At this time, the old man, who presided over the sacrifice, had impatiently ordered the two men to come forward and prepare to take the old woman away.
The old woman couldn't help crying loudly, "you can't do this! Please, leave my daughter alone. "
Liang Qingqing couldn't help but follow Xiaomian and come to the sacrifice team.
"Let them go!" These people are too much. Their feelings are not their daughters, so they don't feel hurt when they throw themselves into the river.
Frankly speaking, these people are only brave to start with the common people. If they have real status and status, they can't be at their mercy.
When the old man who presided over the sacrifice heard the words, he gave them a cold look. "Come, drive away the rest of us."
"Continue the sacrifice!"
"Hiss" is a light sound. The two strong men who hold the living tray feel their shoulders numb. The whole body shakes slightly, and the body falls back involuntarily.
He was very clear in his heart that he had recruited people to plot this, but he could not control himself at all, so he could only watch him fall back and fall on the ground.
The girl on the tray, of course, fell unsteadily.
Seeing this, Liang Qingqing could not help but be happy. He quickly rushed forward and entrusted the girl, making her stand steadily.
The tree flies an attack talisman and pours directly at the old man with gloomy face. "Since someone must come to be the sacrifice, you'd better go."
The old man was stunned. Before he could react, he felt his body, like being pulled by a force, flying towards the Bank of the river uncontrollably.
"Ah." The old man screamed in surprise.
All the people around me put out their hands in disorder to catch him, but they couldn't resist the drag at all.
All of a sudden, the sacrificial procession was in disorder. All of them started to scream disorderly and fled towards the back of the crowd.
Just for a moment, the staff in the hands of the old man in blue robe flew out, and the man rolled towards the Bank of the river uncontrollably.
After the big bang of "Putong", the old man really rolled into the river.
Prince Mo can't help but draw a corner of his mouth and raise his hand to cover his face: he didn't see anything. His daughter-in-law never caused any trouble, no trouble, no trouble
Duan Yue takes a step forward, turns his head and glances at Mo Lian in his spare time. He can't help frowning strangely, "what's your expression?"
This guy shouldn't be hypnotizing himself. He didn't see anything!
Bathed in Xingchen's body shape, he separated the crowd with a spiritual force, and hurried to Xiaomian paralysis and Liang Qingqing, "what are you doing? Come on! "
"I don't think elder brother Mu will suffer from facial paralysis." The broken moon couldn't help muttering.
According to his understanding of the little guy, it must be the enemy
Over there, the old man fell into the river for less than a few seconds, and the whole Du Chunjiang suddenly began to boil.
The faces of all the people went back several steps in fear. They did not know who called out "the immortal in the river is enraged". All the people shouted and cheered, and then they fled in all directions.
At the same time, the river churned out a huge wave, splashing, splashing towards the shore.
At the first sight, they saw that the old man was lifted up by the water and came out of the river.