However, the middle-aged man's face darkened after hearing this.
"Shut up, Mr. Heavenly God, how can you discuss it in private? That is disrespectful to Mr. Heavenly God and will bring disaster."
This time his tone was surprisingly harsh.
When the little boy heard this, his eyes turned red, as if he was about to cry.
"What are you doing? The child is just curious! Be good, Gou Dan, don't cry, don't cry."
The woman on one side rolled her eyes at the middle-aged man, gently rubbed the little boy's head, and let him rest on her lap.
The little boy stopped talking, listened to the sound of rain, closed his eyes comfortably, and soon fell asleep on the woman's lap.
At this time, the middle-aged man who had been silent for a while spoke.
"According to the usual practice, this year in the village Ascension Quota, it is our family's turn. This time it will be my turn. After I leave.
Gou Wa If you can raise it, then raise it. If you can't raise it, find someone to remarry and leave some of the sheep at home to him. Gou Wa is not young anymore, so let him be self-reliant. "
Hear the words.
The woman did not answer, but looked down at the little boy's peaceful sleeping face with a gentle expression. Her eyes were full of love and care. After touching the boy's face, a pale smile appeared on her face.
"Master, what are you talking about? If you go, what will happen to Gou Wa? He can't live without his father. Give Ascension Quota to me this time. Don't snatch it from me.
Anyway, I am a woman, and I am too old to be of any use to you. It is a pity that I cannot continue to grow up with Gou Wa. "
The middle-aged man opened his mouth.
But couldn't utter a word.
A flash of bitterness flashed across his face, and then he sighed heavily.
Ascension Quota, that sounds nice.
But everyone understands that this is just a nice way of saying it.
The real situation is that it was eaten by those Heavenly God adults and turned into food rations.
However, even if they knew it, the people living here would not be able to do anything about it.
Facing those Heavenly God who are as powerful as gods, all they can do is obey.
This is how generations of ancestors have come.
No one can disobey Heavenly God. After all, Heavenly God is a god and cannot be killed by mortals.
At this moment, there is a suspended throne on the top of the mountain.
On the throne, a figure in black robe sat. Rain pours from the sky.
The strange thing is that it can't wet the clothes of the man in black.
"He was actually killed! What a waste!"
Suddenly, the man in black robe raised his head, revealing a silver-haired young man with a strange face and two horns.
At this moment, his face looked very ugly and looked a little pale.
According to his plan, there shouldn't be any accidents this time.
After all, the few remaining sages on the surface were blocked by other Food Masters and couldn't take action at all.
But now, the important chess piece he chose was killed.
Not only that, even the soul power he left in the other party's body has lost contact with him.
This also caused his soul to suffer some injuries.
The soul is different from the physical body. It recovers very slowly, and it may even have a considerable impact on his strength.
Logically speaking, this kind of thing is impossible to happen.
If you want to achieve this step, it is simply impossible unless those Spirit Refining Venerable take action.
But according to the information he obtained, that person was clearly just a Secret Martial Artist at the Martial Dao Practitioner level, not even Qi Dao Grandmaster.
Then there is only one possibility.
There is definitely a big secret about this man.
Think about this.
He glanced at the passage above.
This passage was not caused by the movement of Planet Earth's crust, but by his actions.
Therefore, this channel cannot be maintained forever.
"No matter what happens, this person cannot stay, otherwise he will definitely be a disaster in the future!"
Thinking of this, the strange young man in black robe raised his palm, condensed a ball of black energy and shot it directly into the gloomy sky.
A large number of Gray Mist are entangled with each other, extending into the passage like tentacles.
I saw that the channel that had been gradually shrinking stabilized again.
"Xue Yin, Xue Yang!"
The mysterious white-haired young man in black robe spoke.
The next moment, two figures, a man and a woman, wearing blood-patterned armor, suddenly appeared in front of them, kneeling on one knee.
"I have met Lord Ao Lin!"
The two of them spoke in unison and respectfully.
"Go to the surface world above and bring this person back. If that doesn't work, kill him directly! Do you understand?"
The demonic white-haired young man in black robe, Ao Lin, spoke calmly.
As he spoke, a wisp of black mist emerged out of thin air in front of him, and then condensed into a huge mirror.
When the black fog dissipated, a scene of a city in ruins was revealed. From the ruins, a young figure with a scarred face emerged.
"Yes! I'll understand later!"
After the two took a look, they took note of their appearance and responded.
After getting the confirmation of Ao Lin.
The figure turned into two black shadows and soared into the sky. They disappeared directly into the swirling passage in the clouds above their heads and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"What a pity. If it weren't for that guy's existence, why would I be so restrained?"
Ao Lin said to himself, a certain figure appeared in his mind.
A look of fear flashed across his face.
"It's a pity, no matter how strong it is, how long can the old thing Lifespan last?
The surface world has always been a place for us to breed blood food. Now it's time to harvest, and you alone can't stop it! "
Within Anshan City.
boom! boom! ...
Continuous loud noises came from Gray Mist, the ground shook, and gravel exploded.
Every time there was movement, there were faint screams.
In the city streets that ordinary people cannot see because of Gray Mist, there is a figure that looks like the god of death.
Along the way, Black Blood Species will be found and killed no matter where it is hidden within a radius of one kilometer.
As time goes by, many Black Blood Species who originally regarded this place as a hunting ground can't help but feel frightened.
The figure was so powerful that only an afterimage could be seen on the fast retina.
He died on the spot.
Even the powerful Lower-tier Black Blood Species is still like this.
In this case, the other Black Blood Species were frightened and fled in all directions, although Gray Mist could not block Black Blood Species's sight.
But they were also locked in Anshan City and unable to leave.
This was originally used to restrict those blood eaters from escaping.
Now it happens that they have become turtles in the urn.
Good thing.
The range of Anshan City is large enough, and there is barely a place to hide.
In an underground garage, Gray Mist is like a thick, slowly creeping veil, surging silently in the garage.
At this moment, in one corner, there were more than a dozen figures standing. The ground was covered with bloody body tissue and pieces of flesh.
"Master, what are we doing hiding here? It's just a blood-eater. If we go together, won't we be able to do anything to each other?"
At this time, one of the figures spoke. This person's eyes glowed with a faint Crimson color, like a weak candlelight, which was strange and penetrating.