Chapter 619 Uncle Vs. Niece (Second Update in 2.19)

Fan, the elder of the clan who had already had his skin peeled off: "..."

They all took a step back and shook their heads crazily.

It was only then that Fan Yao discovered that many people were not in the right state. Their clothes were in tatters, their faces were a little dark, and even their hair seemed to be different from usual.

He couldn't help but look at them suspiciously, and said uncertainly: "The outside world has begun to popularize the non-mainstream trend of killing Matt, and we, the Sanskrit tribe, have also followed suit?"

Everyone: "..."

So many years have passed, and he has been the clan leader for nearly nineteen years. Why can't he make any progress at all?

This is too poisonous!

As soon as Fan Yao finished speaking, he realized that he was off topic. He quickly brought the topic back and asked again: "Say! Why did you bully my sister again!"

Fan Jingyun felt tired and warm at the same time. He reached out and tugged on Fan Yao's sleeves and said, "They didn't bully me."

Before Fan Yao could speak, he followed up and said, "It's not too late yet."

Fan Yao looked unbelieving.

It has been more than an hour since he noticed the power of the Holy Blood. Just now he saw the Brahma Mirror Ancient Lei...

Thinking of this, Fan Yao suddenly reacted and looked at Fan You and others again: "So it was you who were struck by those ancient thunders just now?"

Everyone said again: "..."

Dear, don't mention this, we are still good relatives.

They didn't even need to answer. Fan Yao knew the answer just by looking at Fanyou's face, which was uglier than eating shit. He immediately burst into laughter, gloating while laughing: "Yes!"

"I left you idle all day long talking about clan rules and bloodlines, thinking about bullying my Ayun, and plotting to find my niece. You must have been struck by lightning now!"

"Why don't I chop you to death?!"

Everyone's faces turned darker.

Seeing that Fanjing Gulei could hardly suppress everyone's anger, Fantian, who finally came to his senses, quickly stepped forward and gave Fanyao a slap on the head, scolding: "Shut up!"

He tilted his head slightly and lowered his voice and said, "Fan Yao, you're almost done. If you're really worried, they'll be in trouble again."

"It doesn't matter if you break the jar, but Ayun and Xi'er are different from you!"

Warned: "Don't cause trouble for your sister and niece!"

Fan Yao looked confused: "Niece?"

Brahma was also speechless at his stupid son. He sighed and turned sideways, raising his chin in the direction of Xie Xihe: "Well, what about that."

Xie Xihe's eyelids jumped to the present, and now he jumped even more when he was facing Fan Yao. He reluctantly smiled and introduced himself: "This is the first time we meet. I am Xie Xihe."

Fan Yao: "!!!"

He let go of Fan Jingyun and rushed towards Xie Xihe, but this time he failed and Xie Xihe avoided it.

Fan Yao didn't care, grabbed Xie Xihe's arm, and said with tears in his eyes: "Niece, I finally got to see you! I miss my uncle so much!"

The bronze mirror still hanging in mid-air flickered twice uncontrollably, and there was a hint of lightning condensing.

When everyone noticed it, they immediately became energetic and looked at the bronze mirror with bright eyes.

But the facts disappointed them again.

Xie Xihe glanced at it lightly, and the bronze mirror disappeared instantly as if it had encountered a natural enemy.

The lightning that had just been condensed dissipated, and finally even the light shrank, and it staggered down from the sky, landing quite accurately on Xie Xihe's hand.

Xie Xihe raised his eyebrows and grabbed it without any politeness.

The bronze mirror swayed slightly, the intimate joy visible to the naked eye.

Fanyou opened his mouth, but swallowed the words once they reached his lips. His face was no longer as gentle as before, and was so dark that it was almost dripping with water.

Fan Yao was stunned for ten seconds before he came back to his senses. He pointed at Xie Xihe's bronze mirror with trembling fingers: "It, it, it, it..."

Xie Xihe said "Oh", first used a little force to free his wrist from his hand, and then said: "Maybe it likes me better, so it wants to follow me."

Fan Yao was stunned again, but quickly accepted Xie Xihe's explanation: "That should be it."

He said happily: "Yes, my niece is so beautiful and cute. Everyone loves her. Flowers bloom when she sees her. Wild boars scream when they see her. It's normal for this bronze mirror to like you."

Xie Xihe: "..."

Although, my eyelids twitched even more.

Xie Xihe felt that she might have a heart attack if she continued chatting with this uncle, so she immediately changed the subject and said, "What is uncle doing? Why are you here now?"

Fan Yao suddenly slapped his forehead hard and thought of another thing.

He performed a Sichuan Opera face change on the spot, and said with a gloomy face: "Bring the person up!"

Everyone looked behind subconsciously, not knowing what they saw. Their eyes suddenly widened, their faces were filled with shock and disbelief, and they reflexively stepped back.

This retreat made way for a path in the middle, revealing the scene behind.

I saw two men wearing Sanskrit escorts carrying a stretcher standing not far from the crowd. There was a person lying on the stretcher... It should, maybe, probably be a person, right?

No wonder everyone has such doubts. In fact, apart from his body shape, the whole body of that man no longer looks very human.

His hand tendons and hamstrings were severed, and his limbs were hanging limply.

I don't know whether the joints were removed or broken, and every limb was twisted in extremely strange postures.

There were burnt black wounds all over his body, and the burn marks were connected into one piece. There was almost no good piece of meat larger than the size of a palm.

His hair was scattered, and there were two wounds on his face. His true appearance was no longer visible.

This can still be seen at a glance.

If you look more carefully, you will find that the nails on this man's hands and feet have been pulled out by the roots, every finger and toe is broken, and the space between his legs is a bloody mess, which is too horrible to look at.

Not to mention other people, even Xie Xihe, who personally tortured people like this, looked surprised.

After the accident, he looked towards Fan Yao beside him and looked at him with slightly narrowed eyes.

After a moment, the corners of his lips curved into an interesting smile.

Fan Yao didn't pay attention. After carrying the stretcher up with his men, he pointed at the people on it and said, "Do you know who this is?"

Everyone shook their heads, and only Fanyou vaguely guessed it.

He tightened his hands unconsciously and said in a tight voice: "Look, the direction the clan leader is coming is towards the forbidden area. Did he just come from the forbidden area?"

Fan Yao's eyes flashed with sarcasm, and he admitted without hesitation: "Not bad."

Fanyou's heartstrings tightened even more: "Then I wonder if the patriarch has seen Fanmin?"

"The forbidden area was broken into before, and Fanmin went to look for someone. Half a day has passed and he hasn't turned around. I don't know if he is in trouble."

Fan Yao finally couldn't help laughing and said sarcastically: "Aren't you tired of pretending every day, Fan Yao?"

He casually kicked the person on the stretcher and said casually: "Well, isn't this Fan Min? The old man from the second tribe and the old man from the third tribe have always been close to each other, but they didn't recognize him?"

See you tomorrow, good night~