

Chic.

And in the deepest part, a huge bamboo palace is located at the source of Danshui.

Between the ups and downs, there is a verdant and green bamboo building, standing in the center of the river, as if floating there, but it is extremely firm, and has never drifted with the waves.

Chu He first circled around the Bamboo Palace, and then went to the Bamboo Tower.

There are three floors of bamboo buildings on the water.

But it was all dark, and no one was there.

Chu He's eyes opened, but he saw that this bamboo building also had two floors underwater.

Pieces of spiritual bamboo, which grew at the bottom of the water, clung to the riverbed.

The five-storey bamboo building is woven on top of a piece of spiritual bamboo, and combined with each other, it seems to grow together.

The two-story bamboo building under the water is brightly lit.

There are formations that form a barrier to keep the water waves out of the platform.

On the bottom floor, there are lively girls in simple clothes, who use witchcraft to boil clumps of spiritual water, and then pour this spiritual water into hollow bamboo pipes.

Chu He's heart moved, and he felt as if he had another achievement to achieve.

So it quickly turned into a black carp and dived to the bottom of the water and swam directly to the second floor of the water.

It's just that when you reach the second layer underwater, the picture that catches your eyes is different from what Chu He imagined.

Clusters of spiritual water that fell from the bamboo tube all floated around a woman, compressed into tiny droplets, spinning like a galaxy.

"So you're just practicing?"

"I'm taking off my pants, so you're going to show me this, aren't you afraid that those gentlemen who have expectations will send you blades?" The black carp incarnated by Chu He flicked his tail, glanced at the woman, and prepared to float.

Although women are indeed rare in the world.

But Chu He has already read all the flowers, and there is no code in his heart... Phew!

"Who?"

"Come out for me!"

A scold.

A ray of water swayed out, like a bullet piercing, piercing the bamboo building with a thousand holes.

A particularly unique mass of water writhes.

An invisible smoky wind swam by.

The girls on the lower floor fell down one after another, falling into a dream.

The water ripples swayed, but I saw a middle-aged man wearing a short suit, wearing a scarf, holding a double-headed snake staff, and his face was slightly majestic, manifesting his body in the bamboo building.

"It's even more late at night, why is the patriarch here?" the woman asked in an indifferent voice.

The man's eyes flashed with excitement, but he quickly said in a gentle voice, "I'll come to see you..." For the sake of the tribe, you have sacrificed too much!"

When the woman heard this, she said coldly: "Since I am the goddess of the tribe, this is my responsibility. What my ancestors could do, I can certainly do. Alright Patriarch, it's time for you to go back!"

The woman unceremoniously ordered the eviction.

Chu He understood that this silver-haired and beautiful woman was another protagonist in the story he made up that was implicated by him for no reason.

The goddess of the Sanmiao tribe, Liqiang Fairy.

The middle-aged patriarch did not leave, but stepped forward, as if he wanted to grab the hands of the Liqiang fairy, but was keenly dodged by the other party.

"You know, I've always had you in my heart. Actually... You don't have to grieve yourself, I am the patriarch of Sanmiao, as long as you say a word, I can immediately withdraw my words about choosing marriage. We··· Don't rely on anyone. The middle-aged patriarch said in a slightly excited tone.

Fairy Liqiang's expression was not moved.

She took two more steps back, then said in a warning tone, "Patriarch, I hope you know what you're talking about." ”

The middle-aged patriarch said in an even more excited tone: "Of course I know what I'm talking about! I love you. Why wouldn't you accept me, when you know that, would you rather marry a stranger and be a plaything for someone else than stand with me?"

Fairy Liqiang's expression turned completely cold: "Is it possible... Don't you want to use me as a plaything?"

"For the sake of the tribe, I can give up myself. But what are you?"

Chu He was outside the window, and the blood he heard was about to vomit out.

There is no bathing picture of dog blood, but there is an emotional entanglement of dog blood... How irresponsible!

The middle-aged patriarch's face gradually turned cold, and he suddenly said with a frantic expression: "I know, you have been hating, hating me... Hate the tribe, hate everyone, and hate yourself even more. You want to marry outside, not for the tribe, but to avenge him, right?"

"Whether you have the power of the Gonggong clan or the help of Zhuan, you will eventually bring them back, come back to destroy Sanmiao, and avenge him. ”

Chu He waved his hand and fishtail, feeling that the drama was coming.

Sure enough, I heard the middle-aged patriarch break the news again: "Over the years, you seem to be like a stagnant heart, as if you don't care about anything, no matter what things in the clan, you just concentrate on penance." But I know that you never gave up on revenge. ”

"But you see, he's a wicked seed, he's an ominous man. He shouldn't exist, only killing him is the best result for Sanmiao. Anyway... He shouldn't have inherited Jiuli's bloodline, and he shouldn't have picked up that knife, that fierce and ominous knife. ”