Counterattack on the giants: the villain male god is a girl

Chapter 2932 I told you to hold her (3)

Nangong Yan's angry voice resounded through the sky.

His loud voice echoed in the huge cemetery.

Nangong Jing's back stiffened, she turned around with her thin lips tightly pressed, and looked at him without saying a word.

Jian Junxi acted as if he hadn't heard, and waved his hands to signal them to continue with the coffin.

Nan Gongyan roared from far to near: "I told you to stop, did you hear me?"

Jian Junxi's bewitching pupils were full of black mist, as impatient as a demon, just one glance made people feel extremely dangerous.

Everyone felt as if there was an invisible hand pushing themselves into the abyss, and the whole body was piercingly cold, so they didn't dare to act rashly, so they had to look at Nangong Jing.

When Nangong Yan ran over, Nangong Jing subconsciously stopped in the middle, waved his hands, and said hoarsely: "I will handle it, you continue!"

Jian Junxi's thin lips hooked evilly, and she was extremely charming. At this moment, her charming facial features were shockingly beautiful. Even if she didn't say a word, people couldn't ignore her existence.

Perhaps it was because the ceremony was not completed, so he just ignored him, turned around and picked up a handful of paper money and threw it into the brazier.

Then he sat on the ground, with his left hand upright in front of his chest, and his right hand moving the beads, slowly closing his eyes, moving his thin lips slightly, and chanting scriptures that ordinary people could not understand.

Nangong Jing secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a cold face: "You go back first, and I will explain to you later!"

"I don't want any explanation? What kind of onion is she? Why move our Nangong family's ancestral grave?

And you are an unfilial son, no matter how much you like a woman, it is your own business, how can you let her touch the grave of your ancestors, if you forget the ancestral precepts, recite them for me now! "

Nangong Yan was furious, pointing at his son and cursing hysterically.

Nangong Jing's face was gloomy, like a cold statue, she stood motionless in place, her thin lips moved slightly: "Then do you still remember?"

Nan Gongyan's expression froze, and he asked in puzzlement, "What do you mean by that?"

"Literally." Nangong Jing stared at him indifferently.

"You bastard! You are the one who doesn't know how to rein in the cliff, yet you have the nerve to question me?" Nangong Yan saw that the coffin of the stone tomb had been carried out, and shouted angrily while pushing Nangong Jing: "Stop it!"

Nangong Jing held his arm, her face as black as coal, but she didn't allow him to pass.

"Let go, those two tombs are the foundation, moving like this will change our family's luck, are you crazy?"

Nan Gongyan doesn't know what's so good about Jian Junxi that he can fascinate his son so much. It's not enough to let her dig the ancestral grave!

How proud this son was once made him, how much he let him down now.

Jian Junxi suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze was as sharp as a blade, and the scriptures floating out of his thin lips did not stop.

A dark wind rose from the ground, blowing her monk's robe into the air, and the dust gathered again and fell into the tomb next to the coffin, forming the three characters "Feiyudie".

A long black rope that was suppressed under the seat of the Bodhisattva suddenly flew in mid-air and moved towards them.

This weird scene caused the pupils of everyone present to shrink suddenly, and their nervous hearts jumped to their throats.

Jian Junxi narrowed his cold eyes slightly, and when the long rope moved in front of him, he threw a handful of soil into the long pit, Qinglie shouted: "Fall!"

The black rope fell into the long pit.

"Bury!" Jian Junxi turned his head and ordered.

When the men heard this, they looked at each other and swallowed, then picked up the shovel and filled the hole in a short while.

(End of this chapter)