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Can there be no sacrifice.

There are so many tribes, each with their own beliefs. Uro is really surprised how these three tribes sacrificed together. Haven't they ever fought?

But all this is still unknown, because the three tribes are still communicating, so Uro has no way of knowing how it will develop.

But soon, Wu Luo put this idea behind him——Yan appeared.

Yan didn't come out of the small building, but came from the wilderness. He came from the shadows, appearing peacefully in the world like a flame's shadow in the glaring brightness.This time Yan didn't sit on any wild beast, Liu Jun just followed behind him docilely, but he still looked high and even a little unpredictable.

Of course he didn't see Uro among the crowd, but Uro saw him very clearly, just like the first time they met.

Born to be the focus.

Everyone stood up unanimously, crossed their arms around their chests, and bowed to him. All the tribes came here for Yan Cai. They looked up at him as if they were in awe of a god, as if they believed in heaven and earth. It was a natural thing.

Jie followed the crowd in panic and bowed her head.

Only Uro looked at him, as if he was just a bystander of the times.

However, Yan Mo didn't care, and Wu Luo suddenly realized that the fatal danger never lay on that gorgeous face, but from those clean eyes.

No matter how grand the scene in this world is, it can't impress this hard-hearted man. He looks at everything in the world with a playful and playful look.

He is a god wandering in this wilderness. He is neither good nor evil. Occasionally, he leans down to protect human beings for a moment, and he will gently pluck the bowstring to take his life.

It has nothing to do with any morality, Yan just never put other people in his eyes.

The solitary are both gods and beasts.

Uro has always followed the rules and followed the iron rules. He is against this man in everything, but a human being is a human being, with a mortal body, and what he thinks and thinks is not just out of reason.

Yet he is the pinnacle of **.

Uro moistened his dry lips subconsciously.

The sage could hardly resist this dissolute and deadly allure.