Dragon King Hall

Chapter 1980 Let's talk about conditions

"You two, who won the drumstick?"

At this time, I saw Zhao Ji flying lazily into mid-air.

"You didn't talk about persuading the two of them, but instead added fuel and vinegar to fan the flames!" Henry Zhang was speechless.

"Who made the Hongzu so stingy, and only gave them twenty chicken legs for a meal!" Zhao Ji laughed.

"Twenty chicken legs per person is too little?" Henry Zhang shook his head helplessly.

"Henry Zhang, how do you feel? Are you in good health?" Priest Yingyu ignored the others, but looked at Henry Zhang.

"I'm fine"

Henry Zhang looked at the statue of the goddess on the square, staring and thinking, "This, is your saint?"

In fact, Henry Zhang had noticed the statue of the goddess long ago.

He found that the appearance of the statue of the goddess was so refined and magnificent that it was almost exactly the same as Sylvia Lin!
The only difference is that on the back of the statue of the goddess, there are a pair of colorful wings.

However, the wings are tucked away, and it looks like a multicolored dress.

"That's right! She is the sage of our Hong clan, and she opened up this Great Thousand Realm!" Priest Yingyu said.

"What? He opened up this Great Thousand Realm?"

Henry Zhang was a little surprised.

Is my own wife so awesome?

"That's right! This Great Thousand Realm was originally a piece of chaos. Our Hong Clan saints came here to split the Hongmeng and nurture all things. Gradually, there are people, monks, and three dynasties!" Priest Yingyu sighed.

"Then why did she come here?" Henry Zhang asked curiously again.

"Not to be said."

“Then take me to see her!” Henry Zhang sighed.

"How do you know that the saint has arrived at Hongshan?" Priest Yingyu asked in surprise.

"I know far more than you think!" Henry Zhang's mouth curved slightly.

"Okay, come with me."

Priest Yingyu took Henry Zhang to a palace in the platform square.

These palaces are extremely simple and do not have any magnificent decorations.

Even the roof is paved with feathers.

However, these palaces are very large and look magnificent!

Walking into the deepest part of the palace, there is an altar.

Sitting upright on the altar is the magnificent Sylvia Lin!

"Wife!"

Henry Zhang flew over, wanting to hug Sylvia Lin!

"Buzz!"

An invisible force directly sent Henry Zhang flying and fell to the ground.

"Don't be disrespectful to the saints!"

A majestic voice sounded.

However, an old man with clear eyes, white hair and white eyebrows walked out from the side of the altar.

"The High Priest!"

All the people of the Hong clan bowed and saluted.

It seems that this old man is currently the highest-ranking high priest of the Hong Clan!
"What disrespect! She is my wife. I can hug and kiss whenever I want. Can you control me?"

Henry Zhang jumped up from the ground and walked towards the altar again.

When he got to the altar, that mysterious invisible force blocked him again.

However, Henry Zhang’s speed was very slow this time, so he was not blown away.

"He is your wife in the land of the ancestors, but now on the Hongshan Mountain, he is our saint, you must not desecrate him!" the high priest said coldly.

"Profanity? In the land of the ancestors, she is my wife. We sleep in the same bed every day. You said, I desecrated her?" Henry Zhang sneered.

"you"

The face of the high priest suddenly became as cold as ice.

In the room, you could hear a needle drop.

"You all go out!"

The high priest waved his hand, as if he was afraid that if Henry Zhang said anything about Sylvia Lin, it would embarrass the people of the Hong family.

Everyone retreated.

Only the baby god is still flying beside Henry Zhang.

"Xiaobao, look, that is the serious mother!" Henry Zhang pointed to Sylvia Lin on the altar and sighed, "He used to have wings just like you!"

"Yeah!"

The baby god flew over excitedly, but was also blocked by that invisible force.

"The sage is pure and pure, and he is the highest existence in all the spaces throughout the ages. How dare you be so presumptuous!" The high priest's face was frosty.

"All I know is that she is my wife, and now you have caught her!"

Henry Zhang looked at the high priest coldly, "You better let her go, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"

"We didn't catch her, but we were protecting her, preparing to let her awaken her bloodline and restore her past memories and supernatural powers!"

"Then after she wakes up, does she still retain the memory about me?" Henry Zhang frowned.

"Of course I keep it! As long as the saint awakens, he will keep all the memories of reincarnation!"

"All? Then I am not the only one?" Henry Zhang stared.

"That's right! After the saint is awakened, you are just a passer-by in his life!" The high priest paused, "So, you'd better stop saying that the saint is your wife, lest the saint be angry after awakening!"

"Passing passerby? Cut, then I would rather not let him wake up!"

Henry Zhang looked at the altar, that beautiful face that made people feel distressed.

Sylvia Lin closed her eyes, sitting cross-legged, dignified and holy, as if she had no idea what was going on around her.

"Do you think that without you, we would not be able to awaken the saint?"

"If you have a way to make her wake up, you won't bother to go to Dragon Valley to save me!"

Henry Zhang dug his ears, sat on the futon beside him unceremoniously, picked up the purple sand teapot on the short table, and poured himself a cup of tea.

"you"

The High Priest's face became increasingly ugly.

Henry Zhang sipped his tea lazily, "Your tea is good, but unfortunately, there is no pastry, my son is hungry."

"Yeah"

The baby god flew down on the low table, and seeing that there was nothing to eat, he opened the teapot, reached out and scooped up the tea leaves, threw them into his mouth and chewed.

On the low table, the tea was dripping.

The high priest frowned as he watched the brat scooping tea from his teapot.

He stroked the sleeve of his robe, and saw, on the short table, a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake appeared out of thin air.

"Yeah!"

Shenying picked up the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, took one bite at a time, and then wiped out the sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

He raised the plate again, "bajibaji", licking the osmanthus cake foam on it.

"Humph!"

The high priest snorted softly, and had no choice but to stroke the sleeve of his robe again.

On the low table, two plates of pastries appeared out of thin air.

"Yeah!!"

The baby god screamed happily, picked up the plate, and started eating again.

"Let's talk about the terms!"

The high priest sat on the futon opposite Henry Zhang.

"No talk."

Henry Zhang also picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and lazily put it in his mouth.

"You! Are you not afraid of death?"

In the eyes of the high priest, there was a flash of coldness!
"die?"

Henry Zhang said with a smile: "If I die, your saints will never survive. Not only do you dare not kill me, I am afraid, you have to protect me!"

"you"

The high priest was too angry to speak.

(End of this chapter)