After the Rebirth of the Unbeatable Queen

Yue Mobai immediately supported Yun Haochen towards the small couch, "Haochen! It's not me who said that with such a master on the stall, your life will be difficult in the future!"

Of course Yun Haochen knew, "It doesn't matter, he is also doing it for the good of Li'er."

Qian Jue saw that it was a little difficult for him to walk, but it seemed that Yun Yangzi had made a ruthless attack just now.

He couldn't help sighing and said, "You brat, if something like this happens again in the future, remember not to show your strength. The more you show your strength, the more immortal Venerable will compete, you know? Grandpa knows his temperament better than you."

After Yun Haochen got down on the ground, he immediately replied, "Remember, grandson, thank you grandpa."

Qian Jue walked over and began to apply medicine to the rear buttocks, but when they pulled their trousers open, Qian Jue and Yue Mobai couldn't hold back their eyes and twitched fiercely.

Yue Mobai suddenly wanted to laugh, "This...why is this swollen so big..."

Yun Haochen's face suddenly became embarrassed, "Mo Bai!"

Yue Mobai was shocked and immediately changed his mouth, "Cough cough! No, it's not big. It's very good, very good."

Qian Jue was calm, and while applying medicine to Yun Haochen, he said, "It will be a little painful, bear with it."

"It's okay, my grandson can bear it." Yun Haochen replied immediately.

However, just after the ointment was applied, the heart-piercing pain was really not ordinary. Even if his cultivation was already a god-level cultivation, the Dragon Battle Halberd was always a divine weapon.

Yun Haochen was really beaten in the buttocks in history, but Yun Yangzi really couldn't resist...

In order not to laugh out loud, Yue Mobai turned her head away quickly, walked to the window, and turned her eyes to the sacrificial altar.

There were already a lot of people outside the square. Unlike those competition venues, there were no viewing platforms here, and some were just sacrificial platforms.

Everyone is the same, standing in the square, can only look up at the sacrificial platform.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Amidst all the noise, the sound of drumming suddenly came to mind, and everyone stopped talking one after another and looked at the stage.

A middle-aged man in a white robe led two teams to the stage from the back.

"Look, the white messenger has come out!"

The white messenger's name is Bai Xuanwu. He is the person in charge of the temple in the main hall, and he is the person with the most voice except for Yan Xiuchen.

Seeing Bai Xuanwu come out, everyone immediately awe.

Bai Xuanwu's expression was indifferent, his eyes were cold, and he swept the people in the audience lightly, and then said: "Today, it is the sacrificial ceremony held every three years in the temple, and many people must have been looking forward to it for a long time."

After speaking, after a pause, Bai Xuanwu said again: "Before the sacrificial ceremony begins, this messenger has something to say."

The people in the audience were also curious and listened attentively.

Bai Xuanwu looked at the side of the front row under the stand, and then asked, "I think many people have heard about the Kasyapa Kingdom before, right?"

Hearing this, someone had already guessed what he was going to say, and immediately responded: "I know!"

"heard!"

Bai Xuanwu immediately said: "Well, since I heard about the incident back then, I must be very angry about some of the culprits."

When the voice fell, even someone responded loudly: "The white messenger is right! As the citizens of Kasyapa, we are ashamed of having such an emperor!"

"Yes! Shame!"

The people in the front row are the royal family of Kasyapa, headed by Li Chongming and Li Xu, and some concubines of the palace behind them, but at this moment, many of their heads are buried low, if There is a crack in the ground at the moment, maybe they will drill into it too.

Li Chongming is more calm. In his opinion, what should be faced must always be faced.