The blood on Ah Luo's face faded cleanly, and he looked at his father in disbelief: "Daddy, is it so important in your heart that the position of the patriarch is so important?" If you hurt me, don't say anything, but you want to hurt my brother? ”

The old man blushed and roared in a low voice, "Dead girl, what do you know? Back then, your father was supposed to be the patriarch, but it was your uncle who used trickery to seize the position of patriarch. As a result, you see that our black seedlings are in his hands, and they end up like this. Daddy, I just want to revive the black seedlings, what's wrong? ”

Ah Luo sneered: "If it weren't for Daddy, you wouldn't have been convinced that day, you wouldn't have come up with the idea of throwing your eight-year-old daughter to Bai Miao as a spy, and you wouldn't have let your daughter work together to exterminate Bai Miao because of her plot against Bai Miao." If it weren't for Bai Miao's extermination, I am afraid that I would not be able to attract my mother's son, causing today's disaster, to speak, it was Daddy's greed that caused the destruction of Hei Miao, how to blame others? ”

Feng Gulu was furious: "I know that you are a white-eyed wolf, and after being raised by Bai Miao for a few days, you forgot your father and mother, right?" Your grandmother died for you to blow herself up, and you still call Miao Qingge your grandmother! I think you've long forgotten that you're a black Miao and think of yourself as a white seedling, right? ”

Ah Luo looked at his father with disdain, and snorted, don't look over, don't want to look at him again.

The Great Elder slapped Ah Luo's face, and the crisp applause was particularly loud in the cramped dark room.

Ah Luo's face was beaten to the side, and five obvious finger marks soon appeared on her delicate skin, and the corners of her mouth were also torn, and a trace of scarlet ran down the corners of her mouth. Ah Luo's whole body was weak, and she didn't have the heart to wipe the blood from the corners of her mouth, she only looked at her father coldly, her eyes full of resentment.

Feng Gulu took a step back from this Ah Luo's eyes, and felt that he seemed to be a little embarrassed by this appearance, glared at Ah Luo hatefully, stomped his feet, and went out angrily.

Seeing the figure of the wind purring leaving, Ah Luo lowered his head, and a few crystal drops of water fell on the ground in front of him.

In the council hall, the patriarch announced the second suggestion, to sacrifice Ah Luo as a sacrifice to Bai Miao, and then sign a covenant, Hei Miao will serve Bai Miao as the main one within fifty years, without two hearts, and offer a large number of precious gems, miraculous medicines, and secret Gu, in exchange for the opportunity to melt Miao to survive, looking forward to a comeback after fifty years.

As soon as this proposal came out, there was silence below, send Ah Luo to death, and come by himself, of course, he is willing, but he can serve Bai Miao as the master for fifty years, which makes it difficult for Hei Miao people to accept it.

The atmosphere froze for a while, but the second elder saw the opportunity and came out to explain: "Don't panic, everyone, even if Bai Miao is the main thing?" Bai Miao is now withered, and if he wants to restore his heyday appearance, he is afraid that it will be difficult to reach the blue sky. There are few of them, there are many of us, as long as we endure for the first few years, and when the time eases up, let's secretly cultivate the sons and daughters of the clan, why worry about the black seedlings? Don't lose a big one because of a small thing, because of a momentary anger, ruin my black seedling's century-old foundation! ”

The words of the two elders made everyone feel enlightened and expressed their approval.

In the dark room, there is a special pipe, and Ah Luo, who can hear all the movements above, listened to the clansmen say one by one, let Ah Luo die quickly, in exchange for everyone's lives, or imagine a good day for the future of Hei Miao's revival, the corners of his mouth curled up a mocking arc, his eyes looked at the top of the dark room without waves, and a line of tears slowly flowed down his cheeks.

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Baimiao Dazhai.

Miao Qingge sat high at the head of the council hall, and several Bai Miao elders sat in two columns.

One of the elders of the Black Miao was humbly prostrate on the ground, his hands raised above his head, holding a pair of scrolls in his hands.