"I think it's almost the same..." Mo you mumbled: "but one is fishing, and the other is digging with people."
If you calculate the time, it seems that fishing in the water is more convenient!
For aeolian forests, it doesn't matter -
in any case, whether it's buried in soil or sunk into a lake, the final outcome is the same.
Ling Luoyu will never let this woman go. She really stays at the gate of Mohism.
No matter who she is, she will play an important role in the future war against God.
"I said," brother and sister, if we don't pay attention, we'll draw lots It's up to God to decide whether it's buried in soil or in water, how about it? "
He turned and grabbed two stones, holding them in the palm.
"Young master you, this is the territory of the Mohist school. You are the host. This decision is up to you today. The big stones are buried in water, and the small ones are buried in the earth. How about?"
The others looked at each other in silence.
No one objected, Mo you also took a deep breath.
"OK, I'll do it!"
Pulling up his sleeves, he looked at his hands carefully.
Hesitated for a moment, point to the left hand.
"This one!"
"Little stone, earth burial Young master you, this time, the sacrificial Hall of the Mohist family can't be preserved. Don't be sad. Maybe, this is the manifestation of your ancestors! "
Seriously said some words, Feng Chenglin looked at the public.
"You guys, if you think it's OK, we'll have to do it. You see, the sky is getting brighter. It's estimated that before long, Mohist people will appear By the way, torch, such a big move, that dead spirit must come out again to make trouble
Several people you look at me, I see you, no one speaks anymore.
Now that it's over, what else can I say?!
We found some wood and we started to make a fire.
It's not to burn the dead spirit, but to form a circle to make it difficult for the fire spirit to come in.
The event of detonating the sacrificial hall, Feng Chenglin gives some directions in a disguised manner, and finally falls on Ling Luoyu.