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Fearing that he would be entangled by Moli again, Prajna took a few more steps into the woods. But she was still very measured, she didn't go too far, and she was still within the distance that she could hear when she shouted.

Prajna lowered his head and walked slowly into the woods, because the forest was very dense, so only a faint moonlight shone through the gaps between the branches, and the whole forest looked gloomy.

Prajna didn't seem to notice the gloomy atmosphere in the woods. Compared with these external objects, she feels that the human heart is more terrifying.

In the past, Prajna had always stayed in the tribe, and the farthest he had been to the forest outside the tribe. The villagers in the tribe are also very kind and have always been peaceful. Before this, Prajna had never imagined that the world would be so complicated. Deep down, she still prefers to believe that everyone is kind. No matter how much she hated war, she didn't feel that both sides of the war were evil. Her wishful thinking was that no one would want to go to war if there was a better option.

But what happened in the past two days completely overturned the preconceived thoughts of Prajna, and also completely destroyed the little longing that she had been carefully protecting in her heart. Only then did she realize that someone was so despicable.

Prajna had already learned about Mo Wuyu's thoughts from Uncle Lianbo, and he hated Mo Li even more because of this. But what if she knew? Even if she was a saint hand-picked by the great god Chiyou? Maybe the great god didn't remember that there was a small tribe in this remote place, and there was a holy woman whom he had hand-picked.

In addition to these auras, she is just a weak woman. She lost her father and mother a long time ago, and she has a knot in her heart about her grandfather, so she has always been more introverted on weekdays. Prajna, who has been relatively independent since he was a child, suddenly felt a little at a loss when he encountered this kind of thing that he had never encountered before. That's why she thought of going to this forest alone to relax.

It's just that she didn't know that this decision had brought a huge disaster to herself by mistake.

Although it was already dark and the sun had left people's sight after a day's rage, the woods were too dense for the evening breeze to blow in, so the woods still looked a little stuffy.

Prajna found a relatively flat stone and sat down. In the past few days, except for the short sleep time at night, even when she was in a hurry, she was also practicing divine arts, which made Praruo very tired. It's okay to say that the physical fatigue is good, but the mental tension has been high and she can't support it.

What should other twelve-year-old girls do now? Playing in the fields with their friends, or snuggling up to their parents?

Prajna leaned his back on the trunk of the tree and thought intently.

If she could have the right to choose, she would rather not be this noble saint if she could exchange her father's life for her mother. In the past few years, she often thinks of the eyes of her father and mother when she left when she was a child. It's spoiling, reluctance, and deep self-blame.

On the night of the oracle, the mother hugged Prajna and cried into tears, constantly muttering to herself that she should not have brought Prajna into this world. If Prajna had been born in another tribe, perhaps he would have escaped the fate of the saint.

If it is still young, I don't understand why my mother said this. Isn't a saint very noble, and why doesn't my mother want to be a saint herself?

It wasn't until later that Prajna understood. Although the saint has a noble status. But most of them don't die well. Especially in today's troubled times.

Within a few days, my mother and father left with the tribe's large army to go to the front, and never returned. Only after a long time, three of the people in the tribe who had gone out with their father and mother returned, and they brought back the news of his father's death.

At that time, Prajna was already vaguely sensible. She knew that her father and mother were going for herself, and there were many people in the tribe who were going for herself. If it is normal, the tribe only needs to send a team of two hundred people to follow it. But because they didn't go, the tribe had to send a hundred more men to fight, and they did the most dangerous thing.

After knowing the truth of the matter, Praruo hated her grandfather very much, and it was her patriarch grandfather who made the decision to settle this matter, which caused the three hundred warriors of the tribe to bury their bones in another country. She blames herself even more because it's all because of her. If it weren't for her, the warriors of the tribe might not have suffered so many casualties.

Prajna was cold, not because she was arrogant, but because she felt ashamed of everyone in the tribe. Nearly every family has had people die on the battlefield because of her. She was afraid to see the smiling faces of her people, afraid that they would smile and shout their names, and shush herself. Why don't they hate themselves? They killed their relatives. Is it just because she was born a saint? Just because she is a saint, can countless people be willing to sacrifice for themselves?

If you can't figure it out, you don't want to think about it. But the good side of human nature is deeply engraved in the heart of Prajna Flawless.

Prajna looked up at the treetops, the dense foliage obscuring the light of the moon. But the moonlight still tried to shine down on the leaves, trying to shine through the dense foliage, spilling the light on every inch of the land.

Prajna was stunned with her hair back. Suddenly, she heard two subtle noises, one after the other, as if something was there?

Prajna could tell that the first sound was behind him, and the next sound behind him was on his side. Prajna subconsciously thinks that something has jumped from behind him to his side. So she looked in the direction the voice was coming from.

After being in the woods for so long, Prajna had gradually adapted to the dim environment, but there was nothing there, just when Prajna was confused. She suddenly felt a pain in the back of her neck, and then she didn't know anything.

Outside the woods, Lian Bo was sitting on the edge of the woods, meditating cross-legged.

"Brother Lianbo, there's nothing wrong with you here, right?"

At this time, Mo Ling walked over and asked. He always felt that everyone was a little weird tonight.

"Nothing. ”

Lian Bo opened his eyes and saw that it was Mo Ling, so he replied.

"Why is Brother Lian Bo sitting here?

Mo Ling was relieved when he heard Lian Bo say this, but suddenly remembered something and asked.

"Prajna said she was going for a walk in the woods, so I stayed here and didn't let anyone go in and disturb her. ”

Lian Bo looked back at the dark woods and replied.

"The saint went to the woods? ”

Upon hearing that the Holy Maiden had gone alone in the woods, Mo Ling was shocked.