"What's wrong with me? Aren't all the qiē I made for the tribe? Brother, what do you mean by that? "Wizard Murong doesn't think that he is wrong, even if he ended up like that in his previous life, he still blames others for his fault, hating himself for not being a son-in-law, but he has never been able to self-examine.

"There's no need to do so many cruel things for the sake of the Tribal Alliance, brother, you shouldn't be in the company of insect poison, look at your current appearance!" Amuka sighed again and again, quite hating that iron does not become steel.

"I said it all, these are all the faults of Mo Yier's stinky woman." Wizard Murong saw that Amuka was now looking like he was not going to eat oil and salt, and he became annoyed again, in this life, he had already put all the fault on Mo Yi'er in his thinking. Because of Mo Yi'er, his little wolf will die, and because of Mo Yi'er, he can't be a good thing. Because of Mo Yi'er, he became this ghost. He kept cursing Mo Yi'er in his heart, hoping that Mo Yi'er would disappear here and never appear.

Amuka raised his forehead, he and the wizard Murong couldn't tell clearly, and he didn't like Amuka to say Mo Yi'er's ugly words again and again, so he diverged the topic. "You heal your wounds first, and in a few days we will sacrifice to the gods at the altar!"

Hearing this, Wizard Murong's face froze. "Well, don't worry!"

"If you're not in a hurry, then you're not in a hurry. However, the altar is right in front of us, and if we don't worship the gods and ask the gods for instructions, we can't move on to the next step. "Amuka is really not in a hurry, because he doesn't want to confront Mo Yi'er head-on at all.

"I'll recuperate first, and when the injury is healed, I'll choose a day to worship the gods!" Wizard Murong said.

Amuka nodded, and after saying so much, he didn't want to stay in the sorcerer Murong's shed anymore. "Okay, then you can take care of your injuries!" After that, several clansmen who took care of the wizard Murong were instructed to be attentive, and Amika has always treated this brother very well. After saying this, he was about to leave, but was stopped by the wizard Murong.

"Brother......

"Anything else?"

"That...... What about the white wolf? Wizard Murong seemed to have a hard time speaking, but he finally asked.

Amika's mind was clear, and when he saw him like this, he didn't immediately answer: "Is there something wrong with the white wolf?" ”

"Brother, can you give me the white wolf?" Wizard Murong thought hard in his heart, without help, he would not be able to beat Mo Yi'er, not to mention that now that the strength of the golden lion has recovered, he must be looking for a helper. His little wolf was dead, and there was no body left, so he hit the idea at the white wolf of Amika.

When these words came out, Amika was not very surprised, but there was still a sense of anger rising in his heart. "No, you can't!" After saying that, he turned around and left!

"Brother, don't go, give me the white wolf! I'm very weak now, if I didn't have the white wolf, I would definitely be killed by Mo Yi'er next time! "Wizard Murong struggled to get up and grab Amuka, but his body was weak, where could he touch Amuka a little?

Amika was angry in his heart, but he paused slightly, and walked out of the shed as if he hadn't heard. After walking far away, he heard the wizard Murong cursing in a low voice: "I'm here, who's rare!" Mo Yi'er, this slut, I must kill you, I must be the lord of this world. ”

Amika's anger was even greater, if it weren't for the fact that the wizard Murong was so weak, he would have taught him a good lesson. He did not go directly to his shed, but went to the nearby woods, and the people who followed him were sent away by him, and walked slowly on the green grass alone.

The weather is getting warmer, and the wildflowers are everywhere, exuding bursts of thought. Occasionally, a few small animals passed by from a distance, making a slight noise, Amika had to admit that the territory in the Flowing Cliff tribe was a very rich and good place, he had been to many places for a while, but the richest was the territory of the Flowing Cliff tribe. He thought it would be nice if it became his domain.

People are selfish and ambitious, and he also wants to occupy more territory, be admired, respected and surrendered by more people. The territory of the Dashan tribe is actually very rich, but because of its proximity to the Renyan Mountain, the territory of Daozhì is becoming more and more unsafe. As he penetrated the connections between the tunnels at the bottom of the mountain and the places, he felt more and more the wonder of the world. After walking for about twenty minutes, he stopped under an old tree, his back resting on the thick trunk, and his body was slightly lazy. This is a state that has never been seen before people, he is strict with himself, and he never wants to show his true side to others.

And now, with no one around him, he was completely relaxed. A string of loud whistles blew from his mouth, and soon, a white wolf rushed in the distance.

The white wolf was as obedient as a big dog in front of him, crouching at his feet, allowing him to gently caress its wolf hair.

"You have to be careful of some brother in the future, he is very dangerous. You have grown up with me since childhood, and I don't want you to be like a little wolf, alas! Amika sighed, the white wolf and the brown wolf were born of the same litter, a wolf on the mountain with a human face and a wolf under the mountain, and they had more powerful instincts than ordinary wolves. He has carried it with him for so many years, and he has an extraordinary emotion with it. Although the brown wolf has become the mount of the wizard Murong, he has known it since he was a child, and he will not be indifferent when he learns that it is dead. I couldn't accept that the brown wolf was dead and was used by the wizard Murong, so Amika would never allow his white wolf to be poisoned by the wizard Murong.

The white wolf choked a few times in response to Amika. Compared to brown wolves, white wolves are more spiritual.

Amuka patted its huge head again, and his eyes were full of love. "It's good that you know, alas! Do you remember Mo Yi'er? She is my enemy now, and I am afraid that she hates me so much! She saved you, what would you do if you needed to fight her one day? ”

A little confusion flashed on the white wolf's heroic face, and he didn't know what to do.

Amuka was like an ordinary person babbling for a long time, and if his entourage heard it, their jaws would drop in shock. As the leader of the outer tribes, Amika's image has always been tall and majestic. Such a down-to-earth behavior really does not attach to his identity.

Five days later, through the efforts of various insects in his body, Wizard Murong's body finally recovered. But he didn't show that he was in a completely good state, but let his people support him, staring at the altar from a distance.

The altar had not been cleaned for a long time, it was covered with dust, and the strange pattern drawn by the wizard Aunt Ping a long time ago had been blurred. There were messy leaves on it, and the petals were scattered, and I don't know when the wind sent them to the altar.

Actually, this place doesn't seem to have much of a peculiarity from the outside, but it is just a high platform made of stones. But for many years, primitive humans have believed that this is the closest place to the gods, so when looking at this altar, the mood is subtle, so that this ordinary high platform looks full of mystery.

At this moment, the wizard Murong saw that this altar was not mysterious, but terrifying.

He came through time and naturally believed in the gods. Therefore, he became more and more jealous. He was afraid that when he presided over the worship of the gods here, something would happen to him. Before meeting Mo Yi'er, he had never had such an idea, but after meeting Mo Yi'er, he was bewitched by her words several times, and he was afraid that he would suffer retribution if he didn't know when.

There was a sound of footsteps behind him, and when he turned around, he saw a woman looking at him with a smile, and lightly opened her red lips: "Wizard Murong, are you planning to worship the gods?" I've been looking forward to it, after worshipping the gods, we'll rush over and kill Mo Yi'er, haha! At the end, the woman laughed happily. She had a ruddy complexion, red lips and white teeth, but on closer inspection, her face was very strange.

"It's Yao Nu!" The wizard Murong also laughed, waved away the clansmen who were supporting him, and took Yao Nu into his arms. "I finally know why you hate Mo Yi'er so much, at this moment, I am in the same mood as you."

Yao Nu smiled even more happily when she heard this, and her eyes were full of longing. "Then let's kill Mo Yi'er together, throw it into the woods, and feed the beasts!"

"No, her blood is good, I'm going to feed my worms with her flesh!" Wizard Murong touched Yao Nu's face, "Your face is getting more and more slippery, tsk!" ”

"This is not the reason for Wizard Murong You, with these little insects, I can become more and more beautiful!" Yao Nu's hand also caressed her glorious face, as if she had sensed it, and a bag the size of a grain of rice suddenly rose under the smooth skin, jumping and jumping with Yao Nu's touch.

"Such a good thing, of course, is for the woman I like. Is Yaoyao okay? ”

"Okay, it's just that the man in our tribe asks Yaoyao to call him Father every day, hmph, he deserves it! Wizard Murong, when will you be able to make it public that Yao Yao is your son? ”

"What's the hurry, it's fast, waiting for my news. When the time comes, I'll take you all into my cave to take care of! ”

Yao Nu nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and her crippled hand under her wide animal skin sleeve swayed, and a hand was reborn on it. From a distance, this hand looks like a human hand, but if you look closely, you can see that there are fine scales on it, spreading out from the crippled area, which is very strange.

I have to say that this wizard Murong is very powerful. First, the insects controlled the brown wolf, then gave the brown wolf a regenerated eye, and then demonized the brown wolf, and now, the human man's broken hand was also taken out by him.

He can be regarded as an out-and-out genius, but these talents are used in crooked ways. If he is willing to follow the right path, whether in his previous life or in this life, he will be a promising man.