"Fuck us all!

LaLa's legs were weak. Being stared at by so many strange statues, her wings gradually became unable to flutter.

Its tyrannical power is simply unmatchable. Any one of these idols can hold it down.

But they are still saying ferociously: "Why do you think that we are not gods after just one thought? Why is there no one to pay homage to us after we die!"

Stab.

Yin Nian, who had been silent since just now, suddenly reached out and dug in his pocket.

He calmly took out a long thing.

Lit by firelight.

There was a fragrance floating in the air, it was real incense, the kind commonly used in temples.

Yin Nian held the end of the incense and handed it towards the terrifying heads. He shook his wrist and sprinkled the ashes. His posture was as cool as throwing pig food in front of a pig pen.
Chapter completed!