After discussion, in the end, the kind clansmen agreed to Mo Yi'er to let Yan Yan stay. It's just that the tart card that is responsible for carrying Yan Yan has to walk at the back of the line to ensure that Yan Yan will not come into contact with anyone, while passing the typhoid fever to others. Especially Xiao Yanzi, Xuebai simply treats her as a treasure, always reminding her to stay away from Yanyan, a woman.

Xiao Yanzi naturally won't be disobedient, because she doesn't like Yan Yan either, it's all Yan Yan, so that those two cute little dolls don't have a mother.

They hurried along the difficult path, and when they were about to approach the altar, they returned to the main road. There is no trace of walking here, which makes Mo Yi'er breathe a sigh of relief, which also shows that there are no outsiders who take advantage of the void. Presumably, although the wizard Murong escaped, he still needed a short rest to attack again! And Amika, I don't know if he will attack before the wizard Murong, or will they turn around and attack the tribal alliance together?

While walking towards the altar, Mo Yi'er thought nonsense. It didn't take long to see the clansmen who came to greet him, and they were very excited. In comparison, it was the clansmen who had already set up a sentry that found out that they were back! They have been away for a long time, and this time there are many people from the tribe, which makes the people who stay on the tribe's side very worried. Especially the women of the only flower tribe, let the men of the only flower tribe raise their hearts to their throats. If it weren't for Qianlong to prevent most of the people from following, there might be more people from the Zhihua tribe who were going to go this time. But this time, the tribe lost a new leader.

Mo Yi'er and Si Mo hugged each other tightly, many clansmen also hugged each other, Stella watched from the side, and after a while, the smile on the corner of her lips faded. Mo Yi'er also quickly separated from Si Mola, the little pom pom and Si Mo La said hello, and the scene was quiet for a while, everyone found that something was wrong, even if they didn't know the number, they knew that there were companions who didn't come back.

Mo Yi'er sighed and asked Lian Da to tell everyone about the matter.

When everyone learned that many clansmen had died, the atmosphere was so low that they couldn't breathe for a while, and many men had red circles in their eyes and couldn't hold back their tears, and they silently cursed the wizard Murong and those vicious outsiders in their hearts, and vowed to avenge them.

Because those corpses had already been cremated by Mo Yi'er before, Strathra only needed to ask the wizard Aunt Ping to come to the altar to pray, hoping that these people would not have to suffer after death!

Because of the sad thoughts of the clansmen, the sorcerer Aunt Ping was invited to the altar that night, and all the clansmen participated in the prayer ceremony together, and the clansmen did not mourn until late at night. Some of the men finally couldn't hold back their grief and wept out, they didn't understand why they had to start a war, why they had to die and never see each other again, why? Why exactly did this qiē happen!

They weep, not because they were weak, but because of their true affection for their people. Many of the people who died grew up with them, and they never even imagined that the previous separation would be eternal!

Hongguo cried for Qianlong, after all, he was the man she had loved for many years, and she had grown up with them since childhood. Even Meiqi is very sad. Only spend this part of the tribe and their branches, and since then there has been no leader. With this in mind, Stella asked his people to consult with each other and bring in another leader. Many people were silent, and at this time, it was not so tempting to be a leader. Their minds are full of sorrow and fear for the future. In the end, it was Fujishiba who spoke, and she wanted her current man, Luck, to be the leader of the Flower Tribe.

From Mo Yier's point of view, this is a good choice. But the big tree objected, and Luck was usually too quiet, and many times his sense of existence was too weak. Seeing this, Fujishiba looked at the big tree very proudly, and said, "If you don't agree, you will fight with Luck, and if you win, you will be the leader of the flower tribe." ”

The tree kept his mouth shut, knowing that he couldn't beat Luck.

At this time, Luck walked in front of the tribesmen of the Flower Tribe, and he was completely different from the previous one. After getting Fujishiba, Luck was full of energy, and his confidence radiated from the inside out. He stood in front of the clansmen and said that he would definitely be able to take the position of leader, and do his best to make the clansmen live well, leading the men to protect the women.

He said these words very smoothly, as if he had typed a draft countless times in his mind. Mo Yi'er thinks that he should have been preparing since Qianlong's death, right? Even if Luck didn't have this mind, Fujishiba would let him have this mind. Fujishiba is an extremely intelligent woman, and if it weren't for the fact that she didn't have the heart to be a female leader, it would have been excellent for this leader to let her do it. Now, she once again pushed her man into this position, as long as her mind remains the same, and Luck has enough love for her and is willing to listen to her ideas, then the future only flower tribe must be many times better than before.

After the clansmen dispersed from the altar, Mo Yi'er, accompanied by several men, went to the waterproof wall and drainage canal to take a look. This time, thanks to the waterproof wall and drainage canal, the tribe was able to spend the snowy period by the altar, Simala said. When the snow melts, there is a 'whooshing' water rushing by, and the tribesmen are a little afraid, afraid that the waterproof wall will not be able to resist the water flow and be washed away. But no one expected that the waterproof wall would be so strong.

Mo Yi'er smiled silently, thanks to the memories she brought from the 21st century! There are foundations, bricks, and other hardware that make the waterproof wall much stronger than it looks. In the hearts of all the people, Mo Yier created another legend.

When she walked towards the cave, Mo Yi'er couldn't help but look back at the altar, which was bare and empty. But Mo Yi'er remembered what Xiao Yanzi said, she was the 'Old Ancestor' she saw on the altar! Last time, she also met the gods here with the help of the wizard Aunt Ping. It's really a magical place.

After going back, Mo Yi'er did not rest immediately, but continued to discuss with some tribesmen who had the right to speak in the tribe, such as Stra. The content of this discussion is Yan Yan's punishment.

Including the wizard Aunt Ping, they didn't go to rest, everyone gathered in the middle of the big cave, and Yan Yan, who had fallen asleep because of fatigue and weakness, was lying not far away.

A clansman said that Yan Yan should be executed, and she could treat her own clansmen with it, which was too vicious.

Some said that she should be forgiven, after all, she was the old chief's favorite girl.

Tartka knelt in front of Stella and pleaded for Yan Yan. "Leader of Strathra, when I knew about this, I hated to kill her to avenge Yuzhu. But I didn't expect the child in her womb to die because of me, I am guilty, I ask the leader of Strathra to punish me, and let me be punished in place of Yan Yan! ”

Tart Ka has lost a lot of weight than in the previous days, which shows that he has been condemned by conscience these days. "I'm the one who deprived the tribe of a new life, I'm guilty!"

Stella was a little helpless and didn't know how to persuade Tartka. This man was a diligent worker in the tribe and had made a lot of contributions, and he could not be blamed for this.

Simela patted him on the shoulder and comforted: "Mo Yi'er said that those who don't know are not guilty, so don't blame yourself for all this." If you don't have to be punished to be at ease, then punish your opponent by killing a few more outsiders! ”

These words made Tartka's eyes light up. Why didn't he think of it earlier? What can I do if I am punished now? It's better to kill a few more outsiders to avenge the dead and contribute to the protection of the homeland! "Smora, I see, I see."

The primitive human brain is not well developed, and many things cannot be figured out, as long as someone gives them a little guidance, they will understand.

In the end, everyone gave the final decision on the punishment of Yan Yan to the wizard Aunt Ping, because everyone felt that Yan Yan had received retribution, and this retribution was the will of the gods, so it was best for the next punishment to be decided by the sorcerer, the messenger of the gods.

The wizard Aunt Ping didn't refuse, thought for a while and said, "Since the gods have punished her, then let her sleep next to the altar in the future and clean the altar every day!" Do not leave the altar for the rest of your life, be the cleaner of the altar! ”

Everyone thought this punishment was novel, but it was very good, and they had no opinion. Mo Yi'er was puzzled, why did the wizard Aunt Ping think of this punishment?

Somewhere the mysterious ladder of light leads to the place where the gods live, a languid old man is erecting his golden winged feathers. I kept muttering in my heart: Ouch, it's so good, my beautiful feathers are back. I don't know if the old lady did as I asked to find someone to clean the altar, this group of humans is so lazy, it's really unbelievable to make the altar so dirty.

"Ahhh Why is my spirit fruit gone? Golden Lion, have you seen my spirit fruit? This is what I have been asking for with great difficulty in the Earth Immortal Realm! The god who had ascended from the ancestors of the mountain tribe asked the old man in a painful voice, he had actually determined that it was the old man who took his spirit fruit, and it was just the two of them here, who else could he have? But the old man was so grumpy that he didn't dare to say that he stole it.

The old man raised his eyebrows, his eyes widened, and he loudly denied: "How do I know what kind of bullshit spirit fruit you have?" Didn't see it, didn't see it! ”

"Boom!" The gods are crying in their hearts, don't you see, then how can your grandson's injuries heal so quickly in the world? He wanted to say it, he wanted to ask him, but he didn't have the guts. Even if the two are both gods now, even if he is an early god platform, his strength is not as good as the golden lion power when he was alive! There are no more days of being a god for a hundred years in the past.