Chapter 1238 I have a showdown
"Uncle, what happened to your face? Where did you lose it?"
The Arhat holding a bowl is an Arhat with a golden body. Even if he is reincarnated, he will still come to this world with cheats.
He even crushed the golden body of Arhat. What kind of ruthless person must the other party be?
The alms-raising Arhat touched his face in annoyance. This time he was really embarrassed.
Such scars cannot be cured unless you go back to study.
"Hey, I was careless and bumped heads with Gonggong. I didn't expect him.
Hey, don't say anything. Why are your legs still gone? ”
Wow, do you still care about other people’s legs?
Moon looked at the Arhat holding a bowl as if he were a fool.
Has his brain been damaged by eating lama meat for so many years?
Gonggong could even knock down Buzhou Mountain, but you went to measure the hardness of his head?
Isn't this seeking death?
How confident do you have in the Arhat's golden body that you can do such an idiotic thing?
"Uncle, what about now?"
"Brother, why are you running?
I haven’t finished speaking just now.
Is your head okay?
I really didn't mean to, I just happened to bump into it.
It's hard to find a capable person, please work harder and send people like me away. ”
The sound came from far to near, and there was also the sound of wood rubbing against the ground.
Hearing this voice, the alms-raising arhat without hesitation took out Munn's teleportation talisman, and with a flash of white light, he ran away with Munn.
Cai Gen heard it and saw it. Did the Arhat run away like this?
Did you even take Moon with you?
It's nothing. If you don't have that ability, why are you here to be embarrassed?
Besides, I didn’t give myself a chance.
It seems that Maomao's matter will have to be postponed again.
"Damn it, why did you run away?
What to say, it’s really sad.
Damn it, this space is locked up.
It's all my procrastination, it's all my fault.
kindness? Another one from outside? ”
As the sound approached, a boat rowed in front of Cai Gen.
It looks like a ship and moves like a ship, but it is actually a tall red coffin.
A young man is sitting in a coffin, with his hands stretched out to support the ground, and he is rowing the coffin like a boat. This scene is a bit strange.
Cai Gen's first reaction was, is this a disabled person?
Wheelchair racing competitor?
Normally healthy people wouldn't have such a choice, right?
Why row with a coffin?
Can't you just walk out?
Then the second reaction was like a thunderbolt that hit Cai Gen's heart.
coffin.
Finally saw the coffin.
Things have finally entered a normal process, thank God.
Moreover, the coffin was brought over on its own initiative, which was so considerate.
Since he was the real owner, Cai Gen carefully looked at the young man in the coffin.
Even though he was a boy, he just looked young. Looking at the size of the coffin, the young man could stretch his arms out of the coffin when he was sitting. He was not four or five meters tall, so I'm afraid it would be more than that.
He has thick eyebrows, big eyes, a head full of red hair, fair skin, and not a trace of death.
If you don't look at the fiery red hair, she looks like a porcelain doll.
It's just that what he said was a bit vulgar and had nothing to do with children or anything.
Just as Cai Gen was about to reveal his identity, he felt darkness around him and many huge figures surrounding him.
It seems that the Arhat is running away, and these ancestral souls have broken free from their restraints.
The ninth sister was the first to swim over, and the water snake's waist was so swaying that Cai Gen felt dizzy.
"Gong Kanghui, you loser, did you let that bald donkey go?"
"Jiu Mei, please be respectful. Although Kang Hui is a waste, he is still the leader of the clan."
"Yeah, yeah, don't keep talking about him being a waste every day."
"You all shut up and stop making noises. Do you have to mention trash when you mention the clan leader?" "Oh, there are still outsiders here. Can you give some face to the trash patriarch?"
"What kind of outsiders are the descendants of Zhu Laoliu?"
"Why don't you come and meet our useless clan leader soon."
"Yeah, it's not easy to see. Our good-for-nothing clan leader usually hides his face with the coffin lid and is shy to see others. You are lucky today."
The more Cai Gen listened to him, the more he was dissatisfied. Is the leader of the ancestral witch clan so unprestige?
These tribesmen don’t have much respect.
Especially this relatively neutral name, Gong Kang Hui, is a bit earthy.
"Don't make any noise, brothers and sisters, I really admire you.
I'm a waste, that's fine.
I think the brother just now is not far away. If you look around, you might be able to find him. ”
This was obviously a temporary measure to deceive people. After hearing this, Cai Gen curled his lips unconsciously. Who could believe it?
Why do these ancestral souls just believe it?
They had originally formed a circle, but now they dispersed in all directions, looking for the alms-giving man very seriously.
Anyway, this space is really large. Even if the ancestral souls are spread out, they don’t seem to be crowded.
Seeing that the clan members had dispersed and were looking for fun, Gong Kanghui looked at Cai Gen.
"Brother, what do you call me? Are you a descendant of Zhu Laoliu?"
This question confused Cai Gen.
The form in front of me is very complicated, and there is something strange that cannot be explained.
How capable is this clan leader?
Is it really reliable to tell him that he is a god of suffering?
Isn't Tong Aijia trying to trick him?
Forget it, just follow the script.
See the coffin, identify yourself, and leave the rest to God.
Cai Gen slowly stood up with the help of many Mickeys.
Not to mention, Nunu's recovery ability is very strong. Although his whole body is still in unbearable pain at this time, he can already go to the ground.
"Well, hello, patriarch, I won't pretend anymore, I'm going to show my cards.
I am not a descendant of Zhu Laoliu, I am the god of suffering. ”
Cai Gen said the word "God of Bitterness" in a low voice. After all, he was still a little worried.
Gong Kanghui didn't seem to hear clearly. He stuck his head out of the coffin and got as close to Cai Gen as possible.
"Brother, what kind of god did you just say? I didn't hear clearly."
Cai Gen stood on tiptoes as much as possible, leaned over and still whispered.
"The god of bitterness, the god of bitterness, sweet, sour, spicy and salty."
This time, Gong Kanghui heard clearly. First his eyes widened, then he looked at Cai Gen with doubt, and then patted the coffin board.
"Why did you come here?
How many years have I been waiting for you? ”
Due to excitement, he failed to control the volume of the first sentence, which made Gong Kanghui cover his mouth in fright.
The second half of the sentence was also said in a lowered voice.
Therefore, the current scene is a bit like a secret agent meeting and exchanging secret codes. Both parties are cautious for fear of leaking the news.
"No, why didn't the smelly cook come?
Are you an awakened god of suffering? ”
This guy is in the coffin, and he probably doesn't have a clear mind because he's holding it in. He made it very clear just now.
Cai Gen decided not to repeat it again and nodded heavily.
After receiving the affirmative answer, Gong Kanghui held his head with both hands and was very upset.
“Oh my God, it’s over.
It seems that this phase of the project failed and it was all in vain.
Hey, it’s true, there’s nothing that can’t be messed up.
It’s so frustrating that I also contributed. ”
(End of chapter)