Supreme God Emperor

Happy Saint Ruins.

Wild tribe.

Great desert city, secret territory.

The land of the desolate race showed a sense of depression everywhere, the mountains were bare, and the land was vast.

But in the barrenness and depression, there is a different kind of vitality.

At this time, a figure was walking in a long ancient road in the Secret Realm of the Desolate Race.

This person is sturdy in stature, restrained in temperament, and looks like he has thick eyebrows and big eyes, but more of it has a somewhat simple and honest feeling.

The appearance is not simple, the shape is simple!

At this time, the man walked step by step to the end of the ancient road and came into a valley.

In the valley full of land, there are sowing rice fields, grain rice, etc. everywhere.

It's like a farmer's garden.

The man has just stepped into the valley.

"roll roll roll!"

An impatient curse sounded, and he shouted: "I stepped on a grain of corn, and crushed an egg!"

"Uncle Seventeen, it's me..."

Huang Yifan stood at the valley mouth of the valley at this time, smiling helplessly, arching his hands.

"What's the matter with you? If you step on it, you still pinch!"

Hearing this, Huang Yifan was full of spirits and cautiously entered the valley.

I saw an old man in the rice field, dressed in a fur coat, rolled up his trousers, and stepped on the mud with his bare feet, facing the loess with his back turned into the sky.

"Uncle Seventeen, the army has already started. Some rushed to the north to meet the Chu clan, and some rushed to the east to join the Ye clan... I'll talk to you..."

"understood."

The old man turned his back to Huang Yifan, a little old man, looking at the rice field.

"Uncle Seventeen, are you still angry?"

Huang Yifan couldn't help but tentatively said.

"I'm angry for a fart? I won't let you send troops, would you like it?"

The old man got up suddenly, with big eyes like copper bells, staring at Huang Yifan sternly, cursing: "Your father died early, you are the one who **** him..."

"Uncle Seventeen..." Huang Yifan scratched his head and said: "You fed me like this when you were a kid..."

"piss off."

The old man scolded and said: "I told you not to participate in the war, your eleventh uncle let you participate in the war, you hit it off with him, you are insatiable, playing with Mu Qingyu's boy, have you ever played with others?"

Huang Yifan scratched his head again, looking embarrassed.

"Mu Qingyu, that person, you just pull your large intestines and small intestines together for ten times, and you can't be as careful as others. If they don't play with you, you can't play with them."

"Uncle Seventeen..."

Huang Yifan said helplessly: "Qingyu won't cheat me."

"fart."

Huang Shiqi cursed: "He doesn't even know if he can beat Di Ming and take you with him. What is it for you?"

"He is my friend, brother..." Huang Yifan said again: "He has saved me thirteen times..."

"So you are stupid, you are stupid, you are stupid, it is a routine of your favor!"

Huang Yifan murmured: "Then he can't use his own life as a trick to me..."

"you……"

"Uncle Seventeen, this is not what I agree with alone. Uncle Eleven told me that Mu Yun is his beloved disciple. His beloved disciple is dead, and his disciple and grandson can't die..."

"Your Eleventh Uncle is a shit? Over the years, he has been blindly trying to figure out, why is he not even an emperor, an idiot!"

"Old seventeen, are you just behind my back, telling the child bad things about me?" A leisurely voice suddenly sounded.

At the end of the day, Huang Shichi fell to the ground with one butt, kneeled in the rice field with a puff, and bowed his head and said, "Brother Eleven, no, I'm talking nonsense..."

However, after a long while, there was no sound.

Huang Shiqi raised his head, only to see Huang Shiyi's figure.

"Uncle Seventeen, you..."

Huang Yifan smiled at this time, and slowly said: "Uncle Eleven hasn't come yet, he asked someone to send an image of himself, let me bring you..."

Huang Yifan said, taking out a sapphire-colored bead, the size of a palm.

The beads flashed and radiated radiantly, and saw Huang eleven figure walking out of the beads.

"Asshole, you are fat, dare you play with me?"

Huang Shiqi was furious at the time, grabbed a handful of mud in his palm, and instantly came to Huang Yifan and slapped him.

Huang Yifan wanted to hide.

But can't hide it!

A muddy face, lined up on his face, entered his mouth.

Huang Yifan's whole person was suddenly embarrassed.

"Asshole stuff, play with me?"

Huang Shichi cursed.

"alright, alright."

The illusory figure that came out of the bead was Huang Eleven. At this moment, he said: "What are you vying with the child? You scold me, I have heard it, and I will ask you to settle the account next time I meet."

Huang Yifan stripped away the dirt on his face and hurriedly stepped aside.

Regardless of how Uncle Seventeen is bluffing every day, when Uncle Eleven is met, it means that the mouse sees the cat and doesn't have a **** temper.

"Eleven brother, I..."

"Why? Not satisfied?"

Huang 11 looked towards Huang 17 and slowly said: "The chaos is approaching, the Huang Clan should participate in the war or the war."

"Ye Xiaoyao had a great kindness to my deserted clan in the past years, and he was sentimental and reasonable. We can't stand by the side of the emperor's family."

Huang Shiqi whispered: "Then we are doing our lives for the Ye Clan again..."

"You kid, know a fart."

Huang Shixi Xuying wanted to squeeze Huang Shishi’s head, but he grabbed a blank, coughed, and stood with his hand holding his hand: "This Canglan, either surnamed the emperor, or surnamed Mu, is the glory of the Ye Clan. It has already passed. Let us focus on the future. The next bet is whether the emperor’s family wins or the shepherd’s family wins!"

"The bet is right, the desert clan rises."

"You made a wrong bet, and the Huang Clan is destroyed."

"It's that simple."

Huang eleven sighed and said: "Back then, we had some brothers, the eldest to the ninth, which one did not die in the hands of the emperor, it is impossible to help the emperor, and to help the emperor to fight the emperor is also regarded as revenge for our brothers."

The desert clan was also very powerful before.

Although it is unknown, it is coming soon.

There are more than 20 brothers in Huang 11 and Huang 17 in the same line, and now there are only two of them left.

Most of them died in the hands of the emperor's family, so the Ye Clan rises, and the Huang Clan will return to the Ye Clan.

"The hatred back then, can't be forgotten."

Huang eleven slowly said: "Otherwise...what's the point of surviving you and me?"

Hearing this, Huang Shiqi was silent.

"correct!"

Huang 11 said again: "This time, you should be careful, saying that there is no chance that you will be able to impact the subsequent realm..."

"Um?"

Seeing Huang Shiqi stunned, Huang Shiyi patted his head, and slapped his head again, before he cursed: "Stupid, sluggish, that Mu Yun is not an ordinary person, I probably know a little bit about the fate of the nine-fed emperor. Anyway, get closer to him!"

Hearing this, Huang Shiqi's eyes widened.

"Okay, there is nothing else to do, stabilize the heart of the people, prepare to prepare, I will be here soon, when the time is... hehe..."

Huang eleven words fell, showing a sneer.

With Huangxi's figure disappeared.

Huang Shiqi has been silent for a long time.

"Uncle Seventeen..."

"piss off!"

Huang Shiqi cursed and said: "Oh, you Yi Fan, dare to yin on me? I remember, I urinate..."

"Uncle Seventeen, I'm leaving first."

Huang Yifan didn't finish talking about it, Huang Yifan ran away in a hurry.

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