My sister is Daji

Chapter 210

The original name of the person in the golden altar was Luotuo Gousheng. After becoming a person in the golden altar, he was in charge of the property in the altar, so he changed his name to Luotuojin.

But in fact, he is still inferior, and has a bad habit of gambling. A few days ago, he went to a small town in the desert to gamble, and gambled all the money in the altar.

In the past, when King Sand was still there, Xuanwutan often did evil in the Quicksand Desert.

After his death, the generals in the altar were transferred away again, and the rest were a group of low-level waste materials.

Because of his weak cultivation, he was worried that he would be watched by practitioners, so he never dared to do evil again. Even if he went to the town to buy some food and grass, he would turn into a human form and trade with money. These days, nothing happened.

But Luotuojin lost all the money, and the altar fell into an economic crisis, and because there was no money to buy food, these monsters could not grow food, and then fell into a food crisis.

The cactus spirit and poplar spirit ventured to Stone City to steal things, so to speak, just to fill their stomachs.

After hearing what happened to them, Jiang Yi couldn't help sighing: This is simply the worst monster in the world.

Shu Laomu, the man on the wooden altar, is a wood and a muscle, because he lost a fight with other sect monsters and his leg was broken. These days, he has been holding a residual job, waiting for Jiang Yi to resign.

Seeing Jiang Yi at this time, the old tears said: "I'm back, I feel it, all of them are back."

"What's back?" Jiang Yi was at a loss.

Shulaomu said eloquently: "The luck of my Xuanwu altar, I believe that as long as the Xuanwu envoy is here, our Xuanwu altar will definitely be able to make a comeback."

Jiang Yi looked at his hands excitedly and said: "Okay, as long as we work together, we will definitely make the Xuanwu Altar come back."

But Shu Laomu said: "No, my arm is broken, I can no longer join hands with Xuanwu envoy, please remove my position as the wooden altar envoy."

Uh……

Jiang Yi cursed inwardly: You fucking resigned yourself, and you still talk to me about luck.

The shapes of the toad on the water altar and the fire frog on the fire altar were even more incomprehensible to Jiang Yi. The two demons each bit each other's legs and would not let go.

"You two are... what strange way are you practicing?" Jiang Yi asked dumbfounded.

The two monsters bit their legs in their mouths, and it was inconvenient to talk. The cactus spirit explained: "The two of them had a quarrel a few days ago, and they bit each other, and neither of them would let go. This posture has been going on for more than ten days."

"This……"

Apart from sighing, what else can Jiang Yi say.

Jiang Yi said helplessly: "Golden wood, water and fire, there should be an earth altar, why is there no one?"

The cactus spirit whispered in his ear: "Her husband ran away with his sister-in-law, and now she is depressed and her heart is as dry as a tree."

Jiang Yi lowered his head, and said casually, "Is his husband's surname Huang?"

"This... Xuanwu envoy actually knows this!" The cactus spirit admired Jiang Yi even more.

Right now, this Xuanwu altar is a complete mess.

Jiang Yi paced back and forth in the temple, thinking about what he should do.

At this time, a lizard spirit came up, took out half a piece of black steamed bun from his arms, and handed it to Jiang Yi: "Xuanwu envoy, you are here for the first time, and we have nothing to entertain you, this half piece of steamed bun Just give you a cushion."

"Yeah, we were supposed to clean up the dust for you, but now you have seen this in the altar. It's really... really hard to describe." Another aunt Liu said with a sigh.

There is also the little monster willow in her arms, and when she saw the steamed buns of the lizard spirit, she cried out, "I want, I want", and went to get it. Auntie monster Liu raised her hand and slapped her hard: "Bastard, Those are for Xuanwu envoys, you are not allowed to take them."

The little monster Liu wow cried.

"Is she hungry?" Jiang Yi asked with some distress.

Auntie Liu shook her head, "No, no, she's not hungry at all."

Little monster Liu cried out: "Mother, I'm starving to death. I've been eating poplar bark for a month. It's hard and hard to swallow. I really can't eat it anymore. I want to eat steamed buns."

"Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat all day long, and some things are good, but you are still picky eaters."

Aunt Wei Liu was about to smoke Xiao Guai Liu again, Jiang Yi hurriedly grabbed her hand, stopped her, and gave Xiao Guai Liu the steamed buns that the lizard spirit gave him.

Then a few monsters took out their treasured food that they had been reluctant to eat for more than half a month, and presented it to their new Xuanwu envoys, but they were all black steamed buns, rotten vegetable roots, and sour rice balls...

At this time, the monsters outside the door also came in, all of them in ragged clothes and dull eyes.

What kind of monsters are these? They are simply a group of beggars and refugees.

Before coming to Xuanwu Altar, he had no idea about it.

After coming here, he felt that this place is a group of monsters abandoned by Shiji.

The old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled, with low cultivation levels, made people see no hope at all.

In other words, these monsters can't threaten the righteous way at all.

If Yang Jian and the others found such a Xuanwu altar, they didn't need to use the cloud-piercing talisman to tell the heavenly venerables. Yang Jian could wipe them all out with a random move of "Three Talents Returning to Yuan".

Even, if they found the Xuanwu Altar later, these monsters might have starved to death.

Jiang Yi squeezed his fist.

He looked at the little monster Liu who was tearfully gnawing on the black steamed bun, and then at the other dozen or so young monsters, and a ray of kindness appeared in his heart.

Humans are born of human beings, demons are born of demons.

From a certain point of view, humans and demons are only different in race, and there is no complete distinction between good and evil.

If he showed up as a person of the righteous way, they would definitely attack him in groups, or... they would group up and run away.

But this time he appeared as a magician, and they treated him sincerely.

Not everyone who practices immortality is a good person, and not all people who practice magic are bad people.

If you choose different paths, you will regard the other party as a mortal enemy, and want to put the other party to death. Isn't this too narrow?

Thousands of thoughts flashed through Jiang Yi's mind. Looking at the earnest eyes of these monsters, he knew that they all expected his new Xuanwu Envoy to do something.

Don't say nonsense like a comeback, lead them to live first and then talk about it.

Under the red candle, the cold wind blows.

The temple was dimly lit.

Jiang Yi calmed down, and said loudly: "Before I came here, I had already received news that Zhengdao has sent a group of strong fighters to destroy the Xuanwu altar."

As soon as these words came out, all the monsters in the Xuanwu Altar suddenly let out a cry of surprise.

The house leak happened to rain overnight, and the ship was late and hit the wind again.

"This is the Xuanwu Altar that God is going to kill me." An old demon wailed first.

Immediately there were cries in the Xuanwu Altar, and all the monsters beat their chests and stomped their feet, yelling at God for being too ruthless, this is no way to survive.

"Don't cry!" Jiang Yi snapped.

For a moment, the Xuanwu altar became quiet.

Jiang Yi knew that these monsters were just a mess of loose sand. If he wanted them to escape from the quicksand desert this time, he had to make these monsters strictly disciplined, so he said: "At this critical moment, I decided to start the 'Wandering Xuanwu Altar' plan .”

All the monsters looked at each other, not understanding what Jiang Yi meant.

"In other words, if you want to survive, you must all obey me!"

　Thanks to drag racing month, F, the monthly pass that can't be disguised, and thanks to Dreams, 0937, WZY, Mu Chen, Vanilla of Chocolate, No Sky, No God, Invincible, Wu Jiong and other book friends for their support.

　　
　
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