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"Grandpa Chelsea is so scared …" Golden Chelsea couldn’t bear to look at her relatives and bury her head in Jin Wenbo’s chest.
"Good boy is not afraid of grandpa!" Jin Wenbo, who has struggled from the dead, is no longer the previous Jin Wenbo. Perhaps Jin Wenbo will hesitate to choose between the happiness of his granddaughter and the life of the whole ethnic group.
But now, for this old clan leader, Huya Camp is not terrible. The Hu nationality is not terrible. What is terrible is that he has lost the courage to fight.
"I will never agree with this suggestion if I sacrifice the golden sparrow!" Jin Wenbo’s mouth shows extraordinary firmness word by word.
Gold hate elders immediately crazy laugh "you see? This is the true face of your old clan. Self-interest and disregard for everyone’s safety! Can we let such a person continue to lead us? No! "
The crowd’s eyes on Jin Wenbo have also changed significantly, from disbelief to denial and distance.
I don’t know who waved his arm in the crowd and shouted, "Please abdicate the old patriarch and elect a new patriarch."
Then the sound became louder and louder, and many wavering people began to shout.
"Please ask the old patriarch to abdicate and elect a new patriarch."
"Please ask the old patriarch to abdicate and elect a new patriarch."
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In such a wave impact, Jin Wenbo is holding his granddaughter as if he were alone in a heavy encirclement and crawling with a bitter smile.
Golden finch can feel her face, her arms, her back, her legs, her feet and her body in the eyeing sight around her even if she closes her eyes.
For the first time, she realized that grandpa’s broad chest was so thin in the past, but the residual temperature just made her feel the cold from the outside world
She quietly looked at her good playmates on weekdays, and some of her elders were indignant, some were silent, and more were drinking together-"Please ask the old patriarch to abdicate and elect a new patriarch!"
"Time and tide wait for no man, old guy. Hahahaha." Elder Jin hates laughing in his heart and looking at a pair of grandchildren hugging each other. His eyes are slightly tilted and his lips are tightly sipped, but an ecstasy that is hard to hide is still revealed.
"Victory! I won! How many years have you been looking forward to this position! Now it is close at hand! " He wants to laugh wildly and stretch his arms wildly to cheer and vent!
At this moment, he could hardly bear the impulse, but in the end, he gritted his teeth and held back.
"It’s not time to celebrate now. It’s time to send a fatal blow to pick the fruits of victory!"
He made a sign to the crowd quietly, and this is just the right time to shout the slogan of recommending the elders and hate the elders!
"Once shout out to form a general trend! The patriarch is what I have in my pocket. At that time, I will raise my family and go to Huya Camp. Everything can be expected! Where can it be cheaper for the golden sparrow? Wouldn’t it be better for the old bandit to enjoy it himself? " He laughed wildly in his mind.
Just at this time, a sudden change suddenly came with a strong murderous look, and without warning, it immediately flooded every corner of the square!
The people in the square were just talking and shouting for a moment, as if they had been strangled by the ducks and stopped suddenly. People’s eyes were full of horror.
This murderous look is so rich that it seems that the viscous liquid is firmly wrapped around all the people present, making people tremble and tremble involuntarily!
Click, click …
The unique footsteps of the red dog and the beast echoed in the silent square. The crowd slowly turned their stiff heads. First, their eyes paused for a moment, and then they stopped paying attention to a young Taoist.
This young man is only fourteen or fifteen years old, with ordinary facial features and a faint smile. He is wearing a wide and big robe, but the front of the robe has a long mouth.
But no one dare to laugh at his clothes and despise his strength.
Teenagers walk slowly, clothes swing automatically, and black pupils have a feeling called indifference!
Not Hu Tian and people?
As he approached the crowd around him, he involuntarily retreated backward, as if the tide were receding, and a circle of people formed around Hu-day.
He is so murderous and full of great oppression! People in the crowd dare to look him in the eye, and no one doubts that he is dangerous.
How many creatures must be slaughtered to have such a strong murderous look?
Ten thousand people? A hundred thousand people? A million people? Ten million people? !
Great fear firmly occupied their hearts. Hu Tian went up to the stage and hated the elders for more than ten steps. Looking at Hu Tian in a stuttering way is like looking at a peerless fierce beast. "Are you sacred?"
Jin Wenbo opened his mouth to speak but was blocked by Hu Tian’s outstretched palm.
He went up to the platform and looked around at his feet. A group of small and trembling quail-like figures smiled gently.