Praruo naturally didn't know about the dispute between the two brothers of Hanwen and Hanwu because of her. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 InfoAfter returning to the camp of the Prajna tribe, most of the people had already fallen asleep. Prajna went back to his room.

Lian Bo was in charge of informing the Wind Tribe's Fengyan High Priest about the information he had obtained this time, and Mo Ling's side naturally had Mo go forward to discuss. Tonight, Lian Bo and Mo Xiang went to the banquet with Panruo, and Mo Ling and Feng Yan sat in the station.

Praruo lay on the bed but couldn't sleep, and she didn't want to get up to cultivate, so she just lay quietly and looked at the roof in a daze. Tonight, Yueming mentioned the last battle between the Great God of Chiyou and Emperor Yan, which reminded Prarua of the father and mother who died in that war and the three hundred warriors in the clan. This is also the reason why she drank a lot of alcohol later.

Prajna simply sat up again, carried a jar of wine that Meilan had brought over at noon, and poured himself a drink in the hut. For the first time, she discovered the benefits of drinking to kill her sorrows. Half-drunk and half-awake, she seemed to see her deceased father and mother again, and her father and mother sat on her lap like when she was a child, and caressed her hair lovingly. Tell her stories and put her to sleep.

"Father, mother, I miss you so much. When will I see you again?"

Prajna muttered to himself in a daze. Then he leaned on the table. He fell asleep.

"Alas. ”

This toss has already woken up the swordsman in his consciousness. If you think like this, the swordsman has no intention of cultivating. He sighed, took control of Pranya's body and returned to the bed to cover the quilt again, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

The swordsman found that only when Prajna lost consciousness could he freely control Prajna's physical movements. It's just that this kind of time is too rare, and he can only enjoy it occasionally, and most of the time he can only hide in the consciousness of Prajna, observing everything around him from the perspective of a bystander. But fortunately, he had obtained a lot of cultivation techniques from Prajna, so he could pass the time in cultivation, and he was not too boring.

Lian Bo told Fengyan everything and left, but the lights in Mo Ling's room were on until late, and he didn't know what Mo Ling and Mo Xiang were discussing?

Early the next morning.

When she woke up, she only felt a terrible headache. After I blucked myself up and performed a awakening magic spell on myself, I felt a little better. She couldn't remember what happened last night, she only remembered that she seemed to end up drunk at the table, and she didn't know how she got back to bed later.

After Prajna had breakfast, someone came to report that the high priest of Moling had invited Prajna to the big playground. Chiyou Village is very large, it has been built for several years, and all kinds of facilities are also readily available. Not only were there residential quarters, council halls, but even each station had a large playground for the people who lived here to practice.

Prajna didn't know what Mo Ling was looking for him, so he followed the visitor to the big playground. When she arrived, she realized that everyone had already started rehearsing for the upcoming war. Only herself, the holy woman, was the laziest, and Prajna couldn't help but blush a little.

Seeing that Pranya was coming, everyone stopped to greet her. While greeting everyone, Prajna walked towards Mo Ling and Mo Xiang, wanting to ask them what was going on with him.

"Mo Ling (Mo Xiang) of the Mo tribe is willing to lead the entire Mo tribe to follow in the footsteps of the Holy Maiden and never betray. ”

Mo Ling and Mo Xiang saw that Prajna walked over to him, glanced at each other, and then knelt on one knee at the same time, expressing their submission to Praruo.

And the people of the Mo tribe behind them seemed to have been informed of this a long time ago, and there was no surprise at Mo Ling and Mo Xiang's actions, and they all knelt down on one knee behind Mo Ling and Mo Xiang.

"The Mo tribe is willing to swear to follow the Holy Maiden to the death and never betray it. ”

For a while, the neat shouts of the Mo tribe spread throughout the entire station.

Regarding the sudden allegiance of the Mo tribe, everyone present had mixed reactions.

On the way back last night, Mo Xiang once expressed his willingness to follow Praruo in person. So Praruo and Lian Bo didn't feel surprised by this, but they didn't expect Mo Ling and Mo Xiang to be so formal in front of hundreds of people from the three tribes.

And the other people from the Prajna tribe and the wind tribe were a little dumbfounded when they looked at the people of the Mo tribe who knelt on the ground in the black pressure. Everyone didn't expect the Mo tribe to make such an unbelievable decision.

Especially Feng Yan, as the high priest of the Wind Tribe, he knew very well what the meaning of the Mo tribe was doing this. The Mo tribe's oath of allegiance this time is not the previous attachment to the side of the Prajna tribe. Not only during this war, but even after the war they returned to their respective tribes, the relationship would not change in any way. It can be said that since the moment the Mo tribe swore allegiance, the Mo tribe has existed in name only. This move of the Mo tribe is equivalent to merging the entire tribe into the Prajna tribe and becoming a member of the Prajna tribe.

It's not crazy.

"The two uncles are serious, hurry up. Let's all get up. ”

After Praruo came back to his senses, he hurriedly took a few steps forward and helped Mo Ling and Mo Xiang up. He beckoned the rest of the Mo tribe to all stand up.

"I am very happy that everyone is willing to fight with Praruo, I believe that everyone knows who I am, and I promise to the great god Chiyou as a saint that I will definitely treat the Mo tribe the same as the people of the Pranya tribe. ”

Prajna said solemnly.

"Long live the holy woman of Prajna, long live the holy woman of Prajna. ”

I don't know who took the lead in shouting, and slowly the warriors of the entire Mo tribe all raised their arms and shouted, and then slowly the people of the Prajna tribe also joined in, and finally even the people of the Wind tribe who had not expressed their stance were infected and shouted. Hundreds of people raised their arms and shouted at the same time, and the sound spread far away, attracting many people who did not know the truth to look in this direction.

"Everyone, be quiet, the war will come soon, everyone must seize the time to practice tactics, only in this way can it be possible to survive on the battlefield. ”

After a while, the sound gradually quieted down, and Prajna was able to say a few words. She was also shocked by the chorus chanting of hundreds of people.

"Brother Mo Ling, what kind of thing is your Mo tribe doing?"

Feng Yan took the opportunity to pull Mo Ling aside and asked quietly.

"Hehe, Brother Fengyan, that's what you see. Our Mo tribe has been shattered by the struggle for power of the previous patriarch. Wouldn't it be nice to be able to cling to the side of the Prajna Holy Maiden?"

Mo Ling smiled faintly. He didn't care if the Mo tribe existed. All his life, he hoped that his tribe would be able to give birth to a holy woman or son, and now that his clan was attached to the Prajna tribe, he could not only save the lives of all the fallen warriors to the greatest extent, but also fulfill his wish. Why not?