Chapter 999
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The onlookers saw that the figure trembled slightly and seemed very excited. The original solid shadow suddenly began to drift again.
Then the jade yellow light on the statue of the saint of food suddenly flourished, and a thick voice sounded, like a sigh and joy: "child, the saint has finally waited for you!"
A word stirs up thousands of waves!
What's the situation? The food Saint revealed that he finally waited until the blood found by Baili's family?
This tone, this word, everyone is square.
Bailifeng was at least a semi saint. He was the first to wake up from surprise and a touch of ecstasy flashed in his eyes.
Hearing this, the food Saint attached great importance to Yan wench, and even used the word "wait". Who can afford to wait for the saint in this Lingbao continent?
It goes without saying what this means to Yan wench and Baili family.
As a patriarch, Bai Liren around him naturally soon understood the meaning of this.
Exchange a surprised look with bailifeng. I was so excited that I didn't know what to say.
Huan Qingyan just came back to his senses and was stunned when he was hit with such a bolt from the blue and gold invincible pie.
Are you waiting for yourself?
It's scary, okay?
Do you have a grudge against yourself? The tone is wrong. The food Saint seems to have a very gentle tone.
Old with yourself? I'm kidding. The food saint has soared for thousands of years. For thousands of years, my grandfather's grandfather's grandfather is only afraid of being a small tadpole!
It can be heard that the sense of food saint is generally with joy. There is a little sadness in joy, and a little nostalgia in sadness. What's the matter with a little sigh in nostalgia?
Huan Qinyan couldn't help but open his brain hole to the outer planet.
At this moment, the jiaozhu on the jade hairpin on her head flashed, and Jiaojiao's voice sounded in her ear: "Xiaoyan! Xiaoyan! I heard my male god's voice! It's really him! In my lifetime, I didn't think I could hear the male god's voice again. It's right for Xiaoyan to follow you! I'll hang out with you in the future!"
Huan Qingyan almost wants to cry: sister Jiaojiao, your dream male god is the saint of food!
Secretly ask Jiao Jiao with consciousness; "Jiao Jiao, do you know me?" Or you're so kind?
Jiao Jiao replied happily, "I don't know!"
Then she continued to be a professional. When she was immersed in the joy of hearing the voice of the male god, she had no time to talk to her fantasy face.
Well, no one can answer. Huan tilted his face and looked up at the figure.
The statue of the saint of food was shrouded in the aura for a moment, and the eyebrows and eyes seemed to be driven by the aura as if they were infused with soul. The eyes of obsidian became glorious. They just glanced at the whole audience. A wordless pressure belonging to the saint made everyone unable to carry it, and the running water seemed to lower their heads.
The statue is high above, overlooking all living beings kneeling at his feet. The line of sight has been focused on kneeling on the illusory face in the center, as if exploring something.
For a long time, he sighed and said, "child, you have suffered!"
The voice was full of love and heartache.
Huan Qingyan only felt this sentence, warm and directly hit his armed almost flawless heart, countless grievances churned up again, and a drop of crystal tears fell on the ground in front of him, dizzy and wet.
After the statue only said this sentence, it pondered for a moment. When the phantom's mood stabilized, it slowly opened its mouth: "Ben Sheng has been waiting for you as a descendant for several years. I am very happy to see you today. Now you have awakened the blood of my Baili family. Anyway, Ben Sheng gives you a gift and collect it well!"
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The onlookers saw that the figure trembled slightly and seemed very excited. The original solid shadow suddenly began to drift again.
Then the jade yellow light on the statue of the saint of food suddenly flourished, and a thick voice sounded, like a sigh and joy: "child, the saint has finally waited for you!"
A word stirs up thousands of waves!
What's the situation? The food Saint revealed that he finally waited until the blood found by Baili's family?
This tone, this word, everyone is square.
Bailifeng was at least a semi saint. He was the first to wake up from surprise and a touch of ecstasy flashed in his eyes.
Hearing this, the food Saint attached great importance to Yan wench, and even used the word "wait". Who can afford to wait for the saint in this Lingbao continent?
It goes without saying what this means to Yan wench and Baili family.
As a patriarch, Bai Liren around him naturally soon understood the meaning of this.
Exchange a surprised look with bailifeng. I was so excited that I didn't know what to say.
Huan Qingyan just came back to his senses and was stunned when he was hit with such a bolt from the blue and gold invincible pie.
Are you waiting for yourself?
It's scary, okay?
Do you have a grudge against yourself? The tone is wrong. The food Saint seems to have a very gentle tone.
Old with yourself? I'm kidding. The food saint has soared for thousands of years. For thousands of years, my grandfather's grandfather's grandfather is only afraid of being a small tadpole!
It can be heard that the sense of food saint is generally with joy. There is a little sadness in joy, and a little nostalgia in sadness. What's the matter with a little sigh in nostalgia?
Huan Qinyan couldn't help but open his brain hole to the outer planet.
At this moment, the jiaozhu on the jade hairpin on her head flashed, and Jiaojiao's voice sounded in her ear: "Xiaoyan! Xiaoyan! I heard my male god's voice! It's really him! In my lifetime, I didn't think I could hear the male god's voice again. It's right for Xiaoyan to follow you! I'll hang out with you in the future!"
Huan Qingyan almost wants to cry: sister Jiaojiao, your dream male god is the saint of food!
Secretly ask Jiao Jiao with consciousness; "Jiao Jiao, do you know me?" Or you're so kind?
Jiao Jiao replied happily, "I don't know!"
Then she continued to be a professional. When she was immersed in the joy of hearing the voice of the male god, she had no time to talk to her fantasy face.
Well, no one can answer. Huan tilted his face and looked up at the figure.
The statue of the saint of food was shrouded in the aura for a moment, and the eyebrows and eyes seemed to be driven by the aura as if they were infused with soul. The eyes of obsidian became glorious. They just glanced at the whole audience. A wordless pressure belonging to the saint made everyone unable to carry it, and the running water seemed to lower their heads.
The statue is high above, overlooking all living beings kneeling at his feet. The line of sight has been focused on kneeling on the illusory face in the center, as if exploring something.
For a long time, he sighed and said, "child, you have suffered!"
The voice was full of love and heartache.
Huan Qingyan only felt this sentence, warm and directly hit his armed almost flawless heart, countless grievances churned up again, and a drop of crystal tears fell on the ground in front of him, dizzy and wet.
After the statue only said this sentence, it pondered for a moment. When the phantom's mood stabilized, it slowly opened its mouth: "Ben Sheng has been waiting for you as a descendant for several years. I am very happy to see you today. Now you have awakened the blood of my Baili family. Anyway, Ben Sheng gives you a gift and collect it well!"
This novel has been translated by www.novelhall. com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.
The onlookers saw that the figure trembled slightly and seemed very excited. The original solid shadow suddenly began to drift again.Then the jade yellow light on the statue of the saint of food suddenly flourished, and a thick voice sounded, like a sigh and joy: "child, the saint has finally waited for you!"A word stirs up thousands of waves!What's the situation? The food Saint revealed that he finally waited until the blood found by Baili's family?This tone, this word, everyone is square.Bailifeng was at least a semi saint. He was the first to wake up from surprise and a touch of ecstasy flashed in his eyes.Hearing this, the food Saint attached great importance to Yan wench, and even used the word "wait". Who can afford to wait for the saint in this Lingbao continent?It goes without saying what this means to Yan wench and Baili family.As a patriarch, Bai Liren around him naturally soon understood the meaning of this.Exchange a surprised look with bailifeng. I was so excited that I didn't know what to say.Huan Qingyan just came back to his senses and was stunned when he was hit with such a bolt from the blue and gold invincible pie.Are you waiting for yourself?It's scary, okay?Do you have a grudge against yourself? The tone is wrong. The food Saint seems to have a very gentle tone.Old with yourself? I'm kidding. The food saint has soared for thousands of years. For thousands of years, my grandfather's grandfather's grandfather is only afraid of being a small tadpole!It can be heard that the sense of food saint is generally with joy. There is a little sadness in joy, and a little nostalgia in sadness. What's the matter with a little sigh in nostalgia?Huan Qinyan couldn't help but open his brain hole to the outer planet.At this moment, the jiaozhu on the jade hairpin on her head flashed, and Jiaojiao's voice sounded in her ear: "Xiaoyan! Xiaoyan! I heard my male god's voice! It's really him! In my lifetime, I didn't think I could hear the male god's voice again. It's right for Xiaoyan to follow you! I'll hang out with you in the future!"Huan Qingyan almost wants to cry: sister Jiaojiao, your dream male god is the saint of food!Secretly ask Jiao Jiao with consciousness; "Jiao Jiao, do you know me?" Or you're so kind?Jiao Jiao replied happily, "I don't know!"Then she continued to be a professional. When she was immersed in the joy of hearing the voice of the male god, she had no time to talk to her fantasy face.Well, no one can answer. Huan tilted his face and looked up at the figure.The statue of the saint of food was shrouded in the aura for a moment, and the eyebrows and eyes seemed to be driven by the aura as if they were infused with soul. The eyes of obsidian became glorious. They just glanced at the whole audience. A wordless pressure belonging to the saint made everyone unable to carry it, and the running water seemed to lower their heads.The statue is high above, overlooking all living beings kneeling at his feet. The line of sight has been focused on kneeling on the illusory face in the center, as if exploring something.For a long time, he sighed and said, "child, you have suffered!"The voice was full of love and heartache.Huan Qingyan only felt this sentence, warm and directly hit his armed almost flawless heart, countless grievances churned up again, and a drop of crystal tears fell on the ground in front of him, dizzy and wet.After the statue only said this sentence, it pondered for a moment. When the phantom's mood stabilized, it slowly opened its mouth: "Ben Sheng has been waiting for you as a descendant for several years. I am very happy to see you today. Now you have awakened the blood of my Baili family. Anyway, Ben Sheng gives you a gift and collect it well!"This novel has been translated by www.novelhall. com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.
