Fantasy: Inherited in the same vein, the master fights with domineering power

Looking forward to it.

He was obviously a big goose, but there was indescribable hope in his eyes.

"Emergency food?"

Xu Anshan glanced at him with interest.

【Angzi】

[Talent]: Divine Water

[Realm]: Holy level three realms

……

"That's a good suggestion!" Jiang Daoli, whose hands were stained with oil, took out a handkerchief from his ring and wiped it gently. "There is emergency food, so we won't worry about running out of food."

"Yes yes yes!"

Hearing this, Angzi felt so excited. However, when he turned around and saw the speaker...

???

Isn’t this the one who is trying to pick on him?

Never thought.

It was actually him who would intercede for him.

"You're quite a nice person."

Angzi looked at Jiang Daoli with grateful eyes, and Xu Anshan, who was sitting next to him, burst into laughter without holding back.

"Dude~"

"He pulled the hair off of you, and it's still bleeding!"

What's the situation?

I am also grateful to Lao Jiang.

How did you get caught here? Who is the water in the pot for? Brother, you don't remember at all.

Isn't this just Stockholm Syndrome?

As everyone knows...

Don't these men know? Can he forget the pain when his hair is shaved off?

The problem is, saving your life is the most important thing.

It was quite unlucky for him to meet such a few people.

He stretched out his hand and pressed it.

Looking back on those days, Brother Angzi was also a tyrant in this world.

Right now, the only option is to become a grandson first and then a father.

Angzi admits it!

"Harm~"

Angzi, who looked free and easy, waved his hand.

"Boys~"

"We are not familiar with each other at the beginning, so we can understand a little friction and situations."

"Why don't you just shave off some hair?"

"It's almost winter. How about making a down jacket from your goose down?"

"understand!"

"I, Angzi, have never been a goose for doing things. It's fate that our brothers can meet here. It's a fate destined by God. Let's take it easy, brothers, and we'll be fine as soon as we can see each other!"

ok~

Still a social goose!

"Okay, you said so, so I'll leave you to make emergency food."

Xu Anshan smiled and made the final decision.

Three realms!

Making emergency food is really rare.

"Thank you, thank you brother, thank you for the organization's trust in me. I will definitely live up to your high expectations for Ang Zi. Just look at it!"

Angzi excitedly stretched out his arms to shake hands.

Bare.

Not a single hair.

There was still undried blood on it, so one could imagine what kind of unkind treatment he had received not long ago.

Even so, he was still grateful.

"Quite good at it." Jiang Daoli laughed from the side.

Half an hour passed quietly.

A huge leg of lamb was eaten clean by several people. Liu Qingshan patted his belly with eyes filled with contentment, put one hand on the ground and burped.

“I’m a little underfed!”

"If you want shame, it depends on how much you eat!" Jiang Daoli glanced at him angrily, "A leg of lamb, Lao Xu and I haven't even eaten a few bites, you are like that pig who has just been reincarnated by the hyena. Yes, huh, huh, huh, this is a pause."

While speaking, Jiang Daoli tilted his head again and said with bright eyes.

"Old Xu."

"Don't you Wanjian Sect give people food? I see you have a lot of land planted under that hilltop."

"Stop talking about my brother!"

Unexpectedly, before Xu Anshan could say anything, Liu Qingshan jumped out.

"It's my business whether I can eat it."

"It has nothing to do with my brother. I only represent myself and not the Wanjian Sect. Why are you pouring dirty water on our sect!"

"You can really maintain it." Jiang Daoli smiled and shook his head.

When it comes to maintaining the sect, no one in the entire Wanjian Sect has done a better job than Liu Qingshan.

His characteristics are all noted.

There is some absolute enthusiasm for the sect.

"Old Liu is like this." Xu Anshan responded casually, looking at the big pit in the distance.

"Master Kanyu, we've had our fill of wine and food, please give me an explanation."

"Correct!"

Suddenly, Liu Qingshan stood up from the ground suddenly, his bright eyes widening.

"Give me an explanation!"

"You didn't say that the tomb is like this. What do you say now, where is the tomb?"

"Let me dig slowly with a shovel."

"How long do I have to dig?"

"If your professional skills are not good enough, why don't you just say, treat me like a stupid boy?"

Send the little boy down.

Almost everything within a radius of ten miles was razed to the ground, and the pit was even bottomless.

Rather...

Jianjiu's tomb is still missing.

If he had to dig with a shovel, Liu Qingshan would not be able to reach this level even if he dug for two months.

"It shouldn't be!"

Mei Xingxing held a small compass in her hand to check the direction.

"It's right here!"

"There shouldn't be a problem. According to the display on my compass, it's right here."

"The error will not exceed ten miles."

"Come on!" Liu Qingshan sneered coldly, "Isn't this range enough for your margin of error?"

Being questioned like this, Mei Xingren did not dare to reply.

The problem does lie with him.

There shouldn't be such a big problem with his publicity skills, but judging from the results...

"Is it possible that you were blown to ashes?"

"Hold on, Lao Deng, you really do whatever it takes to shirk responsibility!" Liu Qingshan's eyes widened and he shouted, "It's my problem now. The owner of our living tomb this time is an ancient saint, right?"

"Not really, but he still has that strength."

"Yup!"

Liu Qingshan spread his hands.

"In this case, the tomb of such a person can be blown to ashes. Is it because I think too highly of the Ancient Saint or you guys look down on the Ancient Saint too much."

"Is your magic weapon a serious magic weapon?"

Mei Xinxing stared and said, "Old Jiang's big black pot can scare you out of a hole. Whose tomb can be as strong as Old Jiang's black pot?"

"I……"

In an instant, Liu Qingshan was speechless. It wasn't that he recognized how strong Lao Jiang's pot was. The main reason was that it was his fault that the pot exploded, and he had no shame in making excuses.

It couldn't be done, he said Lao Jiang's pot was wrong.

During this period, Angzi, who was squatting not far away and chewing on the bones of the mutton leg, had been silently listening to the conversation of several people.

grave?

After pondering for a long time, Angzi suddenly coughed slightly and came forward.

"Brothers..."

"I'm taking the liberty of asking. Of course I didn't eavesdrop on purpose. It was because your voices were really loud, so I heard part of it."

"The tomb you just mentioned."

"Is there a sword cultivator's tomb buried in it?"

In an instant, everyone stared sideways.

"you know?"

Mei's humanity is even more eager.

"Is this really a sword cultivator?"

He urgently needs to be affirmed now, otherwise it will seem that there is something really wrong with his public opinion and he will seem very unprofessional.

"It was indeed buried!"

Angzi nodded slightly when he heard this, "A long time ago, at least two thousand years ago, this tomb was moved."

"Move it?"

Hearing this, everyone in front of the bonfire was stunned, and Xu Anshan even asked in a deep voice.

"Who moved it? Do you have any impression?"