Counterattack on the giants: the villain male god is a girl

Chapter 2574 Why not come out and give some pointers?
There are men and women, old and young, but they cannot be seen with the naked eye...

Mu Qian lit a pair of large candles, lit them, and then lit three sticks of incense. He knelt in front of the ancestor's tablet, and saw his mouth moving. He didn't know what he said. He stood up and inserted the incense again.

Jian Junxi looked at the ancestors of the Mu family, with endless sadness in his eyes. What kind of fate is this that can make her have a relationship with this group of tablets.

Mu Qian glanced at Jian Junxi timidly, then walked to the far right.

The last tablet was "Mu Chuge's Spirit Tablet", and he stretched out his hands tremblingly, hugging the tablet in his arms.

Jian Junxi's heart seemed to be pouring down the earth-shattering Pantuo heavy rain, dripping dripping, heavy and painful, his clenched fists seemed angry, angry, sad, hurt...

For a moment, Ruoda's room felt as if all the creatures on the earth had been extinct, and there was a dead silence...

Jian Junxi always stood where he was, neither offering incense nor kowtow, his clenched teeth and joints never froze for a moment...

Mu Qian glanced at the memorial tablet in his arms, tears filled his eyes in the end, holding the memorial tablet and passing her step by step, it seemed that he planned to carry him upstairs first.

The blue veins on Jian Junxi's forehead bulged, showing the entanglement and pain in her heart.

Just when Mu Qian was about to go upstairs, she suddenly ordered: "Put the tablet back to its original place, and you go up alone!"

As soon as Mu Qian heard it, tears poured down his face, he kept nodding his head, wiped Mu Chuge's memorial tablet with his sleeve, and put it back where it was, without stopping any longer, striding upstairs.

Hearing the sound of footsteps getting smaller and smaller, Jian Junxi's lips curled up with bitterness.

Walking slowly to the incense platform, looking at the spiritual tablet directly in front, the largest piece is still the spiritual tablet of Mu Sufeng.

Picked up three incense sticks and lit them, then knelt down on the cushion...

Holding the incense above her head with both hands, she was silent for a long time before she said in a deep voice: "Hello, ancestors of the Mu family, my real name is Yang Feixue, and I later changed into a man's clothes, and my name is Jian Junxi.

A few years ago, I knew that I was a descendant of the Mu family. Due to various reasons, I didn't have the opportunity to come to worship until today. I came back too late. Please don't be offended by the ancestors.

In my whole life, I have tasted all kinds of hardships, and for the rest of my life, I just want to kill my enemies with my own hands. Today, I just want to know what's going on under the Mu family?
Is it worth them to spend decades calculating him, and calculating me?If there is any rudeness, please forgive me, ancestors, if possible, bless me to avenge blood hatred this time!
If I am lucky enough to be alive, I will change my surname to Mu, choose an auspicious date, and officially recognize my ancestors and return to my ancestors. If an accident happens unfortunately, that is also my fate, and we will see you in hell! "

As soon as the voice fell, a biting evil wind suddenly blew up in the room, and all the candles were extinguished in less than a second, and the huge mourning hall fell into a dark silence in an instant.

The whistling wind in his ears made Jian Junxi's whole body covered with goosebumps, as if he had expected the reason, the corners of his thin lips curled up evilly, and he sneered: "I don't know which ancestor is manifested, why don't you come out and give me some pointers?"

A ray of light suddenly appeared in the dark corner, from weak to strong, until it formed an old man.

She was dressed in a gray ancient robe, the huge sleeves were blown to both sides by the wind, half of her white hair was combed high, and the other half was draped over her shoulders.

At an octogenarian age, with sharp eyebrows and a high nose, he is still full of energy. The deep wrinkles on his face make him look haggard, but his bright blue eyes are radiant and unfathomable.

With a long beard hanging down his chest, and the crutch in his right hand, he looked as old as the old man.

(End of this chapter)