Following the prestige, everyone's eyes converged into running water, and they all looked at Deng Jiuling.
"Mr. Xiao Jiu, what do you mean?" Witch King Chi Zhan frowned.
High priest, there is no forgiveness.
No matter what point of consideration, Chi Zhan couldn't let him go.
But at this critical moment, Deng Jiuling suddenly spoke. Why
Chi Zhan, unable to understand.
Even the heroes from all over the world are also a little at a loss, don't know why.
"His Royal Highness the Witch King, what I just said may not be clear."
Deng Jiuling said indifferently, "I mean, let the high priest go and repair the Witch Clan Hall and start immediately!"
The voice fell, and the high priest frowned, his eyes full of anger:
"Xiao Jiu, the old man will go to repair the main hall, this matter has been sworn to the world, what else do you want?"
"It's just a simple repair of the main hall, don't you think this is too cheap?" Deng Jiuling said coldly.
Deng Jiuling is not a villain, but he doesn't want to be a gentleman.
Gentleman, full of benevolence, how tired is that
The high priest almost killed Deng Jiuling!
How can Deng Jiuling spare him
"Then what do you want? Is it possible to kill the old man?" The high priest sneered.
"It won't be enough to kill you, but starting from today, you must go to the gate of the city to move bricks, shirtless."
Deng Jiuling said lightly: "In addition, you and the cement, carry the mortar bucket yourself, and go to the well ten miles away to get water by yourself!"
Pouch!
When the voice fell, the high priest's face turned black in an instant.
All the heroes from all over the world were stunned.
Everyone of the Witch tribe looked at each other, only wondering if there was a problem with their ears.
The high priest has always existed like a god among the witch race.
Even now, even if the high priest is defeated.
But he still has a high status among the Witch Clan.
But Deng Jiuling is good. He actually wants the high priest to move the bricks shirtlessly
This... a proposal, really-drunk!
Among the crowd, only the Witch King can probably understand why Deng Jiuling is like this.
"It seems that Mr. Xiao Jiu is planning to make the high priest embarrassed in public and let him be cast aside by everyone?" The Witch King thought secretly.
"Xiao Jiu, you... deceive people too much!"
The white beard shook and shook, and the high priest roared.
"High Priest, what you said is wrong. You committed the scourge of extinguishing the Nine Clans. I only let you move bricks. Isn't that good enough for you?"
With a dog's tail grass in his mouth, Deng Jiuling said jokingly:
"Zhedi? Don't just move a brick and look down on the working people?"
puff!
When the sound fell, the high priest's blood boiled, and a puff of old blood almost sprayed on the ground.
High priest, angry!
As a witch, the most noble person.
How has the high priest been so insulted from birth to now
But the high priest is angry, that's useful again!
In Deng Jiuling's fierce gaze, the high priest gritted his teeth, took off his generous robe, and put on a pair of shorts.
With all eyes in full view, the high priest was shirtless, with sad tears in his eyes, and began to move bricks.
One, two... Three!
The high priest moved and moved like this, from when the moon was full, until noon the next day.
At this moment, the sun is scorching.
however!
Around the hall of the Wu Clan, there are still many warriors, holding their rice bowls, and talking while eating.
Today, the Witch King hosted a banquet to entertain the heroes from all over the world and celebrate the rebirth of the Witch tribe.
Li Wenyao, who went out of the temple to go to the toilet, hesitated for a moment, seeing that the high priest was not easy to move the bricks.
He took out a fifty cents coin and threw it at the feet of the high priest.
"Uncle, take it to buy soda, no thanks, please call me... Lei Feng!"
After Li Wenyao had finished speaking, he saw that the high priest looked badly and smeared oil under his feet, and ran away.
"The old man is a deity of the Witch Clan for his whole life, but now he is regarded as a great master and reduced to fifty cents?"
Staring blankly at the fifty cents coin on the ground, the high priest's beard flicked and his eyes were suddenly full of sad tears.
"Old man, do you really think that you are still the high priest of my Wu Clan?"
A soldier walked over with the twice-cooked pork, and said with a sneer: "Would you like to eat meat? Fifty cents."
"I..." Upon hearing this, the high priest was furious and wanted to curse.
But under the temptation of twice-cooked pork, the high priest sighed and bent down to pick up fifty cents.
Unexpectedly!
The soldier threw the cooked meat directly on the ground to feed the dog.
Then he put the fifty cents coin in his trouser pocket.
"Just like you, do you still want to eat twice-cooked pork? I will give it to the dog, but that's not it for you!"
"I'm pooh, what's the matter, you have done a lot of harm to my Wu Clan, if it weren't for the kindness of Mr. Xiao Jiu, I really want to kill you!"
"Look? I didn't see it! Don't hurry up and move the bricks!"
The soldiers rushed to each other, eager to beat the high priest.
"Hmph, the old man bear with it for the time being, wait for the Ba army to come, the old man will kill you!"
To suppress the anger in his heart, the high priest lowered his head and continued to move the bricks.
…
Wu Clan Hall, afternoon.
At this moment, pharmacists from all over the world are gathered together, and there are many talents.
In the center of the hall, a huge crystal coffin lies quietly.
In the crystal coffin, a beautiful girl.
Lying quietly, as if sleeping.
However, the girl's face was very pale, with a hint of green in it.
"The little girl's body weighs the poison of unfeeling, no one in the world can solve it, but if it is a fellow Taoist, it can solve the poison of the little girl."
The majestic voice of the Witch King resounded throughout the audience in an instant: "Then, besides Mei'er, the daughters of this king, you can choose any one to become your own wife."
"If you don't want female sex, then you can take it away, a Witch King token!"
"The token to see the Witch King is like seeing this king, you can either use it yourself or pass it on to your disciples and younger generations..."
The voice fell, and the pharmacists of the world lit up, and they felt excited.
The Witch King token is extremely precious, and whenever and wherever it is taken out, it can be respected by the Witch Clan disciples.
There are so many witch princes and women, even if you can't marry Chi Meier, but marrying other princesses is also very good.
"Although the Witch King Ling is good, the other princesses are also beautiful, but the unfeeling poison is the world's strange poison."
Stroking the white beard lightly, Mr. Jianping talked slightly and said:
"This poison requires one hundred precious medicinal materials, formulated according to a certain proportion."
"Between heaven and earth, no one except the poison master himself can solve this poison."
The voice fell, and the pharmacists nodded their heads in agreement.
The conditions offered by the Witch King were good, and everyone wanted it.
But the problem is that no one can solve the unfeeling poison, how can Chi Meier be saved
"Could it be that there is no way to unlock my daughter's poison?"
Glancing around, seeing everyone in silence, the Witch King’s eyes were suddenly full of anxiety.
The scourge of the Witch tribe has been resolved, but Chi Meier is still asleep.
What if you win the world
If it's time, you can go back.
The Witch King would rather not have power than his daughter.
"If you want to unravel this poison, it's not impossible."
The young pharmacist Li Wenyao suddenly spoke.
"Wen Yao, shut up!"
Hearing this, Mr. Jianping's face changed slightly, and he couldn't help but yelled!
"Mr. Wen Yao, it's okay for you to speak, no need to worry!"
The majestic voice of the Witch King resounded through the audience in an instant.
During the speech, a sharp and bright flashed in the eyes of the Witch King.
In an instant, Mr. Jianping felt himself.
The whole person is locked by the aura of the Witch King
Can't speak anymore, half a word.
Obviously, the Witch King is angry!
Li Wenyao is a disciple of Mr. Jianping, young and erudite, and has a very strong ability to refine medicine.
It's just that this time the witch clan refining medicine, the power of the four seas has gathered, and all of them are old monsters that have never been born.
As a result, Li Wenyao suddenly seemed less noticeable.
But now, the heroes are helpless.
Li Wenyao went and said that he had a way.
How can I not like the Witch King
But Mr. Jianping would be better, he was hesitant to speak, and seemed to stop Li Wenyao
How can I not be angry with the Witch King
At this moment, he didn't know his master, Li Wenyao, who had been suppressed by the Witch King.
He paused, and first glanced at the corner of a beautiful mature woman with beautiful legs in a cheongsam.
Then, Li Wenyao's gaze fell on the Witch King's body.
This scene, naturally, can't escape, the magic eyes of many old monsters present.
The mature woman was twenty-five or six-year-old, with a gorgeous face and a very tall figure. She was a sexy beauty.
It's just that this woman is very cold, standing in the corner silently, without saying a word.
Although, many people don't know who this woman is.
But this woman is graceful and luxurious, and her temperament is extremely noble, and she is a noble person at first glance.
and!
This girl's appearance is six to seven points similar to that of Princess Chi Meier.
Obviously, if this woman is not unexpected, she is also the daughter of the Witch King and the sister of Chi Mei'er.
"It turns out that Wen Yao, this kid, is the princess of the Witch Clan." Mr. Jianping suddenly smiled bitterly.
Li Wenyao is young and vigorous, and has a very high vision in daily life.
During this period of time in the Wu clan, Li Wenyao was young and energetic, and he was fancy a beautiful mature woman, naturally it was nothing.
"Jiu'er, come here."
The Witch King, who had seen everything a long time ago, suddenly turned his head and looked at the mature lady in cheongsam.
The voice fell, the cheongsam mature woman, her beautiful legs swayed.
Curly and gracefully, he walked in front of the Witch King.
"Father." The cheongsam beauty bent slightly.
With the extremely low neckline, everyone watching swallowed their saliva, and their eyes were burning.
"This is my Royal Highness of the Ninth Princess of the Witch Clan, the sister of Princess Chi Meier, and the most proficient in medicine among the Witch Clan."
The old voice of the old housekeeper then filled the audience:
"His Royal Highness the Ninth Princess, I am still in her boudoir, looking for a hero to marry."
When the voice fell, the Witch King nodded and smiled slightly:
"Mr. Wen Yao, if you can save Princess Mei'er, if the nine princesses do not object, this king can bring you together."
As soon as these words were said, the pretty cheongsam girl blushed and lowered her head, but did not refute.
In this scene, Li Wenyao who was watching suddenly felt hot and couldn't help swallowing saliva.
"Sure enough, the Witch King knows how to be a human being, that's all, since the literary demon thinks of spring, the old man is not good at blocking it." Mr. Jianping shook his head slightly.
In full view, Li Wenyao boldly stated his thoughts one by one...