Xuanhuan: I'm really not the big villain

Returning to his seat again, Hongchen Yaya had already eaten most of the mutton in the bowl.

Seeing that Jiang Yonglie was going to give it to him again, he quickly excused himself and said that he was full.

Jiang Yonglie also believed it. He had been busy for a long time before he ate a few bites. He was so hungry that he started to feast on it.

The bustling scene gradually subsided, and it was time to talk about serious business after eating and drinking.

Poussin picked up the milk tea and respected Jiang Yonglie: "Thank you, Mr. Messenger, for preparing such a delicious meal for us. On behalf of the people of the Tianshen tribe, I would like to offer you a toast, please!"

He raised his head and drank it in one gulp, and turned the bowl over to signal that he would have a sip.

Jiang Yonglie didn't delay either. Although the milk tea wasn't very tasty, he could still swallow it with gritted teeth.

Poussin began to introduce the people on the side: "This is my eldest son Pula."

Pula immediately stood up and saluted Jiang Yonglie. He looked the most like Poussin, tall and mighty, with a beard.

"This is my second son Pujue."

"Three Sons"

There are five sons, quite capable of giving birth!
Half of the dozen or so people sitting were his sons, and the rest were members of the tribe who held important positions in the tribe.

After the introduction, Poussin asked with a serious face: "Master Messenger, I have an unfeeling request. Lord Priest must have told you that my father, the previous leader, was killed by the mouth of the devil. On behalf of the Heavenly God Tribe, I would like to express my sincere thanks to you. I thank the Heavenly God for sending the Lord Messenger to save our tribe and avenge our dead clansmen."

After all, he actually bowed again, and it was the kind of bowing at ninety degrees.

Others, including the priests, also got up and agreed.

As the prince of the Sword Dynasty, Jiang Yonglie has long been used to this kind of scene, so of course he is flattered or humiliated.

Poussin went on to say: "Now that the devil is dead and the serious troubles in his heart are gone, I shouldn't be licking my face, but after thinking about it, I still want to ask the messenger for the devil's magic pill, and use it to enshrine the deceased father and those dead souls to comfort their souls in heaven."

Of course Jiang Yonglie was decisive. A magic pill from the leader of the ten-level magic scorpion was extremely valuable. If it was available in the market, there would be many people clamoring for it, especially those magic cultivators.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Poussin guessed his attitude. As expected, he couldn't help but look at the priest, hoping that he would come forward to make peace.

With a light cough, the elder priest chimed in and said, "It's only natural that the envoy is unwilling. I know that there is such a rule in the practice world, that is, equal value transactions. The magic pill is precious, but it is also of great significance to our tribe, and the only thing that our Celestial Tribe can get is the golden egg."

What the hell?Eggs made of gold?
He can't look down on such vulgar things.

The old priest seemed to feel Jiang Yonglie's disdain, and he was not annoyed. He smiled and took out a strange token from his arms and handed it to a young man standing behind him.

He opened his mouth and said something that Jiang Yonglie couldn't understand at all, and the young man solemnly took the token with both hands and left.

It didn't take long to hold a plate covered with a black cloth. The young man gently placed the plate in front of the old priest. The old priest looked at Jiang Yonglie and pulled the black cloth away with one hand.

A bird egg the size of a human head exuded a faint halo. If Jiang Yonglie hadn't felt the breath of life inside the golden egg, he would have suspected that it was an egg made of gold.

The elder priest pointed to the golden egg and explained: "This is the treasure of the township that our Celestial Tribe has guarded for nearly a thousand years. The previous priest told me that it was the egg of the ancient mythical beast Garuda, but my tribe tried all methods and failed to hatch this egg. I think the Messenger should be able to feel the breath of life in this golden egg. If it weren't for this breath, I once wondered if the previous priest was lying to me."

Jiang Yonglie's first thought was to express his disbelief, so he opened the Eye of Reality to check, but there was nothing about Jindan's information, so he could only ask the system if he didn't give up.

"System, can you see if this is the egg of the Golden-winged Roc?"

Villain system: "Golden egg is the abbreviation of golden-winged roc bird's egg. It doesn't mean that roc's egg must be golden. This one is indeed a roc's egg. Why it is golden is temporarily unknown to the system. But master, this system feels an atavistic aura from this egg. If it can be hatched, its value is immeasurable, and it cannot be compared with a ten-level magic pill."

Jiang Yonglie understood that the system wanted him to exchange the eggs, but it took thousands of years for the Celestial Tribe to hatch the eggs. Can he do it?

Or is there a solution to the system?
So he asked the system directly: "Do you have a way to hatch eggs?"

The villain system: "No, maybe when the opportunity comes, the eggs will hatch naturally. I suggest the owner change them as soon as possible!"

Under repeated requests from the system, Jiang Yonglie finally agreed to exchange the magic pill for the golden egg.

Seeing Jiang Yonglie's agreement, the priest and Pusang were all overjoyed, as if the golden egg was a hot potato, giving Jiang Yonglie the illusion of being anxious and letting go.

The moment Jiang Yonglie took out the magic elixir, a guard of the tribe hurried over to report: "Chief, Lord Sacrifice, people from the Siyin tribe came over and said they must see the leader and Lord Sacrifice, we can't stop them!"

"Haha, I heard that the messenger of your god tribe came suddenly, I want to see who the messenger of your god is."

Following a sarcasm, a group of people rushed over, and all the guards of the Tianshen tribe were kicked away by the leader.

All of these people were holding scimitars, and they were vicious, and the evil spirit on their bodies was even more compelling.

However, among this group of people there is also a young man who looks out of place, dressed as a young man, dressed in a light blue gown, wearing a seven-star crown, with two long sideburns hanging down his chest.

Like a poisonous snake, people dare not look at it.

The young man crossed the crowd to look at the golden egg in front of the elder priest and said, "Chief Si, is this the golden-winged roc bird egg, the treasure of the gods and tribes that you are talking about?"

Hearing the words, the leader hurriedly smiled flatteringly: "Master Hou's guess is right, if you can help me get this golden egg this time, then our Siyin tribe will be at the mercy of the Red Lotus Sect, oh no, I will be at your disposal, Mr. Hou."

Hearing the name of the Red Lotus Sect, Poussin immediately flew into a rage, pointing at the leader of the department and scolding: "Si Ke, you traitor on the grassland, you dare to collude with the Red Lotus Sect, you really deserve to die!"

"Red Lotus Sect? What is that stuff?"

Jiang Yonglie could not understand why Poussin reacted so violently when he heard the name, and seemed to reject him.

That Mr. Hou not only had sharp eyes, but also had good hearing. As soon as Jiang Yonglie finished speaking, he suddenly looked at Jiang Yonglie, and soon found the magic pill in his hand, and his eyes suddenly showed greed.

"Unexpectedly, my son did not make a mistake in this trip. Unexpectedly, there are traces of ten-level demon pills in a small tribe. Boy, give me the treasure and spare you."

Fuck, are you the villain or am I the villain? This scene of the villain's domineering appearance is really a role model for my generation!