The square was full of the tribesmen of the snow wolf tribe, and the orcs walked together, some talking and laughing, and some with children.

In the middle of the square, there are several bonfires, and people come and go towards the bonfires and sit around them, which is very lively.

Looking at the scene in front of her, the snow kite remembered the time when she had lived in the jungle with the expedition. A bunch of people sit around the campfire to discuss the events of the day, and if they are tired, go back to sleep.

She always liked to stay a little longer, sit by the campfire and add some firewood to it. Looking up at the stars and the moon in the sky, if there is moonlight, you can also look at the surrounding scenery, which is very pleasant.

It wasn't until the people around her patted her that Snow Kite came back to her senses. Facing the man's smiling face, his heartbeat skipped a few beats. No matter how many times she watched it, she thought the man was good-looking. When she thought that such a good-looking man was hers, she couldn't help but feel a little proud.

Mo Yan saw her smiling happily, and knew that she had come to the right place today. The little females really liked the campfire, and this was their first time together, but it would never be the last.

The little milk bag stretched out two hands in front of them, the two looked at each other and smiled, one took the other, and walked towards the center of the square with the little milk bag.

Along the way, the eyes of the clansmen fell on them. The young females of the tribe were a little disappointed when they saw the snow kite. Adults have a partner, and they don't have a chance.

Over the years, Mo Yan has never had a female by his side, even if he was a former partner, he was well protected by him and was rarely seen by others.

It wasn't until the war a few years ago that the clansmen learned that the adult's partner had been killed by the Snow Eagle tribe.

At the end of the war, many females fell in love with Mo Yan and had the heart to befriend her. But in the face of his cold gaze, he did not dare to approach again.

Seeing the smile on his face, the females felt that their eyes were broken. The adults were always expressionless in front of them, and even their voices were cold.

Now that there are females standing with her, they are a little envious and jealous.

Snow Kite is very good-looking, with a small melon seed face, big round eyes, long eyelashes and long black hair, with ruddy lips and a slender waist, she is a beautiful woman.

Many orcs in the tribe were a little excited when they saw this, and let out a whining cry to express their love for her.

Thinking of this, Mo Yan was a little happy. The female, which is the envy of all the people, is his, and no one can snatch it away from him.

Following the pouring moonlight, Mo Yan looked at her face. Although she looks very similar to Kite, she is a little more charming and pure, as if there is no one on the iceberg, and he is full of fever, and his Adam's apple keeps rolling.

Mo Yan felt that he was a little out of shape, forced down his inner impulse, and stood in the middle of the square with the little milk bag and the snow kite.

He turned his head away from the snowy kite. The little female in front of him hooked his soul and made his heart churn. But in order for today's congress to be held smoothly, he must suppress his body's impulses.

Snow Kite looked at the man's appearance and felt a little funny. However, the man is the patriarch and the hope of the tribe. At this time of day, she can't let him make a fool of himself, and she can't disgrace him.

The man coughed lightly, and the surrounding clansmen fell silent. The witch came over from the campfire and stood beside Mo Yan, ready to complete today's sacrifice with him.

The orcs took out the food they had prepared in advance and placed it neatly around the campfire in front of Mo Yan. The witch tapped her staff lightly, closed her eyes, and prayed to the beast god.

Mo Yan's gaze swept around, until the clansmen silently closed their eyes and began to pray to the beast god, he glanced at the little milk bag and the snow kite, and then closed his eyes and prayed with the clansmen.

Following the local customs, Snow Kite let go of the hand holding the little milk bag, whispered a few words in his ear, and then closed her eyes with the little milk bag.

The flames in the campfire danced like a living life. There was silence all around, with occasional insect chirps. The clansmen closed their eyes together in tacit understanding, looking forward to the arrival of the beast god.

The beast god is the god of the continent, and every tribe regards him as the supreme leader, worships him, and prays to him. This is the most primitive worship, and it is the piety of the hearts of the people.

Until the witch's voice sounded, the people around them opened their eyes. Mo Yan looked at the snow kite, she had just opened her eyes, and her long eyelashes added a bit of color to those eyes.

At the man's eyes, Snow Kite smiled. Mo Yan looked at it, a little stupid, the surrounding scenery lost all color at this moment.

His little female prayed with him and expressed her inner respect to the beast god. Having such a person with him through the wind and rain warmed his heart.

"Great Beast God, thank you for blessing the Snow Wolf Tribe, we will offer food and loyalty to protect this Pure Land with you."

Following the sound, the snow kite's gaze met that of the witch. The witch took one look, surprised, and then looked away.

The expression on the witch's face was gentle and kind, but the old and deep voice made people feel a little respectful. Even the snow kite admired this old female from the bottom of her heart.

The witch woman pondered on the side, frowning slightly, her eyes deep.

The females around Mo Yan were a little similar to the people back then. This surprised her, and felt that it was normal.

Mo Yan's infatuation back then, he and she saw it in their eyes. The grief of the child's departure was a pity.

She advised Mo Yan many times, but only to say some comforting words. Mo Yan is not a person who is greedy for feelings, he knows the responsibilities and burdens on his body, and the witch has never worried that he will do something out of line.

But she knew very well that standing by Mo Yan's side now was the messenger who would bring new vitality to the snow wolf tribe in the prophecy, and her status was beyond the reach of the females back then.

The witch smiled and walked up to her, took her hand, and whispered in her ear. Hearing the witch's words, her pupils shrank. She didn't expect that the witch would know that she was from another world.

The witch's words were filled with a bit of anticipation. The witch hopes that together with Mo Yan, she can lead the snow wolf tribe to a new life.

But she knew that there was too little she could do, and she didn't promise anything to her mother-in-law, just kept silent.

Mo Yan is the head of the clan, and she stands by his side, but she should contribute to the tribe. Mo Yan shielded her from the wind and rain, and she should also do something for the tribe and do her best to help this person who puts herself at the top of her heart.

After saying what she had to say, the witch smiled at her and walked away. Mo Yan looked at this scene and was a little shocked in his heart.

The fact that a witch can talk to her little female like this must be because she is extremely valued for her. With the approval of her mother-in-law, she can better survive in the tribe.

The mother-in-law has such a thought, which makes him feel a little more grateful to his mother-in-law. In the past few years, his mother-in-law enlightened him several times and helped him resist the doubts of the clansmen.

Without his mother-in-law, he would not be where he is today, and there would be no prosperous snow wolf tribe today.

At the end of the sacrifice, the voices of the clansmen slowly came again. Everyone sat around the campfire, talking and laughing, and the orcs thoughtfully roasted their mates and cubs, and it was peaceful and peaceful.

Mo Yan walked up to her and pulled her to sit down with the little milk bag. The little milk bag excitedly brought raw meat from the side, threaded it with wood chips, and roasted it on the fire.

Snow Kite thought it was funny, took some too, and handed Mo Yan a copy, and the three of them took the meat dressed in the wood chips, and roasted it with a smile, and the people around looked at it, and they all smiled kindly.

A white light fell from the sky and slowly fell on the snow kite's body, encircling her. The people around screamed, and even the witch couldn't help but stand up.

The beast god hadn't come for too long, making her feel that the snow wolf tribe had been forgotten. Knowing today, she has a new hope and a determination to continue to lead the tribe to a new life.

"Blessed by the beast god, it seems that the good days of the snow wolf clan are coming."

"I didn't expect that someone in the tribe could be blessed, this is the first time I've seen it."

"I thought that there would be a blessing from the beast god at the bonfire meeting, but I didn't expect it to be true."

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Before the exclamations of the clansmen stopped, the snow kite slowly opened her eyes, only to see an old man in front of the white light, looking at her with a smile.

The old man didn't speak, just reached out and patted her arm gently. The snow kite felt a little painful, and just wanted to ask out loud, but the old man slowly disappeared with the white light.

"We'll see you again if there's a chance."

The sound from the sky puzzled the snow kite, and the mysterious old man made her even more curious. It wasn't until she noticed that the people around her were looking directly at her that the snow kite came back to her senses.

The witch walked up to her and looked at her arm, surprise flashing in her eyes.

"The messenger of the beast god has descended on the snow wolf tribe, and from today onwards, she will work with Mo Yan to bring new life to the tribe."

The surrounding orcs roared excitedly, and the sound was so powerful that it could not be dispersed for a long time. Mo Yan took her hand and held her in his arms.

Mo Yan's eyes were burning, and he couldn't hide his excitement. The little female is his lucky star, the person he loves, and the person who will spend the wind and rain with him in the future.

He believes that together, they can make the snow wolf tribe have a better tomorrow and make the life of their family of three more stable.