The monarch of Hanyue Country, Ye Shaoting took a deep look at Zuo Yan, put his right hand on Zuo Yan's shoulder and patted it, "The Zuo family has been the prime minister for generations, and when I came to Lord Zuo, I have made remarkable achievements, which is really the luck of the Zuo family and the luck of the country." ”

There was no wave on Zuo Yan's face, and he bowed deeply to Ye Shaoting, "Your Majesty has a good reputation." ”

Then he stopped talking.

I'm afraid that only he knows in his heart that the emperor relies on the Zuo family on the surface, but he is just for the high priest to see, in fact, the Zuo family no longer has any status in Hanyue Country.

In order for the lintel to continue to exist on the Muchen Continent, he could only take refuge in the High Priest faction.

What made him happy was that the high priest still attached great importance to Prime Minister Zuo's family, at least the position of Zuo Jian was more stable.

Putting aside these chaotic thoughts in his mind, the nine-tailed owl, who was still standing near the altar and wailing, was in a dilemma.

He is a genuine human being, he has never dealt with spirit beasts, even if the Hanyue Kingdom has enslaved the entire race of nine-tailed owls for ten thousand years, he has never gotten along with spirit beasts at zero distance.

Now, if this nine-tailed owl doesn't leave, they won't be able to hold a ceremony to worship the sky, how can this be good?

Usually those guards who often deal with the Nine-Tailed Owl are dispatched together, but no one can persuade the Nine-Tailed Owl to leave here, the Nine-Tailed Owl stubbornly stood not far from Hua Moling, looking at Hua Moling, and screaming sadly.

"I'll have to teach him a lesson."

Hua Moling vaguely heard that the crowd didn't know who said such a sentence.

Turning his head suddenly, Hua Moling saw that someone seemed to have taken something and was approaching the Nine-Tailed Owl, the Nine-Tailed Owl obviously knew what kind of thing that person was in his hand, with a frightened expression on his face, constantly flapping his wings.

Seeing that the nine-tailed owl's resistance seemed to be becoming more and more intense, Hua Moling took a step and stopped the guard who was approaching the nine-tailed owl, "Stop." ”

The guard was taken aback by Hua Moling's sudden movements, "What are you going to do?" ”

Hua Moling stared into the guard's eyes, "I have a way to get him to leave." ”

The guard was taken aback by Hua Moling's determined tone, "Do you have a way?" What can you do, we've run out of soft ones, we should use some hard ones for him, let him know that it's amazing! ”

There was a ruthlessness in the guard's tone, and what made Hua Moling feel even more sad was that he thought he was doing the right thing, and there were still people in the crowd who responded to his statement.

Hua Moling's heart suddenly spread with a burst of sadness, "I really want to know, what does a spirit beast mean to you?" ”

Is it a pet that can make you feel face, or a tool that allows you to experience the joy of flying in the sky?

As human beings, why should we demand from them?

The guards were frightened by Hua Moling's reaction, after all, on the Muchen Continent, this has become a habit, a common sense, their ancestors have lived like this for generations, and there is no meaning at all.

Hua Moling suppressed the anger in his heart and walked to the side of the nine-tailed owl.

Just when those guards thought that Hua Moling was looking for death, and the nine-tailed owl would definitely bow his head and eat her, the nine-tailed owl actually lay on the ground obediently and put his head in front of Hua Moling, it seemed that he wanted to enjoy Hua Moling's touch.

In front of everyone's eyes, Hua Moling really touched the soft feathers on the head of the nine-tailed owl, and even buried his face in it.

"You get out of here first, I will protect myself and ask myself, it will be fine, I will definitely save you, save your people, definitely, you believe me."

Muttering, those guards didn't hear clearly what Hua Moling was saying buried in the huge feathers of the Nine-Tailed Owl, but the Nine-Tailed Owl actually stood up from the ground, vibrated its huge wings, and left Hua Moling's side with a sad roar.

He finally glanced at Hua Moling deeply, what kind of meaning was in that look, people like them would probably never understand.

When the high priest sitting on the high platform saw this, he only let out a cold snort from his nose.

"What about the goddess? Today, I will sacrifice to heaven with your blood! ”

That resentful gaze seemed to burn a huge hole in Hua Moling's body, even if Hua Moling's attention was not on the high priest's body, he could feel this vicious gaze.

It's like a huge poisonous python, encircled and wrapped around Hua Moling's body.

Hua Moling turned around, this was the first time she had met the high priest's eyes.

I don't know why, Hua Moling actually had a very familiar feeling in the bottom of her heart.

"Alright, prepare for the heavenly sacrifice ceremony, and tie that demon girl to the pillar for me."

Hua Moling's hands and feet were tied up and erected in the center of an open field, tied to a wooden shelf in large characters, and Hua Moling's feet were full of dry firewood that seemed to burn her.

A bonfire was lit not far from Hua Moling, and although it was daytime, Hua Moling could still see the skyrocketing fire.

It was like a tribe that lived in the territory of Hanyue Country, where people were dressed in strange clothes, and they danced unknown dances around the bonfire, shouting something that Hua Moling couldn't understand.

It seems to be some kind of ritual, Hua Moling thought.

Looking up, on the high platform opposite Hua Moling, there were several people sitting, all of whom seemed to be the rulers of Hanyue Country, and sitting at the highest place of power were Ye Shaoting, the monarch of Hanyue Country, and that weird high priest, and the eyes of the two of them fell on Hua Moling's body.

The former is ambiguous, and the latter seems to be about to cut her with a thousand knives.

The corners of Hua Moling's mouth pursed into a vague smile, it seemed that the ceremony of sacrificing to the heavens had begun.

"Xiao Kun."

Hua Moling silently recited Xiao Kun's name a few times in her heart.

Xiao Kun's voice suddenly jumped out of Hua Moling's mind, "Sister, are you looking for me?" ”

Hua Moling asked her, "When my hands and feet are tied, can I go into the Qiankun Ring?" ”

If this fire really burns, she can find a way for herself to survive.

If she uses a knife to cut Hua Molin, she is confident that she still has a few chances of survival, but if she sets it on fire, she doesn't know if she can survive it.

Xiao Kun's voice was a little incredible, "Sister, do you look down on me, or do you look down on Lord Qiqi?" Xiao Kun is an artifact, an artifact!

If a mere rope can stump Xiao Kun, the artifact is no different from broken copper and iron in this world! ”

Xiao Kun said angrily, even if Hua Moling couldn't see her face now, she could feel that Xiao Kun was pinching her waist in anger, stomping her feet, and pointing at Hua Moling to teach her a hard lesson.