The fake daughter is the white moonlight of the villain general

Wei Rou's complexion also changed when she heard the words.

Now Ling Yun, Wu Jiang and others are waiting outside, Wei Rou alone has no way to break into this place.

She glared at Uncle Seven.

If Uncle Seven hadn't known her identity, he probably wanted Gu Xi to go in and die.

Uncle Qi was also a little embarrassed, touched his nose, coughed twice, and stopped talking.

A Rong hurriedly said: "Don't worry, wait and see. My mother has a lot of adults, maybe she won't do anything to him, just test him."

Uncle Seven remained silent.

The two of them knew each other well.

If there is a ban on this door, most of the people inside will be more dangerous than good.

Wei Rou paused, then frowned and looked at Arong.

"What did you say?"

Arong was stunned for a moment.

"I said take it easy."

"The next sentence."

"Wait and see?"

"The next sentence."

"My mother she-"

"The patriarch of Nanjiang is your mother?"

Arong was stunned.

He blinked.

"do not you know?"

Wei Rou: ...

Where does she know where to go?

Arong said resentfully: "I thought you knew it a long time ago, so you only knew that the patriarch is my mother."

Wei Rou sneered: "Thanks to you, I only found out now."

Then she stared at Arong.

"Since you are the son of the patriarch, then you should know how to resolve the restriction on this door."

Southern Border has always been mysterious, and this is the first time Wei Rou has heard of prohibition.

Ah Rong shook his head.

"You misunderstood. Although I know how to resolve the restriction, I can't remove the restriction."

Wei Rou frowned.

"What do you mean by that?"

Know how to resolve the restriction, but can't get rid of it?

Is it fun to tease her?

Arong saw what Wei Rou meant, and explained: "Except for my mother, only the saintesses of Southern Xinjiang can resolve this restriction."

Wei Rou gritted her teeth: "Take me to find the saint!"

Ah Rong and Seventh Uncle looked at each other.

"To tell you the truth, the saint died three years ago. In other words, only my mother can undo this restriction now."

Wei Rou took a deep breath.

"Is there really no other way?"

Arong nodded.

"Other than that, there is no other way."

Wei Rou closed her eyes.

"Then I said, do you have to force your way?"

Arong sighed.

"It's useless. Except for the blood of the patriarch of Nanjiang, only the blood of the saint can break this restriction, and no one else can break it."

After the words fell, a dagger was already on Arong's neck.

Ah Rong was taken aback.

"what are you doing?"

Wei Rou's voice was a little cold.

"If you don't try, how do you know your blood is useless?"

Arong looked at Wei Rou helplessly.

"You will know if you try it, my blood is useless."

"You are the next patriarch, how can you be useless!"

Wei Rou was so anxious that the dagger in her hand went in an inch.

Seeing this scene, Uncle Qi hurried forward to stop him.

"You really misunderstood. The patriarch of Nanjiang and the position of saint are both passed on from female to male."

Wei Rou was taken aback.

Suddenly, he remembered what his mother had said to him before.

Only females of the Southern Xinjiang clan can master the animal language, but mastering the animal language also requires opportunities.

He also said that if a woman in southern Xinjiang mastered the animal language, she would not be allowed to intermarry with foreigners.

Now she is considered half of Southern Xinjiang, if she taught them that she can control beasts, Gu Xi's life would be even more difficult to save.

This matter still needs to be kept under wraps.

Seeing that Wei Rou was silent, Ah Rong assumed that she believed her, and hurriedly said: "If you still don't believe it, just try it!"

As he spoke, he snatched the dagger from Wei Rou's hand, cut a bloodstain on his palm, and put it on the bar in front of the door.