Vol 2 Chapter 1848: Start crashing 3

The moon standing on the cliff has not been open, just frowning.
She felt that there was another possibility.
"I think……"
"No, it's impossible, you lied to us, you lied to us..."
The words of the moon were exported, and the people of the island who suddenly woke up from the huge shock began to resist the words that believed in the sacrificial offerings.
They shook their heads, did not believe, they did not believe.
"Yes, you are lying to us.
These children have problems and do not mean that our children have problems..."
"It must be you, you have harmed our children, it must be..."
"Yes, it hurts you, not..."
The autumn wind of the cold chest blew the white robe of the holy priest, and it was cold and cold.
The sacrament listened to more and more people blindly failing to believe the truth.
On the contrary, filth is his fault, and the ridicule and sneer on his face became more and more intense.
"I am harmful?
This festival does not have the hobby of eating children, and is not interested in these broken things. Who knows if they are born with poison.

The holy sacrifice sneered, and the cold eyes swept over the people who could not believe the truth.
"If you don't believe in this sacrifice, then you are asking your king.
This sacrifice is a wicked person, and your king is a good man.
Haha, then see what your Wang Zun will give you an answer.

The sneer fluttered in the sky, and the holy priest lit the fire to the king of the island.
When the words fell, those who were so embarrassed that they had no heart and bones, immediately focused their attention on the king of the island.
At this point they refused to believe.
But the heart is completely fearful.
They need someone they believe in their weekdays to give them a determination.
They want to hear that it is not their own problem, not that they gave birth to the child.
It is the holy sacrifice, it is the bad guy.
They urgently need such an answer, an answer that can comfort everyone.
Standing on the bridge of white jade, listening to the holy priests to bring words to him, the king of the island slowly turned his head and looked at the people behind him.