Myriad Worlds Lottery System

The little evildoer also whispered: "Blind man, didn't you see that I was injured? If I wasn't injured, I would have been captured alive by them? You have such good hearing, can you hear what they are saying?"

Lang Ming listened carefully, then shook his head and said, "No, my hearing seems to have deteriorated a lot since I regained my sight. However, my reasoning ability is still very strong! They should use us to sacrifice to the gods, but that It's a common routine, and they will definitely not be so clichéd!"

The head of that village suddenly came to Lang Ming and said, "We have discussed it and plan to sacrifice you to the gods. Do you agree?" A group of people immediately surrounded Lang Ming and the two of them.

Lang Ming immediately shouted: "We can't say it! It's very bad! But why?"

The village chief stroked his beard and said, "Because you destroyed the guardian statue of our village, now Raksha is rampant. If you don't make sacrifices, the gods will not bless the village!"

Lang Ming immediately said: "If the gods don't bless you, I can bless you! I'm going to deal with Rakshasa!"

"You?" The village head asked in disbelief.

Lang Ming explained: "That's right! I'm Xialan, authentic!"

The village chief looked at Lang Ming and said, "How to prove it?"

"Just rely on the Xialan seal in my hand!" As he spoke, Lang Ming broke free with all his strength, and then stretched out.

Villagers who had never seen the world saw the scalded scars on Lang Ming's body and said excitedly, "Oh, it's really Xia Lan Yin!"

Lang Ming said with a smile: "Not only that, I will also use the lost ancient chivalrous secret technique—the Wind Curse!"

The village head said calmly: "Oh? Then show us one and untie it."

After speaking, Lang Ming was brought under a big locust tree, and everyone looked at Lang Ming.

Lang Ming coughed and said, "Ahem, wind is a force outside of the five elements. We can't see it, but it doesn't mean it doesn't exist! The wind curse is actually hidden in everything."

As he spoke, Lang Ming slapped the tree, but the leaves didn't even shake, and everyone looked at Lang Ming in bewilderment.

Lang Ming said awkwardly: "Don't you guys see it? It's me, let the wind... stop!"

When Lang Ming said the latter sentence, he said righteous words.

Incomparable nonsense, but the people in the village believed it all, and immediately cheered: "Xia Lan! Xia Lan! Xia Lan!"

Ou Sibu Yunlu and Suozi Huangjinjia, who were watching the opera in the sky, said in unison: "Wow! Do you even believe this shit?"

Ou Sibu Yunlu said: "I can see that this son of luck in the world of Fengyu curse has no other skills, but this face is really thick-skinned!"

Suozi Huangjinjia agreed: "That's not true, and the people in this world are too stupid, can they be deceived by such lies that tell lies with their eyes open?"

Ye Tian smiled and said, "Keep watching."

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The head of that village stroked his beard and said, "In that case, we can only offer sacrifices to one!"

Lang Ming immediately said excitedly: "Oh no, she, she, she is my wife, we must be together!"

The little evildoer said angrily: "You!"

The village head became happy, "Oh? Mrs. Xialan? It's so good!"

The village chief came under the tree, looked at the crowd and said, "Folks, this is a great blessing for our village! I, an old bone, never dreamed that one day we would be able to use Xia Lan to worship the gods!"

Lang Ming asked in a daze, "What?"

The village chief continued: "Moreover, he also offered to offer his wife as a sacrifice. I declare that the sacrifice will begin!"

Lang Ming shouted: "Damn it, the plot is not like this!"