In the Ice Age, I stockpiled billions of supplies

Chapter 1281

Sala City, Lamin Family.

Late at night, a dark shadow suddenly appeared from outside and came to the room of Lamin Family Patriarch, Lamin Ouzhu.

Among the four Tusi families, only the head of Lamin Family is a woman.

Lamin Ouzhu is 36 years old this year. She is a woman with exquisite makeup. Her long hair is tied into a long braid and placed behind her head, revealing a smooth and broad forehead.

Whenever she looks at people, she will raise her chin and look down at people.

However, she does have such qualifications. Looking at the entire Southwest Region, there are not many people who can make her look up to them.

But this person is an exception.

The tall figure appeared in her huge bedroom. This is a three-story room, but she lives alone.

Without her order, even the maids are not allowed to enter.

The tall figure sat on the sofa in the living room on the first floor, put away the helmet on the combat uniform, and revealed a handsome face with clear edges and corners.

This is not an oriental face. The deep blue eyes are as deep as the sea, and the slightly long chestnut hair is loose and casual.

He sat in the living room, and soon the lights on the second floor came on.

Lamin Ouzhu, wearing a black nightgown, held the handrail and looked downstairs indifferently.

"Where did you go?"

Lamin Ouzhu asked while walking downstairs.

The man did not look back, and smiled and said: "I went to see the place you said. Sure enough, there was an unexpected gain."

Lamin Ouzhu sneered and raised the corner of his mouth.

"I said, even if you find that place, you can't get in without the help of our Lamin family."

The man shrugged: "You have to try it anyway, but you are right, my dear lady."

He took out a bottle of red wine from under the table, poured a glass for himself, and then greeted Lamin Ouzhu.

Lamin Ouzhu walked to his side, sat down on the sofa, and crossed her legs, not caring about her thighs being exposed to him.

It's a pity that even though she is already 36 years old and has supreme wealth and power, and can enjoy all the beauty and skin care products in the world, she can't fight against the years.

Her legs are very white, but thin and tight, without much luster.

"What did you find?"

Lamin Ouzhu stared at the man in front of him and asked.

The man took a sip of red wine, and his eyes were deep with a hint of playfulness.

He looked at Lamin Ouzhu: "I found the situation in your snowy plateau very interesting. It's much more interesting than I thought!"

"Although it will increase the difficulty of our cooperation, it's interesting this way, isn't it?"

Lamin Ouzhu also poured herself a glass of red wine, shook it in front of her, and frowned.

"Don't make any trouble. The three families of Yashelangtai, Paji and Xiazha, as well as the monks of Sangjia Temple are not so easy to deal with."

The tall man spread his hands: "You are right, so you still need to come and make plans. But the main conflict is not with you now, right?"

Lamin Ouzhu took a sip of red wine, her eyes were cold, and she gritted her teeth.

"That's right. Let them fight first!"

"The best laugh is nothing, the most important thing is to laugh to the end."

...

Sangjia Temple, standing in front of the Great Snow Mountain.

From a distance, it is backed by the Great Snow Mountain, as if it was built on the mountainside of the Great Snow Mountain.

Of course, this is just a visual perception. In fact, Sangjia Temple is still some distance away from the Great Snow Mountain.

This night is destined not to be peaceful.

Great Light Hall.

The funeral host sat cross-legged on the cushion, with the statue of Tathagata Sakyamuni above him.

He closed his eyes and meditated.

There was a breeze in the air, a not-so-cold wind that blew through the central hall of Sangjia Temple and blew over three thousand prayer towers, causing them to rotate slowly.

An invisible force gathered in the Great Light Hall and sank into the body of the funeral master.

Under the Great Snow Mountain, he used his body as a guide to absorb the power of the five Ipsilons and unlock the first seal of the gate of the Demon Kingdom.

Although he could continuously receive the blessing of the power of Tantra in the snowy plateau.

But this power was too huge and it was difficult for him to digest it for a while.

At that time, in order to shock everyone, he had to hold on.

Now he needs to spend time to slowly repair his golden body.

Outside the Great Light Hall, an old monk walked in.

He was wearing purple robes, and only a thin layer of hair was left on his head, which was already gray.

Looking at the funeral master meditating on the cushion, the old monk, the current Chiba of Sangjia Temple and the head of the Yashelangtai family, Yashelangtai Deji, slowly spoke.

"Loren died today."

"Killed by the mercenaries hired by the Pudge family!"

"You kept telling me not to get involved with otherThe family had a dispute. But the divided Snowland Plateau will only cause constant disputes. "

"Jueguo, when will you agree to my help? Completely unify the entire Tantric power!"

The funeral master slowly opened his eyes.

Facing Deji, who was sighing and hiding grief in his eyes, the funeral master slowly said:

"Everything is a fixed number. Luo Lun is just entering the reincarnation, which is his fate."

Deji's face turned cold, "The funeral master, don't forget that you are also a member of the Yashelangtai family. Our family must never allow others to bully us!"

"The more you don't do anything, the more people in the Snowland will die!"

The funeral master slowly closed his eyes.

"Amitabha."

Facing the funeral master's response, Deji stamped his feet angrily.

"Okay, if you don't do anything, then I will do it! "

Faced with the pedantic funeral master, Deji had no way to deal with it.

This funeral master was the supreme guardian god of the Tantric sect, and no one could force him to do anything.

Maybe it was possible in the past, but now, the funeral master is not only a nominal leader, but also a real guardian god with great supernatural powers.

It's a pity that since he was enlightened at the age of eight, he has been kept in Sangjia Temple to practice Buddhism.

Buddhism is good, but it may not be suitable for the cruel world.

The funeral master is devoted to Buddhism, which makes him have a simple and kind heart, so he is unwilling to give Yashelangtai The family is used as a gun.

This is a good thing, but also a bad thing.

Analyzing from another perspective, if he really covets power, there will be no place for Yashelangtai Deji.

Deji walked down the steps of the Great Light Hall angrily.

Below the steps, his guards were waiting respectfully.

Deji glanced at the guards in front of him. These people were monks from Sangjia Temple, and they were Vajra serving gods and Buddhas.

But now, there is not much difference between them and the private soldiers of his Yashelangtai family. They all obey Deji's orders.

"Muchuan, come here."

Deji looked at a guard and waved at him.

Muchuan hurried over, "Chiba!"

Deji reached out and stroked his head, then said with a sharp look:

"Tomorrow, I will send you to do something!"