Chapter 206 The truth

After saying that, Hou's black robe figure not far away shrank into an inch, and in an instant he came to the few people, standing silently beside the young master.

Na'an seemed to notice the existence of the man in black robe. His dim eyes fell on the man in black robe and remained silent.

Is this Na's father?

Zhang Zheng was quite surprised. She had heard from Na'anguo that her father had elopement with a foreign woman. After being caught, her grandfather broke up his fetal light, took away the souls of the ghost spirit and the Shuang Ling, and turned into a ghost doll. She was also one of the high priests who cultivated the medicine introduction.

However, unexpectedly, the black-robed high priest beside the young master who did not show his true face was Na'anguo's father.

If so, the young master promised to take out the medicine lead to her? Wouldn't it be equivalent to killing his own father?

Then I thought about it, the body of the high priest was gone, and only the seven souls were left, and they were like walking dead. How could living like this behave like death?

The young master looked at Na'anguo quietly, sneered and mocked: "Why? I don't even recognize my father?"

Na'anguo still didn't answer.

Song Lian was sandwiched between the two, her eyes circling on the three of them. When the green-eyed woman asked her for cooperation, she had told her about the high priest and said that what she wanted was inside the high priest, and she did not explain the rest in detail.

She didn't understand that their father was also a high priest, and she couldn't help but feel confused before this inexplicable emergencies.

"Ha..." The young master raised his eyebrows and said disdainfully, "Don't want to recognize him? Dad is good to his elder sister. It seems that he has been fed the dogs when he is good to his elder sister."

Na'an Guo's lips moved slightly, and she walked sideways from behind Song Lian, looking straight at the young master with clear eyes, with dark colors in her eyes.

"He is no longer daddy."

She said this with a decisive tone and believed it.

The young master raised his fingers and beat the edge of the chair rhythmically. In the "da da da da" sound, his voice was extremely light, even more like talking to himself.

"It seems that my silly sister has really been filled with a ecstasy soup by her grandfather."

Judging from what he meant, there seemed to be a hidden feeling inside? Zhang Zheng felt a stir in her heart, and her ears were erecting more and more, and she didn't want to miss any sound.

Song Lian took a few steps back and happened to be standing side by side with Zhang Zheng.

Her whisper came from her ear, "Fellow Daoist, do you know what's going on?"

Zhang Zheng shook his head slightly, "I don't know much, I just know some rough things. If a fellow Taoist is interested, I will talk to the fellow Taoist later."

Now is not the time and place to tell stories.

"What do you mean?" Najiguo also heard the little boy's seemingly erratic words and hurriedly asked.

The young master suddenly tugged his lips and smiled, glanced at the tall figure wrapped in black robe beside him, even his standing posture was stern, without any small movements that normal people would have, like dead objects.

He took the wine pot leisurely and poured himself a glass of wine, twisted the cup, and took a sip, "It's nothing, I'm praising you as my grandfather's good granddaughter."

Na'an Guo stared at the young master without giving up, and took a step forward, leaned forward, approaching the young master's face, "I heard what you said, please make it clear, what does grandpa mean to give me a ecstasy soup?"

"Want to know? OK..."

The young master handed out the wine cup in his hand, almost pressing against Na'anguo's lips.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and said indifferently: "You drink it, I will tell you that it is a shocking secret that your elm head will never imagine in your life. How about it? It's very cost-effective."

The moment the wine cup was about to touch his lips, Najiu suddenly stood up and moved away from the sake wine rippling in front of her eyes.

Zhang Zheng and Song Lian looked at each other and left when they touched each other, but did not step forward to intervene.

This is a matter between them. Since Na'an Fruit reacts so violently, it means she knows how terrible the Gu that may be placed in the wine will bring.

The choices she should make, for better or worse, have no right to interfere.

It was almost a stalemate for a quarter of an hour, and the glass of sake had already been put on the table by the young master.

Na'an Guo's eyes fell into the clear sake, but she fell into the bottomless cleft valley, unable to escape, and was dragged down and fell down.

The young master was very patient at this time and reminded kindly: "Sister, there is only this wine glass left. If you don't make a decision quickly, I have to continue drinking."

Na'an Guo didn't even give him one of his eyes, and muttered to himself in a daze, "Grandpa won't lie to me."

"Don't you lie to you?" As if he heard some big joke, the young master laughed so wildly that he leaned back and forth, covering his stomach.

Suddenly, he sat up straight, his face was cold and hard, and he cursed, "You said grandpa didn't lie to you, then you should tell me, uncles, uncles, aunts, and aunts, where have you gone?"

A crucial key point!

Zhang Zheng's expression condensed, solemn and upright.

"He...they..." Naganguo paused for a moment, unable to even convince herself, "They left."

"Do you believe it?" the young master asked back.

Na'an Guo was silent.

It was silent for a while again.

Naganguo confirmed again: "As long as I drink this glass of wine, will you tell me the truth? Everything is the truth."

The young master looked stunned for a moment, and then smiled and said, "Sister is still bargaining... But who said you are my eldest sister? No matter how stupid or stupid you are, you are my eldest sister."

He nodded slightly, "As long as you drink this glass of wine, I will tell you the truth."

As soon as he finished speaking, Najiu picked up the wine cup on the table, raised his head and poured it into his throat. Although the wine was not strong, it was more like a mellow fruit wine brewed. For Najiu, which had never been drunk at all, it was still like a bayonet scratching the throat and burning the heart with a fire.

She choked her and bent her thin spine, her curve was shocking, and she coughed as if she was about to cough out her lungs.

"Bang--"

The wine cup fell again, this time because of the loss of strength of the Na'an fruit, it hit the uneven stone and broke into several petals.

Fang Yi recovered, Na'anguo looked up and looked directly at the young master. His voice, which was already a little hoarse because of crying, seemed even more thick, like a broken bellows.

"I've finished drinking, tell me."

The young master closed his eyes and nodded with satisfaction before opening his eyes for a few breaths.

"The truth is that Grandpa is lying to you from beginning to end."

"Even this competition to choose the young clan leader, you have been kept in the dark."

"How is that possible!"

Na'an Guo said in surprise: "In the past, I had to choose the young clan leader."

The young master glanced at her strangely, with a look that it was indeed like this. "It's not that he would not choose the young clan leader, but that the way he chose the young clan leader was wrong."

"You don't have to kill aliens when you choose a young clan leader. Just get the brown ball on them and get the sixth digit and you will be considered qualified. Among the qualified ones, grandpa will personally select the young clan leader."

Naganguo looked stunned and said in a low voice: "I don't know, what grandpa told me is to kill the alien race."

The young master laughed and said, "Of course you don't know, do you know why grandpa wants to tell you the rules alone?"

Na'anguo shook her head blankly.

"That's because before that, Grandpa had told us, and you, Grandpa, never thought of choosing you as the young patriarch, pointing you in the wrong direction and making you retreat. So, this is a competition besides you."

"impossible!"

Although Najiu shouted impossible, her tone was full of hesitation, "Grandpa said he liked me the most."

The young master sneered and said, "Can the elder sister distinguish between perfunctory and sincerity? What's more, if you like it, you are also a person who cannot be carved by rotten wood. How could grandpa be willing to bear the rise and fall of a clan on your shoulders?"
Chapter completed!