Chapter 1733

"Look, is that what a qualified patriarch said?"?! If we say that we should put down the stall, we should not pay attention to the responsibility and obligation of the clan. "

Cang Fu's clapping of the armrest and the deafening cry reverberated in the whole conference hall. A thin yellow robed elder with a hesitant face came up to him and said in a cautious tone: "elder brother, I'd like to invite the Lord Cangqing back, or the ancestor will blame him."

When Cang Fu heard the words, he glanced at Cang Ji with no breath? Even if Laozu blames us the most, we will be punished with some salary. He is so great that he goes to the isolated island to shut up. But he is so clear? You can't get away with a charge of bad management. Don't be afraid. If something goes wrong, I'll bear it! "

Although Cang Fu's words were blunt, he was very tolerant to his younger brother, and even mixed with the doting of his elder brother. He patted Cang Ji on the shoulder comfortingly, stood up from the wooden chair and left the hall with his hands on his back, while the remaining ten elders looked at each other and scattered without much words.

After the elder left, the most numerous disciples in the hall immediately began to chirp, and their faces were more or less happy.

It's one tenth of a probability that most of the inner disciples who are selected to go to the alien world are dead and lifeless. Now, with the development of this situation, they say that they are not happy.

Cang Rulong sat back on the chair like a dreamer, listening to the noisy words in his ears, his brow slightly wrinkled. In fact, when things got to this point, his position was the most embarrassing.

In his heart, he could not help but complain about his father. His father took off the position of suzerain leader. Isn't his identity as a little suzerain leader a big joke?!

With a lot of thoughts, he went back to a small courtyard with elegant construction and flowing water. Wearing a luxurious brocade sleeve skirt and a fresh and chic bun, Liu Yin pinched her waist with a happy smile, kneaded her stomach with the other hand, and walked out of the house with the help of a servant girl.

She looked at the green dragon, a sad face, a happy smile on her pretty face faded by three points, a pair of black eyebrows seemed to be frowning, a little worried in her eyes. She straightened the corner of the Taoist robe with some creases for him, and said softly: "is there something difficult for my husband... Can you tell me?"

Liu Yin waved her hand to the maid she was supporting and motioned her to step back. She walked to the wooden table and chair beside the pond in the courtyard with her arm as black as a dragon.

She sat down carefully. Her snow-white catkin picked up the purple clay teapot and poured a cup of hot tea full of tea fragrance for Cang Rulong. Cang Rulong took the tea cup, looked at Liu Yin's eyes like autumn water, sighed in a sad voice, and told everything that happened in the conference hall.

I thought Liu Yin would sigh together after listening, but her frowning eyebrows spread out after listening, and a smile reappeared on her slightly sad face. She gently stroked the face like a dragon, and then gave a little smile. She pointed his eyebrows with her white fingers.

"My husband, you are so stupid that you can't see your father's intention? He doesn't want you to go to another world to die, so he's impulsive. He still loves you more than the only son of the patriarch. "

Cang Rulong felt a shock all over his body. He was really fascinated by the players. At this time, he was told by Liu Yin. Then he recalled his father's words and deeds in the conference hall. Suddenly, many ideas came out of his mind in a flash. Maybe my father is playing the next game of chess!