Chapter 325： Exploring the Ghost Inn again (3) (1/2)

In front of absolute strength, the battle ended quickly, Le Shaolong and others stole their weapons and fell behind Xiao Yan.

”Ancestral, let's go to the tavern.” Xiao Yan turned to look at Xiao Yao, who was stunned, and said.

Resentment is over, hatred has been settled, and under the light of the moonlight, Xiao Yao's back is slightly bent, and there is a slight bitterness.

He hasn't remembered how long he hasn't started arguing with anyone since his strength receded.

I did not expect to meet the people for the first time in countless years. In such a embarrassing situation, I was finally rescued by my own descendants. Xiao Yao's heart was like overturning the Wuwei bottle, everything was sour, sweet, bitter and salty.

There are both the hope of the rise of the Xiao people, the crickets of the Yangtze River after the waves, and the wolverines that were once the strongest of the Xiao people.

Looking up at Xiao Yan with a sincere expression and anticipation, Xiao Yao could not bear to refuse, nodded, and the back of several people gradually disappeared on the outskirts of Gintama.

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It was late at night, and the pub's vocals faded away. Only the dim lights remained, and the faint spirit filled the small space.

It was still the small table in the corner where Xiao Yan first saw the door. Xiao Yan sat down casually. Waiting to be commanded, the clever folks had already smelled the thick **** smell of everyone, and quickly handed out a few pots of good wine and a few side dishes, and resigned respectfully.

The night is very quiet, and the faint wind from time to time passes through the window of the tavern, bringing bursts of comfort.

Xiao Yan filled Xiao Yao with a glass of wine, and said, ”Xiao Yan, a descendant of the Xiao nationality, respects his ancestors, and respects his chief.” His tone was sincere and full of excitement.

Xiao Yao stroked the glass in front of his hand, sighing heavily. In these years, only the Qiongyeyuyu in this cup accompanied him, and only when he was drunk and dreamy, could he find his own pride. But now I feel this cup is as heavy as a pound.

Xiao Yao took a deep breath, raised his glass, drank it, and smashed, smashing to the ground.

”Two patriarchs, I don't deserve it!” Depressed years of depression in Xiao Yao's heart spit out, ashamed of Xiao's guilt.

Both hands clenched unconsciously, Xiao Yao's shoulders trembled slightly, as if this sentence made him exhaust all his physical and mental strength, and he became much older in an instant.

Xiao Yan arched his hand again with a full glass of wine. ”No matter what the patriarch experienced, you will always be our patriarch in the hearts of the Xiao people.” After that, a glass has been poured into the throat, and it feels hot, saying no Clear taste.

Xiao Yao traveled out of the country, and he was so disappointed that he would not return. He must have had an indescribable hardship. He must have experienced too much suffering that he could not imagine. Xiao Yan was upset, but couldn't ask.

”Well ... Xiao Yao is incompetent and can't lead the Xiao people to be strong. It's not worthy to be the patriarch, it's not worth it!”