"If you are a saint, tomorrow's little old man's grandson Moli will also go out with the saint, he is the same age as the saint, you can talk more. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Mo Wuyu pretended not to see the eyes of the high priest of Lianbo, but said to Prajna enthusiastically.

Lian Bo sat on the side and watched all this, sneering in his heart. He had already seen what this old man was thinking, and in the afternoon, this old man was knocking on the side and asking some questions. was blocked back one by one by his own silence, but I didn't expect this old guy to be so despicable. You still want to match your useless grandson? Is it the same age? I don't want to see how old your grandson is.

As a guest, Lian Bo is not good at attacking on the spot. However, he was very sure in his heart that Praruo would never give that kid named Mo Li a good face.

When he heard Mo Wuyu say this, he realized that it was not Uncle Lian Bo who was sitting on the other side of him, but Mo Li, Mo Wuyu's grandson.

Praruo frowned, did not speak, but looked at Lian Bo on the side over the smiling Mo Li, and cast a look at Lian Bo for help. saw Lian Bo winking at him.

"Yes, Prajna, I see that Mo Li is a talent, polite. Talk more, and maybe you'll find happiness in the future. ”

Lian Bo blinked his eyes and replied.

When he heard Lian Bo say this, he almost tilted his nose. Along the way, she also became much more familiar with Lian Bo, and knew that this superficially serious Uncle Lian Bo liked to play pranks when he was young, and he was beaten by his master a lot before for this. I didn't expect that at this time, he still didn't forget his bad taste.

"What the high priest of Lianbo said, how can my grandson be as good as the high priest said. Don't dare to climb the saint. ”

Mo Wuyu heard Lian Bo say the same, and he was very happy in his heart, but he pretended to excuse himself between the words.

"Old fox. ”

Praruo scolded in his heart and didn't speak, just lowered his head and fiddled with the corners of his skirt.

Originally, Praruo's impression of Mo Wuyu was quite good. Maybe the relationship with my grandfather had eased a little before leaving home, so Praruo felt very kind when he looked at the kind old man. However, after a short conversation, Prajna completely changed his previous thoughts.

"High Priest Lianbo, please sit here, and the little old man will have a few drinks with you. ”

Seeing that Panruo had a cold attitude, Mo Wuyu smiled awkwardly, glanced at his grandson, and beckoned Lian Bo to sit beside him.

Lian Bo didn't say anything, got up and sat on the other side of Mo Wuyu. In this way, it became Mo Wuyu and Mo Li sitting on both sides of Prajna, and Lian Bo sat next to Mo Wuyu.

It seems that Mo Wuyu deliberately arranged it, and each of the sacrifices of the Mo tribe found a sacrifice of the Prajna tribe to drink and talk. Mo Wuyu picked up his wine glass and talked to Lian Bo. Just left Prajna and Moli out.

"Pranya, you try this, this is the wild deer I went to hunt for you in the afternoon, and it is much more tender than the venison in captivity. ”

Mo Li diligently tore off a piece of venison that had just been examined and handed it to Prajna.

"Thanks, I don't eat venison. ”

Pranya didn't even look at Mo Li's hand pinching the venison, but picked up some vegetarian food and put it in his mouth, chewing it carefully.

Mo Li was immediately embarrassed. Turning his head to see that no one seemed to notice him, he withdrew his hand and put the venison in his mouth.

"Pranya, I toast you. ”

Mo Li raised his glass again and said to Prajna.

"Thanks, I don't drink. ”

Prajna still said lukewarmly.

"It's okay, this is a specially brewed rice wine made by our tribe, mellow and delicious, you won't get drunk if you drink a little less. ”

Mo Li continued without giving up.

Ignoring it, he just lowered his head and eliminated the vegetarian food in front of him. She is a girl with a relatively docile personality, she doesn't want to make things too stiff, and she is too annoyed with Mo, so she can only choose to ignore it.

Mo Li is the grandson of the patriarch of the Mo tribe, and the people in the tribe are all good to him, but at this time, when he saw that he was ignored by Prajna, he was very angry, but he couldn't do it. What kind of status is Prajna? The saint is much more noble than his grandfather, the patriarch. It is no exaggeration to say that if he annoys Prajna, Pranya will make him kill him on the spot, I am afraid that his patriarch grandfather will not dare to seek revenge on Praruo.

Mo Li was very depressed and drank sullen wine alone. Mo Wuyu, who had been listening to Mo Li and Praruo talking with his ears pricked up, sighed helplessly in his heart. This grandson of his own is used to smooth sailing, and such a little setback has retreated, and it seems that I have to talk to him well tonight.

Although Mo Li repeatedly hit a wall in front of Prajna, Mo Wuyu did not give up, after all, there are not many opportunities like this. If Mo Li can seize this opportunity and capture the heart of the Holy Maiden of Prajna and marry her back, then the rise of the Mo tribe in the future is almost predictable.

A grand bonfire dinner lasted for hours before it came to an end. The guests of honor are all happy, of course, except for the two of Prajna and Moli. Pranya was very tired of having a fly sitting next to him, so he ate something hastily and got up to leave. And Moli, of course, was because of Prajna's coldness, and he also drank all night.

As for the others, only their own hearts know what they feel.

The swordsman laughed secretly when he looked in the dark, although he didn't understand the rules in these tribes, but he also understood that this Mo Wuyu was deliberately matching his grandson and Prajna. It's just that it seems that this Mo Li is a little angry, and he didn't say a few words to Prajna at all, and he also made Prajna disgusted.

"Pranya, have you slept?"

Prajna was cultivating in the house, but he heard a continuous sound outside the house.

"Not yet, Uncle Lianbo has finished eating? ”

Pranya stood up, opened the door and let Lian Bo in.

"Hehe, if you're depressed, aren't you? Have you eaten enough? Seeing that you were so left, I brought you some food. ”

Lian Bo put the food he was holding on the table and said with a smile.

"When you are full, Uncle Laurenbo is worried. I wonder if Uncle Lianbo has anything to instruct?"

Prajna said.

"Pranya, we are in the Mo tribe, we can't compare to our own home, it's hard for you tonight. ”

Lian Bo said apologetically. As the high priest of the tribe, he felt that he had not protected Prajna. But if you come forward to denounce the situation at that time, I am afraid that it will cause a war between the two tribes. Let's not talk about whether it is appropriate for a civil war to start at this time. What's more, it's hard to say how many of the 100 people alone can leave safely.

"Nothing. Prajna understands Uncle Lianbo's difficulties. ”

Prajna understands that she is not a stupid person.

"Well, I'm just here to tell you. I'll arrange for people to take turns guarding outside your house, and I'll always be outside and shout if there's something. ”

Lian Bo said.

"No, let's all get some rest. The people of the Mo tribe shouldn't be so bold, right?"

Prajna wants to excuse himself. Everyone hasn't had a good rest these days. She didn't want everyone to do this for her anymore.

"It's okay, I'll arrange it, I'm outside, I have to be on guard. You just have a good rest. ”

Lian Bo said undoubtedly.