Vol 2 Chapter 1842: Facts 7

His face has begun to appear gray, iron blue.
"Haha, I want to know, well, this sacrifice will let you get what you want, and give your sacrifice to your ears."
In the beginning of the riot that there is no way to resist.
The holy priest standing on the other bridge suddenly burst into laughter.
The black hair flutters in the foothills with the autumn wind, and the whole person gives a madness, and that kind of death will drag the madness of everyone to hell.
The people who started the riots heard the sound of laughter that rang through the world, and immediately calmed down and looked at the sacred sacred sacred sacred.
"Sheng Yu..."
The king of the island is trembled, and the voice is almost on the verge of collapse.
Extremely strong.
At the same moment, the silver family and Ouyang Yuyu slowly closed their eyes.
There is no room for change.
Jinyang was empty, but cold and biting.
This time, the holy priest did not pay attention to the history of the king of the island.
The cold, eyes sweep across the hustle and bustle of the island.
The sacrificial priest’s mouth is high.
Under the expression of gloating glory, the holy priest sneered and said: "Want to know why? Want to know why this ritual is going to kill your children?"
I want to know why this festival is so unrelenting.
That is because you have sinned.
You have offended the gods.
The gods have punished the punishment, and they are rewarding you and rewarding you.

The sound of icy bones caused a riot, and the people of the island shook their fists and made clear that they did not believe in the sacrificial priest.
The sacrificial priest was not annoyed at this, but sneered and continued: "Why did the sacrifice kill the babies?"
That is because the gods have punished and made them all crippled.
They are all broken and are distorted.

When this was said, it suddenly burst into a big wave.
"You are nonsense, it is not like that..."
"Nonsense, nonsense..."
"It is your secret that you have to sue, it is your fault, not the children, not..."
"..."
Listening to the angry and unbelieving voice of the people, the sacred priest’s cold smile,