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Chapter 359 Banquet
Hearing Chen Xiaofan's agreement, the patriarch heaved a sigh of relief, looking at him in front of him, the patriarch's eyes were complicated, and he was silent for a long time.

"Boy, go to the holy mountain to be a servant of the gods. I'm afraid you will be bound to the mountain for the rest of your life. You have to think about it."

Chen Xiaofan turned to look at the patriarch with a bright smile.

"I know."

Since the gods wanted the saint to accept him as an apprentice, Chen Xiaofan also expected this link, and the sacrifice was only one of them.

Judging from the god's past operations, the girl deceived the god, and it is probably looking for the girl's successor, and then it will destroy the girl.

The incident happened because of Chen Xiaofan, if it wasn't the girl who sacrificed her life to save him, his body might never recover, and it is not easy to be reborn after a broken arm and foot.

Since she is kind to him, Chen Xiaofan can't let her take care of it alone.

After thinking through these, Chen Xiaofan also had to be transparent and see clearly.

Since the god wanted him to go up the mountain, he also wanted to see what the role of the god who was revered in the legend and could trigger the thunder disaster in the sky was.

If he wanted to kill the girl, Chen Xiaofan would still be in debt.

The gods are also going to send down thunder calamity, why not let them touch it?
Thinking of this, Chen Xiaofan didn't feel at ease, the gods, who live in the holy mountain, are revered by people, and can rain down thunder from the sky.

It is very dangerous to collide with such a god.

But I have to do it. The girl bears the lives of the villagers and her fate. Chen Xiaofan was rescued by her. If she can't untie the shackles for her, then she will bear the burden of her life.

Thinking of the wind and snow spreading to this point, and thinking that his friends might be in danger, in Chen Xiaofan's heart, he only hoped that the girl would not suffer any more, and he could do something for her.

Chen Xiaofan agreed very calmly, even after the patriarch explained the situation kindly, he would not hesitate, this matter made the patriarch feel a little turbulent.

By coincidence, Chen Xiaofan became the disciple of the Holy Maiden and the heir of the Holy Mountain. He didn't have any feelings for Chen Xiaofan. It can even be said that because of his appearance, some balance was broken and he hated him.

Now Chen Xiaofan showed his attitude, but he couldn't help admiring, knowing that there are gods in the mountains, he prefers to walk in the mountains.

Knowing that it was a bondage that would imprison him for a lifetime, he could accept it calmly.

He doesn't have this heart.

He raised the holy girl in the village and refused to let her go back to the holy mountain. Every time he offered sacrifices, he stood at the end.

Seeing Chen Xiaofan being so indifferent, his heart was in turmoil.

"thanks."

The patriarch said softly, Chen Xiaofan didn't accept his thanks and asked instead.

"Patriarch, can the gods hear us here?"

The patriarch hesitated for a while, then replied with a suppressed voice.

"It was possible to hear it before, but now the mountains are covered by heavy snow, and the clouds and mists cut off it, so I can't hear it"

Chen Xiaofan grinned at the patriarch.

He thought that the patriarch was just using him to make him repay the kindness of the saint, and the so-called adoptive son was just to make him not have any wrong thoughts about the saint.

But when he told himself that if he wanted it, he might be bound to the holy mountain for the rest of his life, Chen Xiaofan understood that the big and strong man in front of him still had a conscience in his heart.

"Master Patriarch, you don't believe in gods, do you?"

Chen Xiaofan's voice was very soft, very faint.

As the wind and snow blew, his voice had been covered up, hidden in the heavy snow, and fell into the abyss with the wind.

The patriarch knew that Chen Xiaofan was a smart person, he didn't reply to Chen Xiaofan's words, but asked instead.

"You come from the time zone of the Fallen. If I'm not mistaken, it should be the eleventh zone that has undergone a mutation."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Neither of them answered the other's question, and they knew it well.

"Patriarch, the food is ready!"

A call came from a distance, Chen Xiaofan and the patriarch turned their heads to look into the village.

People in the distance moved out a large table, which was full of food, and the smell of meat wafted over.

"Let's go, have a good meal, the saint is expected to come back in the afternoon, and you are leaving soon."

"How long does it take to go to the Holy Mountain?"

Chen Xiaofan asked curiously.

"The mountain is blocked by heavy snow. It may take half a day to reach the foot of the holy mountain. There is a ladder at the bottom of the mountain. It will take half a day to walk up."

Chen Xiaofan calculated the time to bless the power, it seemed just right.

The clansmen behind urged, and it was inconvenient for the patriarch to say more to Chen Xiaofan.

"Let's go, this is your welcome banquet. It's rare for the village to prepare a big meal, and brought out a lot of reserved meat."

The patriarch turned around and walked towards the village, Chen Xiaofan quickly followed.

"As the son of God, you are the spokesperson of God in the eyes of the villagers. This is your welcome feast, delicious food and drink."

Chen Xiaofan smiled, feeling like he was about to go on the road after eating.

"This should be the last meal."

Said jokingly, the patriarch sighed slightly.

The village is simple, and most of the food comes from the mountains. The heavy snow has long been a sign. They have prepared a lot of food, but most of it is meat, which is convenient for storage. As for vegetables, these are rare and there are dozens of dishes on the table. Cyan.

Meat and spirits, these are the sharp weapons for the people in the village to keep out the cold.

Beside the bonfire, the clansman pulled up the long table at home and put it together. The long table was full of wine and meat, countless.

The patriarch and Chen Xiaofan entered the table and sat at the front of the long table.

The people were very emotional, they had the Son, and they saw the miracle of the gods again.

The patriarch looked at the black-faced, rosy-faced villagers, and the expectation in their eyes, he could only sigh silently in his heart.

He stood up and raised his glass.

"Clan people, let's raise our wine glasses!"

Everyone stood up in unison, men, women and children raised their wine glasses, Chen Xiaofan was not used to such a warm environment, but he also stood up and raised his wine glasses.

Strong wine was poured into the bronze cup, and the pungent smell could be smelled from a distance.

"Clan people, thank the gods for blessing us!"

The patriarch raised his voice, and the clansmen shouted after him:
"Thank you God for protecting us!"

They were weak and sick, but their voice was majestic, almost shaking the snow in the mountains.

Chen Xiaofan didn't speak, and silently looked at everything in front of him.

"Blessed by the gods, the elixir is sent down, we have one more holy son, and the future of the village has endless light!"

The patriarch was speaking, and the villagers were very excited when they heard it. They believed in this and believed in it all. The men were very emotional and looked at Chen Xiaofan with envy and reverence in their eyes.

The women shed tears of emotion, as if everything bestowed by the gods was a gift.

There are a few other children, among them is Xiaogui who was scared silly by Chen Xiaofan yesterday, he didn't follow the adults to be grateful, he just hid behind his mother, looked at Chen Xiaofan carefully, and occasionally looked at the meat on the table, dripping saliva.

"The Holy Son will serve the gods together with the saint, and the gods will also send grace to solve our distress."

The patriarch's words made the clansmen burst into tears of gratitude, especially Xiaogui's mother, who kissed Xiaogui's head with tears in her eyes.

Xiaogui felt a little uncomfortable. He just wanted to eat meat and didn't understand what adults said.

"Raise your glass!"

The patriarch shouted, and the people raised their glasses.

"Respect the gods!"

"Respect the gods!"

The voice of the village resounded through the sky and the earth, as if it had passed through the clouds and mist and reached the halo on the mountain.

Chen Xiaofan looked at the clansmen in front of him, and he understood in his heart that they were indeed sick, but the sickness was not in their bodies.

At the banquet afterwards, people ate and drank to their heart's content. It was really difficult to have such a full meal.

The patriarch took the wine and drank it in one gulp. The clansmen were very happy to eat, and the children were still crazily grabbing food.

"They haven't had a full meal for a long time."

He was talking softly beside Chen Xiaofan, as if he was talking to Chen Xiaofan, and he seemed to be talking to himself.

The clansmen did not hear the words of the patriarch, their eyes were shining, and they were all looking at the food on the table.

"The mountains are covered by heavy snow, and food is difficult to obtain. If it hadn't been for the storage of food earlier, I am afraid that there would not be enough sacrifices for the sacrifice."

Chen Xiaofan glanced at the patriarch, a burly, middle-aged man with a huge figure, with a trace of sadness and sadness in his eyes.

"By virtue of your identity as the Holy Son, you can divide some of the things used for sacrifices and let them have a full meal."

The patriarch sighed slightly, looking a little lonely.

He looked up at the clouds and mist in the sky, looked up at the halo in the sky, and said something silently.

"If not. How wonderful it would be."

Chen Xiaofan knew what he was expressing, he said softly.

"If you don't believe it, he doesn't exist."

The patriarch smiled wryly.

"It's easier said than done."

The rare feast was swept away, and the hungry people quickly wiped out everything on the table, leaving no meat scraps, clean.

The faces of the people were rarely satisfied, they were full of smiles, and the unhealthy blush on their dark faces had disappeared a lot.

Seeing this situation, Chen Xiaofan narrowed his eyes, thinking about something.

A snowstorm suddenly blew up in the sky, the clouds and mists in the distance became thinner, and the halo in the sky became much thicker, as if it was shining slightly, releasing some signal.

The patriarch's face changed when he saw the change in the sky.

The smiles on the faces of the clansmen disappeared, they quickly got up from the table, and all knelt down in the direction of the holy mountain.

They ate a lot of meat, they hadn't gone to the holy mountain to offer sacrifices for a long time, their stomachs were full, but their hearts were terrified.

The light of the holy mountain is the signal, which is the god's warning to them.

The clansmen kowtowed and kowtowed, they were pleading guilty.

Chen Xiaofan looked at the light in the sky coldly, he was very angry in his heart, he felt that it was too fucking absurd.

The patriarch half knelt down, and he and the clansmen pleaded guilty and prayed for blessings.

The wind and snow gradually became heavy, fascinating Chen Xiaofan's eyes, but he stood still in the cold weather, without moving his body or slanting his shadow.

In the snowstorm all over the sky, Chen Xiaofan saw the sacred mountain in the distance, in the vast snowstorm, in the constantly flickering halo, there seemed to be a pair of eyes staring at him.

Is that the god?

Chen Xiaofan thought silently in his heart, his body remained motionless.

(End of this chapter)