From the audience's perspective.
A group of people thought this scene was hilarious.
No one expected the Eye Legend Four, who had been in retreat for so long, to start with a deep confession.
"Whoa, greasy confession, are you planning to turn this into a pure love ga? _(:з」∠)_"
"Hahaha, the delayed ancestral ritual has started again, we really need to give this second NPC ancestor a good lesson!"
"Are you guys crazy? So greasy."
"Don't worry about it being greasy, this is adapting to local conditions. We must take down this second ancestor!"
"So, are you planning to have another wife after having an adoptive father?"
"Co to think of it, you guys often adopt fathers and wives."
"Silly old ancestor, run fast, be careful they use the early-era novel's female threat weapon—CEO's quotes."
...
The onlooking audience was full of chatter.
In their eyes, this was a continuation of the second ancestral ritual.
The adoptive father storyline from last ti was basically completed, and now the red-clothed sister storyline officially begins in the Paper House.
Let's see how they strategize.
Anyway, it was full of enthusiasm.
Even the blacksmith from the neighboring Sword Casting Manor, hearing the news after going offline, hurried to rally people to join in the fun.
"My god, Dizzy and the others resurrected?"
"Hahaha, let's go see the drama."
"Let's go, no more laying bricks, we can't miss this one."
So they didn't do any work in broad daylight and directly returned to the dormitory to log off and sleep.
Here to watch and enjoy the rustic flirtations.
anwhile, in the courtyard at the foot of the mountain, Ning Zheng, who was fishing, was in a good mood.
This is the proper way for our Sword Casting Manor.
Farming, researching, blacksmithing, strategizing three ancestors to deepen the foundations.
What's the Zhang family next door doing, going out for internal fights?
Couldn't care less about them!
Fighting isn't life, respecting and caring for the young and old in the ancestral ritual is life.
Ning Zheng knows better than anyone that als should be eaten bite by bite, and roads should be taken step by step.
First, fully absorb the ancestral inheritance within the manor, forge it into iron, before thinking about matters outside the manor.
"My god?"
Jiucai Rong looking at the empty Sword Casting Manor, could only cry without tears:
"Aren't these just a few dramas? Watching the replay offline is also fresh, with video bullet comnts too!"
...
Paper House.
The red-clothed sister pressed her temples, sowhat doubting life.
After sitting back on the chair for a while, she looked at the four of them again.
"You like ?" The red-clothed sister smiled aningfully: "It's been so many years, it's the first ti soone has said this to ."
The four of them, Dizzy, thought it made sense too.
This isn't even human, who would like a plot of land?
Even if soone with a strange XP likes exotic beast ladies, most are snakes, foxes, cats, dogs…
The more bizarre ones might like caterpillars, maggots, or even computers, phones, shoes, chamber pots, socks, etc., but probably no one would like a field lady.
Moreover.
Saying it's a field isn't quite right either; this is a mountain of at.
In terms of weight alone, it's much more substantial than certain four or five hundred pound belly-ring-d canvas fatties!
This confession is a bit heavyweight.
Puffy Eyes explained in a low voice: "The four of us are quadruplets, telepathically connected, we all like the sa person."
"Heh." The red-clothed sister sneered, not denying it.
For a very realistic Demon Cultivator.
Rather than believing in so-called love at first sight, impulsive attraction, she's more inclined to think sothing's wrong with this generation of Demon Cultivator disciples' brains.
After all, cultivating demons can easily go wrong.
It's likely that this generation's Patriarch is more brutal, bloodthirsty, and abuses them.
She suddenly thought of another issue, if it is a common phenonon, then there's a greater likelihood: Has our family's Demon Cultivator educational thod greatly updated?
Scholars value basic education the most.
Demon Cultivator families are also scholars, but the books they read are the kind that are cruel, real, and survival of the fittest.
But even the cruelest demon-style education isn't so weird.
"How's the manor lately?" The red-clothed sister suddenly asked.
Not just inquiring about the situation but also checking if their logic is ssed up.
Blind thought for a mont and spoke:
"Our manor is doing great now! Mining is ongoing! Magical Artifacts are being forged! There's even a at Field planted, but its growth is still young; we can invite sister to eat another day, it's stinky fragrant." Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on NoveI-Fire.ɴet
"Okay." The red-clothed sister thought the logic was quite clear.
Turns out it's the education that's problematic.
It's a kind of Death Warrior-like, brainwashing education, making them fearless of death, and sowhat insane!
Believing she found the truth, the red-clothed sister frowned: "Is the Manor Master of this generation crazy? Why is this absolute extermination-like Demon Cultivator education being conducted?"
Not afraid of death isn't a good thing.
Especially for Demon Cultivators, being afraid to die more suits the greedy nature.
This type of dare-to-die education actually exists in so special Demon Cultivator families too.
But those implenting such education are the fast-reproducing types of Demon Cultivators.
Yes.
So Spiritual Root traits have only one: they reproduce especially fast!
Even like a sow, a mother bug, enticing males, acquiring a bloodline repository once, then frantically producing offspring, one litter a hundred, a thousand…
And the children grow up super-fast.
These kinds of Demon Cultivators, like them, have an Alien Yang Spirit Root, belong to the extension of blood and flesh.
It's just that they focus on blood and flesh separation, while the others focus on reproduction and proliferation.
In short.
The descendants are the future, related to the family's fundantal inheritance; it's necessary to understand this generation's Manor Master!
Don't think she doesn't care.
Actually, among the three ancestors, she is the one in charge of managing the family.
Ancestor Qi belongs to the brawny guy focusing on muscle blood energy, straightforward, passionate, forthright, not good at managing, just fishing and sleeping all day long.
While Bottle Ancestor, retreats for years without getting involved in external affairs, just crazily fiddles with his few blood and flesh puppets, madly researching, who knows what's being done secretly!
The last enemy invasion, they saw his retreat area explode from afar.
Don't know if the two long-range charged attacks from her and Ancestor Qi helped him?
Whether it assisted him in defeating that unknown enemy?
In conclusion.
Compared to the other two unreliable retreating ancestors, she can only occasionally manage the family.
After all, Demon Cultivator kind of families tend to go extre, sotis if not paid attention to, the whole clan might fight, and infighting, even blood sacrifices of the whole family are common sights.
Why didn't she manage before?
Because year by year, nothing major happened.
Therefore, during the New Year's ti, she just caught a few disciples for beheading during holiday festivities.
Unexpectedly, now that she inquired, all these disciples are crazy.
And fell in love with her?
"Forget it."
The red-clothed sister couldn't stand such greasy words, thought for a mont, directly asked them to fight: "You four battle, let see your strength."
"Us battle?"
The four were stunned.
"Yes." The red-clothed sister nodded, "You can each control four scarecrows for battle, you are the kings among them."
Saying so,
She waved her hand.
On the ground, a few scarecrows suddenly rose up, looking dazed and sowhat wooden, looking at the Dizzy Four: "Newcors again?"
"Heh."
"Go ahead."
One by one the scarecrows rose from the ground.
At this ti, the Dizzy Four felt their hearts jump, suddenly feeling the deep and unfathomable ground of the Paper House.
Could it be piled up with thick, thick pools of at mountain?
All the magic disciples captured by the ancestors, made into treasured scarecrow puppets one by one?
Whap!
"Sixteen scarecrows for you, each of you pick one to follow."
The red-clothed sister raised her hand, the at field tiles under the Dizzy Four's feet kept moving, each positioned in one of the four corners of the courtyard, each with four scarecrow comrades.
The Dizzy Four exchanged a glance:
This clearly is distributing forces, each leads an army to attack.
This farming ga, with mini-ga features?
No.
This is more like a simplified version of chess.
They are the kings of the scarecrows, controlling four soldiers.
Is this farming chess?
Or fighting crickets, bringing out your carefully nurtured scarecrows to compete?
Anyway, this gaplay is pretty cool!
Whap!
The four, eager to try, directly began controlling the soldiers to hack, march, and deploy.
"Kill!"
"Who goes there, state your na?"
"State my na, and you'll be shocked; I am the Blind who kills with open eyes!"
...
Seeing them losing it, the red-clothed sister frowned.
In an instant, she flew to stand on the rooftop, hands behind her back, watching the battle below; obviously, not the first ti.
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