"She should have been sacrificed a long time ago, and the gods didn't blame you for concealing it. Xia Wu looked expressionless and tugged at the hem of the clothes that were pulled by Zhanma and continued: "The sacrifice of this witch sacrifice is already there, and the six of you are also favored by the gods, and will become the gods of this witch sacrifice. ”

Xia Wu's words made people happy and worried.

Needless to say, Yingzhi knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing, and the other half-grown children who knelt on the ground never thought that they would suddenly become divine servants, and the joy was self-evident, but Gu Rong, who was standing in it, was expressionless, making people unable to see any emotion.

Of the people present, perhaps only the Tangba family was disheartened, especially Zhanma, who was about to lose two children at the same time.

Tang Ba looked at Zhanma's heart like a knife, she and Kanga are gone, how can Eminem live!

In this world, characters like them can be said to have no right to speak, and Xia Wu's words basically determine everyone's fate. Since she can't escape fate's "care" for her, she must also strive for the impossible to the greatest extent!

"I have a request. Tang Ba stood up and looked into Xia Wu's eyes without squinting, "Give me Eminem for a big tent, and I also have 6 slaves for Eminem, otherwise I won't be a sacrifice." ”

"Who do you think you are?"

"Bold, dare to make a request to Xia Wu!"

The roars of Huku and Tank rang out at the same time, and the two of them looked at Tamba as if they were looking at monsters. Every witch sacrifice sacrifice, let alone make a request, did not even resist, they were obediently resigned, and they had never encountered such a situation.

Tang Ba stared at Xia Wu's gaze without moving, and her hand quietly touched her thigh.

Xia Wu looked up and down several times as if he had seen Tang Ba for the first time before speaking in a deep voice, the meaning of disdain was very obvious, "Do you think it is possible?" ”

"Nothing is impossible. As the words fell, Tang Ba had already pressed the tip of the horned dagger against his face, "I don't think Xia Wu would want to lose such a perfect sacrifice." ”

Xia Wu's face changed as soon as he "brushed", he had never been threatened and despised like this, he was immediately furious, pointed at Tang Ba and said hatefully: "If you destroy my sacrifice, I will let you watch the people here die one by one." ”

"Okay!" Tang Ba curled the corners of his mouth disdainfully, and waved the horn dagger without hesitation.

She knows very well that the chips of her face are all threats, so she might as well gamble!

"You dare!"

"Ah Tang!"

The two hands that wanted to seize the horned dagger were all empty, and the bright red blood was already flowing down the sharp tip of the knife.

The dazzling red frightened Jhamma, and he just stood stunned and didn't dare to move again.

Xia Wu raised his hand to stop the tank and Huku who were about to come forward, and his eyes full of anger were eager to burn Tang Ba directly.

Tang Ba loosened the strength in her hand, she knew that she had won, but her request was not over.

"Before the witch festival, Kanga and I were to be with Eminem. Tang Ba watched Xia Wu continue to raise, "There are 6 of them, none of them can die!"

Xia Wu agreed to all of Tang Ba's requests, and the next day he asked Huku to change the big tent for Zhanma, not only sending slaves and food, but the tent was guarded by tanks and ten slaves, no matter where the three of them went, these guards followed.

Not only that, but the six people who were about to become the gods were also ordered by Xia Wu himself not to say anything about the supernatural powers, and asked Huku to send people to guard them.

Regarding Xia Wu's arrangement, Tang Ba didn't make an inch, she knew that this was already Xia Wu's bottom line, the untouchable bottom line.

The new home is not a little more spacious than the original tent of only nine square meters, but Tang Ba feels that it is far less warm than the previous small tent, I don't know if it is because he is about to leave or because there is no memory here at all.

But no matter what, she had to do her best to arrange everything for Jhama before leaving, so that she could have peace of mind. Kanga, who had the same idea as her, also silently joined in, often taking slaves to hunt beasts, and longing to hunt the meat of the second half of Jhamma's life before he could rest assured.

Every day, Jhamma would sit at the tent and watch the busy Tangba and Kanga silently cry, she didn't know what would happen to the priest when he went to the Wu Tower, she didn't know what the result of the sacrifice would be, she was very afraid of losing her two children, but this was an indisputable fact.

When the sun was about to set, Zhanma lit a fire and prepared to cook for the two children, and Tang Ba, who was burying his head in sewing quilts for Zhanma, stepped forward to pull Zhanma away and persuaded him: "Eminem, let the slaves do these things in the future, you don't have to do it." ”

When the words fell, Tang Ba stretched out his hand and pointed at the slave who was collecting the jerky, "You, you are going to cook the meat, remember to add the yellow cabbage to cook, my Eminem likes to eat like that, remember." ”

"Yes, master. The slave replied and quickly set up the pot.

Damba looked at the slave uneasily, and before leaving, she had to teach the slave how to make the flavor that Eminem liked.

At this time, Kanga also returned with the slave hunting beast, and without being idle for a moment, he commanded the slave to start cleaning up the hunting beast.

Zhanma sat in the corner with a gloomy expression, the fire pit was obviously warm, but her heart was cold to the bone, she hated this big tent, she hated the current life, and even more hated the slaves who disturbed her life.

"All out!" Zhanma couldn't control it anymore, and roared directly, "All slaves go out!"

Tang Ba and Kanga were startled, and when they saw that Zhanma's face was extremely bad, they hurriedly waved away the slaves and gathered around Zhanma, "What's wrong with Eminem?"

The sunrise and sunset of each day reminded Jhamma of the days when she was separated from the children, and she didn't understand what the children wanted, but what she wanted......

Zhanma caressed the cheeks of the two children with pity and kept looking, looking carefully, how good her two children were, capable and good-looking, she wanted to imprint them deeply in her heart, really look at it and look at it less!

"Eminem?" said Donba worriedly, raising his hand to wipe away Jhamma's tears.

"Eminem will take good care of himself and don't worry about me. Jhamma smiled, "Eminem is ...... I just want to see you more, I want to cook something delicious for you, I'm afraid...... I'm afraid I'll never have a chance again......"

"No, Eminem, I will try my best to be like a tank and come back to accompany you, I will protect Ah Tang well, there will be no chance. Kanga said with red eyes.

Tang Ba had already cried into tears, and threw himself into Zhanma's arms and couldn't speak, "Eminem...... Eminem, I'll let ...... Let yourself ...... Live, I will...... Will be back, will be back...... Eminem ......"