"Go to death for us!

His legs were weak, and he was stared at by so many strange statues of gods, and his wings were gradually flapping.

The powerful power made it impossible to match at all. Any of these gods can pinch it.

But they were still saying hideously: "Why do you say that we are not gods after a moment of thought? Why no one pays tribute to us after we die!"

Thorn.

Yin Nian, who had just started talking, suddenly reached out to suck it in his pocket.

He calmly took out a handful of long things.

Ignite by the fire.

A scent came out of the air, it was the real fragrance, the kind commonly used in temples.

Yin Nian pinched the incense end and handed it to the terrifying heads, shook his wrists and sprinkled the incense ash, and it was quite elegant and generous in the face of the pigpen and sprinkled pig food.
Chapter completed!