Chapter 1882: 1882
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"Have I seen this man somewhere?" Murongsheng stared at the emperor of the white tiger Kingdom on the sacrificial platform and murmured in a low voice, "how do you look so familiar?"
As soon as murongsheng's voice fell, he suddenly heard yingmu next to him open his mouth and answered in a dull voice: "it's the man who was chased in the inn."
Yeah??
The man who was hunted in the inn?
Murongsheng suddenly returns to his senses and stares at the man on the sacrificial platform. His brows are frowning. I have to say that being reminded by yingmu's words really reminds her.
The shaman emperor of the white tiger kingdom is very similar to the dog official who was chased and killed in the small town that day!
"No, this is not that man."
Murongsheng looked at the man carefully and shook his head: "this man's body is not injured."
Even if the dog officer who was chased that day was the shaman emperor Yirong, there was a doubt that there was no way to explain. The shaman emperor was not injured, but the man who was chased was injured everywhere.
Even if she put a pill into the man's mouth at that time, the pill just let the man hold his own life, and it won't instantly make the man's injury return to normal.
It's only a few days since they left the town. The man's body injury, if not a month's time, will never recover, also can't get out of bed.
And now the Shaman's action and no punishment, not a little bit injured, not slow.
Therefore, the man in the small town that day could not be the emperor of the white tiger kingdom.
However, although I knew in my heart that the man standing on the altar was not a man from a small town. But what the eyes see is too deceptive!
Like, it is too like it!
Really, it looks more and more like it!
If it is not for her to judge according to the man's injury, even she should really think that the man standing on the stage is really that man!
In this world, there can be such a similar person, but it can not be similar to that kind of person.
Even the brothers of a mother's compatriots, there are still some differences.
What's more, the old emperor of the white tiger Kingdom only gave birth to a cover, not even a royal daughter.
So, no matter what, that man can't be the same brother with the man in front of him.
At this time, a voice of sheep and pigs came out from under the sacrificial altar, whistling bitterly.
I saw two pigs and three sheep were carried to the sacrificial altar, all limbs were tied and lying on the ground, with a dagger around the neck.
As the sacrificial priest standing in front of the stone pillar waved his dagger, his neck was cut open.
Bright red with warm blood immediately from the neck out.
One by one, along the groove of the totem on the ground, it began to flow.
Now, no matter the five worshippers standing beside the totem, or the people kneeling on the ground, they all begin to close their eyes, lift their hands high in the air, and recite something they can't understand.
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"Have I seen this man somewhere?" Murongsheng stared at the emperor of the white tiger Kingdom on the sacrificial platform and murmured in a low voice, "how do you look so familiar?"
As soon as murongsheng's voice fell, he suddenly heard yingmu next to him open his mouth and answered in a dull voice: "it's the man who was chased in the inn."
Yeah??
The man who was hunted in the inn?
Murongsheng suddenly returns to his senses and stares at the man on the sacrificial platform. His brows are frowning. I have to say that being reminded by yingmu's words really reminds her.
The shaman emperor of the white tiger kingdom is very similar to the dog official who was chased and killed in the small town that day!
"No, this is not that man."
Murongsheng looked at the man carefully and shook his head: "this man's body is not injured."
Even if the dog officer who was chased that day was the shaman emperor Yirong, there was a doubt that there was no way to explain. The shaman emperor was not injured, but the man who was chased was injured everywhere.
Even if she put a pill into the man's mouth at that time, the pill just let the man hold his own life, and it won't instantly make the man's injury return to normal.
It's only a few days since they left the town. The man's body injury, if not a month's time, will never recover, also can't get out of bed.
And now the Shaman's action and no punishment, not a little bit injured, not slow.
Therefore, the man in the small town that day could not be the emperor of the white tiger kingdom.
However, although I knew in my heart that the man standing on the altar was not a man from a small town. But what the eyes see is too deceptive!
Like, it is too like it!
Really, it looks more and more like it!
If it is not for her to judge according to the man's injury, even she should really think that the man standing on the stage is really that man!
In this world, there can be such a similar person, but it can not be similar to that kind of person.
Even the brothers of a mother's compatriots, there are still some differences.
What's more, the old emperor of the white tiger Kingdom only gave birth to a cover, not even a royal daughter.
So, no matter what, that man can't be the same brother with the man in front of him.
At this time, a voice of sheep and pigs came out from under the sacrificial altar, whistling bitterly.
I saw two pigs and three sheep were carried to the sacrificial altar, all limbs were tied and lying on the ground, with a dagger around the neck.
As the sacrificial priest standing in front of the stone pillar waved his dagger, his neck was cut open.
Bright red with warm blood immediately from the neck out.
One by one, along the groove of the totem on the ground, it began to flow.
Now, no matter the five worshippers standing beside the totem, or the people kneeling on the ground, they all begin to close their eyes, lift their hands high in the air, and recite something they can't understand.
"Have I seen this man somewhere?" Murongsheng stared at the emperor of the white tiger Kingdom on the sacrificial platform and murmured in a low voice, "how do you look so familiar?" As soon as murongsheng's voice fell, he suddenly heard yingmu next to him open his mouth and answered in a dull voice: "it's the man who was chased in the inn." Yeah?? The man who was hunted in the inn? Murongsheng suddenly returns to his senses and stares at the man on the sacrificial platform. His brows are frowning. I have to say that being reminded by yingmu's words really reminds her. The shaman emperor of the white tiger kingdom is very similar to the dog official who was chased and killed in the small town that day! "No, this is not that man." Murongsheng looked at the man carefully and shook his head: "this man's body is not injured." Even if the dog officer who was chased that day was the shaman emperor Yirong, there was a doubt that there was no way to explain. The shaman emperor was not injured, but the man who was chased was injured everywhere. Even if she put a pill into the man's mouth at that time, the pill just let the man hold his own life, and it won't instantly make the man's injury return to normal. It's only a few days since they left the town. The man's body injury, if not a month's time, will never recover, also can't get out of bed. And now the Shaman's action and no punishment, not a little bit injured, not slow. Therefore, the man in the small town that day could not be the emperor of the white tiger kingdom. However, although I knew in my heart that the man standing on the altar was not a man from a small town. But what the eyes see is too deceptive! Like, it is too like it! Really, it looks more and more like it! If it is not for her to judge according to the man's injury, even she should really think that the man standing on the stage is really that man! In this world, there can be such a similar person, but it can not be similar to that kind of person. Even the brothers of a mother's compatriots, there are still some differences. What's more, the old emperor of the white tiger Kingdom only gave birth to a cover, not even a royal daughter. So, no matter what, that man can't be the same brother with the man in front of him. At this time, a voice of sheep and pigs came out from under the sacrificial altar, whistling bitterly. I saw two pigs and three sheep were carried to the sacrificial altar, all limbs were tied and lying on the ground, with a dagger around the neck. As the sacrificial priest standing in front of the stone pillar waved his dagger, his neck was cut open. Bright red with warm blood immediately from the neck out. One by one, along the groove of the totem on the ground, it began to flow. Now, no matter the five worshippers standing beside the totem, or the people kneeling on the ground, they all begin to close their eyes, lift their hands high in the air, and recite something they can't understand.
