Two pieces of residual jade, a dialogue, woke up the two people. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

From Zhong Mo's mouth, Bao Qi learned that Mrs. Ling, who had always cared for her very much, was probably the maid by the side of the queen mother back then, and she had obviously doubted her identity very early, but she was still silently by her side, guarding herself in a family-like way.

At the same time, the complete holy relics also gave Bao Qi another fact, in a few days, the forbidden pool will be opened and the most important sacrificial ceremony of Manro will be carried out.

On that day, it happened to be when Bao Qi was five months pregnant.

It turns out that the holy maidens sacrifice have a fixed day, and since Manro's last saint, the queen mother of Baoqi, was killed, Manro has not prayed for blessings for nearly 20 years, and in the past 20 years, Manro has frequently faced crises, which makes the pharaoh who finally guards the tribe have to risk death to predict in order to seek the last safety and hope of the clansmen.

According to the prompts of the prophecy, bearing the hope of the clansmen, Zhong Mo finally found Bao Qi, for the sake of prudence, Zhong Mo has not announced the search for the Holy Maiden, naturally, he did not tell Bao Qi that the Holy Maiden's May pregnancy and the sacrifice period overlap, it is a once in 10,000 years.

During the pregnancy of the saint, the aura is at its peak, especially on the day of the full month of May, the whole aura reaches a peak, which is not only a 10,000-year opportunity for the entire sacrifice, but also the greatest salvation and gift of the gods for the Manluo tribe.

According to the ancient songs that circulated in the clan, it was already calculated that there would be a May pregnant saint in this era to save the people from fire and water, and the queen and King Manro, in order to see the hope of the May pregnant saint as soon as possible, calculated the time and prayed every day to get pregnant when the next sacrifice came.

Sure enough, the queen was pregnant, and the time was almost in May, but when the entire royal family was excited, the witch doctor calculated the exact time, and the pregnancy period and the sacrifice were exactly one day apart.

This news made King Manroe and the queen lose their entire faces in an instant, and fell into deep worry and fear.

It turns out that although the aura is the most prosperous during pregnancy, but only when the aura reaches its peak during pregnancy in May, in this sacrifice, the aura is enough to protect the saint and the fetus King An unharmed, and at the same time bless the health of the clan, but once it is not full of May, the damage caused during the sacrifice will be unpredictable.

In the end, the sacrifice was held as scheduled, and the disaster in the panic did not come, and the first to come was the birth of the next generation of saints, born with a crippled soul and born stupid.

After Bao Qi heard Zhong Mo's explanation of the May pregnancy, he still expressed his worries, after all, judging from the current situation, the Maiqiu people were obviously not imprisoned, and Bao Qi didn't know if Zhong Mo could imprison the other party in the Falling Moon Seal on that day.

Zhong Mo's eyes flashed with a hint of eagle eyes, and he was extremely firm, "In less than three days, I will definitely be able to capture Maiqiu." ”

Bao Qi remembered that if he was not mistaken, three days later, it would be the day of the sacrifice.

In those days, even in the temple, Bao Qi felt that she could hear the killing sound of the iron horse Jingo outside, the hissing of the charge, and she fidgeted in the room, and the rumbling drum in her heart kept beating, and the worry and apprehension almost exhausted all her patience.

For the first time, she felt a very strong sense of national belonging, and her responsibility was to save this people who belonged to her.

In those few days of waiting, Bao Qi felt that she was suffering, the sound of the war was like an illusion, echoing in her ears all the time, she had never been able to see half of Zhong Mo's face, and even the witch doctor who diagnosed her pulse had no expression.

Although Helan and Yun'er have been comforting Bao Qi, Bao Qi can see from Helan's face that her nervousness is no less than herself, but her responsibility is to protect Bao Qi, no matter how worried she is about the war, she also sticks to the temple and does not take half a step.

This anxiety lasted until the evening of the third day, the witch doctor did not appear after showing Bao Qi's body in the morning, and the people in the palace did not know the situation outside, Bao Qi grabbed the door frame at hand, and guarded the door for nearly two pillars of incense for nearly two times, the night was getting deeper and darker, but outside the temple, there was no movement.

"Lan'er, McChu and Manroe's strength, how ...... difference in strength?"

Bao Qi's inquiry made Helan's heart tighten, but she still said firmly, "The slave believes that His Highness will definitely be able to capture the Maiqiu Clan, and the Maiqiu Rebellion back then was that His Highness was young and mighty, captured the Maiqiu Clan in one fell swoop, and trapped it in the Falling Moon for more than ten years!"

Although she knew that this was a comforting word, after all, the other party was able to escape from the Falling Moon Seal, which meant that the other party's strength would definitely increase, but Bao Qi thought of that deep face like a knife, revealing coldness and confidence, and the demeanor of a foreign royal family in her fanfare, the person who was called her brother, she chose to believe it.

It didn't take long for there to finally be a sound outside the temple, and Bao Qi got up and hurried out to greet her, because she had already heard Zhong Mo's familiar voice.

Zhong Mo was wearing armor that she had never seen before, but it was dyed with blood, and she couldn't see the original color, a scimitar in her hand was bright red, and the blade was still shining with cold light, and the handsome face was covered with scars and stained with blood, but it couldn't hide his cold and arrogant momentum, which was the posture of a victor.

Everywhere the eye could see, all of them knelt on the ground, touched their breasts with one hand, and offered the noblest, most admired, and most unattainable worship to their king and their gods.

"My God blesses, my King is mighty, where the Holy Light is, the Holy Law is boundless!"

The momentum of that night made Bao Qizhen really feel that the most pious and fearless spirit of a clan hit her soul.

The festival was held as scheduled.

In this small land, almost all the people were gathered and radiated outward with the forbidden place in the center of the temple, and they were all kneeling with the people of this country.

They don't have the luxury of Daqi, but in the crowd of people who kneel, Bao Qi can still feel the endless sincerity and expectation in their eyes, and even look up.

Bao Qi was escorted to the door of the temple by two rows of soldiers, and was welcomed to the forbidden pool by hundreds of people led by Zhong Mo, the forbidden pool is not a pool, but an altar dozens of meters high, the altar is very large, and the space inside the entire altar is comparable to a palace.

More than a dozen pharaohs sat around the altar, one of them was the witch doctor who gave birth to Bao Qi, almost all of them had white beards and white hair, reaching to their chests, their faces were pale, their hands were flat on their knees, their eyes were closed, they were muttering words that Bao Qi did not understand.

(To be continued.) )