Chapter 875

Wang Jing struggled, but it didn't help.

Just as he was in a mess, there was a loud noise in the sky, followed by a very rare rainstorm!

The heavy rain is coming without warning!

The pouring rain hit the ground, making a huge sound, like thunder, terrible.

The firewood piled under Wang Jing's feet was drenched directly. The fire in Yingtian was directly watered out, and there was no spark left.

Wang Jing looked at the timely heavy rain and looked up, relieved.

The middle-aged man and others who watched the battle in the distance were directly drenched by the heavy rain, and their wet hair was clinging to their forehead.

The rain stopped before they found shelter.

"What's the situation?"

When the younger disciple saw the scene of the evil gate, he was in a state of panic. He timidly spoke to the middle-aged man and said, "master Are we going too far for God to see? "

He looked at the extinguished fire in front of him, and the undamaged Wang Jing tied up in the tree. He wanted to say nothing.

"Shut up, you can't talk. Don't talk. No one is dumb with you!"

The middle-aged man was caught in a rain for no reason. He was in a bad mood and his face was gloomy. When he heard the little disciple's words, he was even more furious.

He held out the palm of the fan and slapped the younger disciple.

As soon as the little disciple's neck shrank, tears came out.

Other people around the middle-aged man, seeing this scene, dare not say anything. They stand with the middle-aged man with uncertain complexion.

Just stood for a while.

The middle-aged man thought about it carefully and said to the people around him, "you two, go and get the table in my room. I want to ask him about the old man."

His men were young and sharp, and soon brought the table over.

On the table, there are also many tributes, such as roast chicken, pig's head and seasonal fruits.

The middle-aged man respectfully lit the incense and kowtowed a few heads. Just as he was about to insert it into the censer, the ash suddenly fell on the back of his hand. He quickly took it back.

But it's still a little late.

The middle-aged man looked at the back of his red hand, and his face became more gloomy. He thought, this is the old man of the evil ancestor, and he didn't agree with him to do it?

Is it What's the background of Wang Jing?

Will it cause him a lot of trouble?

The middle-aged man recovered and found that the incense had already gone out. He clenched his fist and tried again. But this time, he learned a lesson and his hand speed was much faster.

The incense has been put into the censer.

The middle-aged man just breathed a sigh of relief, but Xianghui turned a corner and fell on the back of his hand at an incredible angle.

Middle aged man

When people around see this scene, you look at me and I look at you.

Wang Jing, who was tied to a tree, felt quite relieved when he saw this scene. It's good. It's a good fire!

Just as everyone was staring at the altar, Qiao Yanran suddenly turned over and sat down on the one meter high altar. She looked at the middle-aged man with a smile and said: "Dear sun, please get up quickly. It's not new year's day yet. Kowtow and no new year's money."

She said, tearing off a roast chicken leg from the table to eat.

"You, you're playing a trick!"

When the middle-aged man saw her appear, he immediately realized that the smell had come. He was so angry that he went forward and overturned the table!

It's a great shame to be played and made by this yellow haired girl!

all the tribute cups fell on the floor.

Qiao Yanran fell to the ground steadily without any influence.