Chapter 273

"Don't say it. I just can't if I say no!"

Finally, after a lot of noise, the patriarch gave the final order and choice. The villagers were used to obeying the patriarch. The patriarch's words were like the words of the emperor or monarch in the outside world, with irresistible and negative. Even if they didn't want to, the villagers had to obey them. For nothing else, because he is the head of the clan.

The villagers' decision made an Hibiscus frown on one side. There was infinite irony and exclamation in her heart. Why such a pedantic and indomitable person could sit in the position of patriarch? What kind of idea was in the patriarch's heart? Facing the villagers in front of her, she only felt sad.

Compared with the displeasure and loss in an Hibiscus' heart, Jun Lin was much more indifferent. When the natural disaster came, he didn't worry that the patriarch would refuse again. This man, sometimes it happened to him that he knew how terrible death was.

Of course, junlintian also knows what is in his mind. In order not to let her think again, she hugs an mujin who is standing beside her. She hugged her tightly and lowered her head slightly. Her voice was as clear as a feather and swept in her ear: "don't worry, you are here."

This is a short sentence, but it's really comfortable to stop in an Hibiscus' heart. He deserves to be him. He knows what he's thinking too well. Only he can understand her so well in this world.

People looked at the changes in the sky, the heart of whiteboard worry, not long after standing, then suddenly a gust of wind.

Wind crazy blowing hanging, rolling up the dust and fallen leaves on the ground, whistling, sweeping, unbridled. It's hard to hear what the other party is saying in the noise of the strong wind. The only thing you can hear is the roar of the strong wind and the clatter of the leaves.

The big trees are constantly swaying by the strong wind, and the dust and sand all over the sky have made people unable to open their eyes. Whether it is clothes or hair, it has become messy. Such a wind is like a warning before death, with the breath of infinite killing and death.

An Mu Jin was hugged by Jun Lintian. She had buried her face in his chest, but she couldn't escape the strong wind. Three thousand green silk were flying in disorder, so were her clothes and train.

Seeing an Mu Jin's appearance, how could Jun Lin Tian have the heart to let an Mu Jin be so embarrassed? Then he pulled out a border and took the strong wind outside. They were no longer affected.

This kind of wind almost blew for half an hour. During this half an hour, the villagers urged their Patriarchs to agree to trade with Jun Lintian for the peace of the whole village. However, no matter what they say, even if they wear their lips, there is no way. If they don't agree, they will always refuse. The patriarch stands straight in the same place, facing the strong wind, he seems to be fearless.

The wind continued to hang, the back is always to come, with a flash of lightning from the dark clouds in the sky, heavy rain pouring down, mixed with hail crackling down.

Crazy rain, merciless hail hit the ground, but also hit the people, the people helplessly running on the ground, they hold their heads to escape, just want to find a shelter, let themselves escape this disaster.

Some people run under the big trees, some hide under the eaves, and some break into other people's houses directly. However, these are only thatched cottages. How long can they withstand hail.

The strong wind, mixed with rain and hail, continued to blow and hang, which made it harder for the villagers to run around because of the resistance of the wind. Some of them had been hit on their arms, some on their feet, and some on their heads. They fell on the ground one after another, howling, and the direct blood dripping on their heads, lying on the ground.

Seeing such a scene, the patriarch has no way to adhere to the principle of directness. Maybe it is the best policy to keep their whole village.

"Well, I promise you! I'll give you the sweet clover, and you'll stop this natural disaster! "

With the roaring of the wind, the dripping of the rain, the merciless of the hail, and the mixed voice, the clan leader exhausted all his strength and made a compromise to Jun Lintian.

Although the patriarch's voice is not big, but this sentence is very clear to all the people present. There is no doubt that this is the hope of their life.

When the patriarch said this, but just as the voice fell, the king came to heaven and pulled out the border, covering the whole village. Because of the protection of the border, the villagers were not in danger for the time being.

According to this result, the villagers are very grateful to the patriarch. When they are faced with great despair, they are very excited and grateful because of his despair.

"Patriarch, thank you for your kindness!"

"Patriarch, you really saved my family!"

All of them are very grateful to the patriarch. It's like worshiping a Bodhisattva to him. However, they don't know that the person they should thank most is Jun Lin Tian.

Seeing that the villagers are not in danger for the time being, an Mu Jin's beautiful face finally shows a happy smile. An Mu Jin is happy, and Jun Lin Tian is also happy. Her smile is his smile.

"Wait here for my husband, and I'll go back."

Jun Lintian's voice is still so light. In fact, an mujin likes to hear Jun Lintian call herself "husband". She prefers to be her wife rather than her imperial concubine than "Ben Jun".

"Well."

An Mu Jin nods slightly. She looks at junlintian and smiles. She doesn't say anything more. It's not difficult for junlintian to relieve this natural disaster. But in the face of such punishment, an Mu Jin can't help feeling that the former Emperor has done something too much.

Voice just fell, the king in the sky no longer too much nostalgia, he soared up, straight toward the sky that a thick clouds fly.

The villagers looked up at junlintian and saw his handsome figure disappear in the clouds. They were worried and doubted. However, even though there were too many uncertainties in their hearts, they still had to believe in junlintian. After all, it was their only choice.

The king came to the sky and went into the clouds. He condensed the divine power on his body and scattered the clouds in the sky through the divine power.

The villagers on the ground raised their heads one after another and kept paying close attention. In the dark sky, a white aperture appeared in an instant, with infinite power. As the aperture became larger and larger, the clouds began to disperse slowly. Seeing this change, the villagers began to affirm that they were really saved.

As the clouds slowly dispersed, for an hibiscus, the familiar figure appeared in her sight again.