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He Ning set off for the deserted city with a pair of dark circles under his eyes.

The day before the departure, it was just in time for the oldest festival in Alan, the Tenjin Festival.The city of Pulan respects the Temple of Otiramus, but it retains the most important traditions of the Aramean Empire era.

On the Tenjin Festival, Modi, dressed in a white robe, holds a golden scepter high, and his long hair is dotted with silver chains and precious stones, looking like a god under the blue sky.

The cattle and sheep dedicated to the gods were sent to the altar, and everyone prayed to heaven with the most pious heart, hoping that the gods would bless Pulan City, hope that the water source of Pulan City would never dry up, and hope that the cattle and sheep would be fatter and stronger. When grazing, you will not encounter packs of desert wolves.

The musicians serving the city lord played ancient strings.Different from the musicians who walk in various cities in the mainland, they played a melody with an ancient and long tune, solemn and solemn.

He Ning stood in an inconspicuous corner, with a black cloth draped over his head, covering half of his face, only the bridge of his nose and chin were exposed.This kind of dress is not uncommon in the eastern desert, but it is a bit conspicuous during the celebration.

Perhaps because he realized that the sight on his body was stinging, He Ning lowered the black cloth on his head and slowly withdrew from the crowd.I didn't want to, but my shoulders were clasped from behind, "The sacrifices on festivals should be offered to the gods by the great witch himself."

The deep voice was very familiar.He Ning turned his head to the side, and Modi, who had already put on a black robe and turban, was standing behind him.All eyes were on the altar, and no one noticed the city lord standing here.

"Great witch?"

"Yes, great witch." The slender, white fingers slid along He Ning's shoulders to the side of his neck, and stopped motionless when he frowned.

The heat from the fingertips made He Ning feel a little uncomfortable, and said, "Hand..."

Before he finished speaking, Moody pressed his shoulders again, supported his chin, and lowered his voice, "Shh, look carefully, do you remember anything?"

Following the strength of his chin, He Ning turned his gaze back to the altar, the bright red blood dyed the patterns carved on the stone platform red, forming symbolic patterns one by one.

In the color of blood, the pattern seemed to come alive, galloping and jumping in front of He Ning's eyes.

A man holding a long sword aloft, offering the sacrificed heart to the god.

Abundant grains, herds of cattle and sheep, warriors holding up their spears, dancing and whirling girls, one after another pictures are displayed in front of He Ning's eyes amidst the sound of drums and music, and flow into his mind.

His consciousness was a little erratic, his strong hands were always on his shoulders, and his deep voice seemed to carry a spell of charm, like sweeping across his heart with the softest feather, "Do you remember? My great witch."

The sound of drums exploded in my ears. On the altar, the yelling of cattle and sheep had long since stopped. A man with strange patterns painted on his face and arms was holding a blood-stained dagger, stepping on his feet vigorously, stepping on it. Grotesque drumming, shouting out strange tones.

"No." Under the cover of the turban, He Ning's eyes could not be seen clearly, but his voice was very clear, "What he did was wrong."

Mu Di leaned close to He Ning's ear, "In Alan now, there is no real great witch, and there is no sacrifice to serve the great witch. The so-called ceremony is just a ceremony to honor the tradition."

The sound of the drum became more and more rapid, and the man on the altar gave a loud shout, fell to his knees, his chest heaved violently, and slammed his hands on the stone platform with force, every time he felt heavy.

No, this is wrong!

Such a ceremony is a blasphemy against the gods, no gods will bless the Alan continent again!

He Ning suddenly pushed aside the crowd, followed the deepest thoughts in his heart, and walked towards the altar step by step.

Mudi didn't hold him back, but stayed beside him. The soldiers guarding in front of the altar put down their weapons and knelt down on one knee at the moment Mudi pulled the kerchief.

For all this, He Ning seemed to have never seen it. Amidst the surprised eyes and exclamation of everyone, he stepped up the steps and walked up to the altar.

The man kneeling on the ground raised his head in surprise, and the sound of the drum stopped. He Ning stopped in front of the priest, bent down and picked up the blood-stained dagger, stretched out his arm, the sharp blade cut across his wrist, and blood dripped down. For a moment, the tip of the tongue licked the wound, and the lower lip was stained with a bright color.

A clear voice suddenly resounded on the altar, similar to but different from the previous one on the altar.

There was no drumbeat, no violent movements, he just held up the blood-stained dagger, and slowly raised it above his head.Following his movements, the turban slipped off, his long black hair hung straight down to his waist, and the tips of his hair moved slightly with the wind, his black eyes reflected in the sky, his voice seemed to be floating in the clouds, and it seemed to be ringing in everyone's ears.

The sound of the heartbeat is getting more and more intense, it belongs to oneself and belongs to everyone.

The silver earbuds suddenly diffused golden light, and in the blue sky, rain clouds gathered, and thunder exploded in the clouds, one after another, like war drums.Lightning split the sky, and heavy rain poured down in an instant.

"It's raining!"

"God, it's raining!"

Shocked, ecstatic, unbelievable, too many emotions intertwined, the dense raindrops hit the face and body, it hurts, but I can clearly tell all the Pulan people that the heavy rain that fell on the memorial ceremony is real, not theirs Hallucinations, also not a good dream.

Who is that black-haired young man?

Who is it?

After the ecstasy, all eyes gathered on the altar again, He Ning's whole body was wet by the rain, his black hair stuck to his cheeks, he closed his eyes, let the rain fall on his face, and the blood on his lips was washed away by the rain , revealing a faint paleness.

It's not a good feeling to be chilled by the heavy rain.He wanted to leave the altar, but his legs were as heavy as lead.

Under the altar, the rain blurred everyone's expressions, but it couldn't hide all the astonishment after all.

It's hard for He Ning to tell what it's like in his heart. It's inevitable to embark on the road of the magic stick, but it's not what he wants to drive the ducks to the shelves like this.It is more difficult than he imagined to completely suppress another thought in his body.

However, the current situation can be regarded as helping him, at least he has successfully taken the first step in the career path of the magic stick?

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the pond on the verge of drying up finally splashed.People's surprised expressions also began to change, with a hint of awe.

However, He Ning couldn't hold on any longer. As the thunder roared and the rain fell, he could feel the strength in his body being drained little by little, and his eyes turned black. He still hasn't fallen down yet, which can only be described as a miracle.This feeling is not the first time, but it is more serious than every time before.

With a wry smile, sure enough everything has a price, and everything recorded on the copper plate is true.

He Ning doesn't know where his limit is, but the scene in front of him has begun to fluctuate like a curve, and the sound he hears is like an opaque membrane, his head is getting more and more dizzy, will he fall or not?

After all, will can't represent everything, and He Ning still fell down when his eyes went dark.

Before he landed, he was caught in his arms by a strong arm, and his body was covered with wide sleeves. In his unconsciousness, a pair of golden eyes came into view.Afterwards, He Ning fell into the darkness completely, knowing nothing.

The rain slid across Mudi's forehead, lowered his eyes, covered the red gold that was burning like a flame, picked He Ning up by the waist, and left the altar, throwing all doubts and astonished gazes at him. behind.

The rain started in the middle of the festival and lasted all night.

When He Ning regained consciousness, he could feel his whole body being surrounded by warm water.Opening his eyes, he found that he was indeed soaking in the water. Moody was sitting by the pool, still wearing a flaxen robe, the belt was loosely tied, and the skirt was open, revealing a large chest.

He Ning was lying on his lap, combing his black hair with his slender fingers, and wiped his red ears, "Are you awake?"

"..."

He Ning opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound, He Ning was stunned, he didn't care how "scary" the current situation was, covered his throat, and widened his eyes in astonishment.The movement was a bit big, the water splashed, and I felt dizzy again. As a result of my hands and feet being soft, I sank into the water, and a string of bubbles burst out of the water surface.

Moody immediately jumped into the water, picked up He Ning, held up his back, frowned, "You are sick." Effortlessly picked He Ning up from the water, with the robe that was put aside The package was tight, "Don't worry, it will be ready soon."

He Ning shook his head, and finally realized that he had a fever, so hot that he lost consciousness, so he ignored that Moody was carrying him out of the bathroom.

That night, He Ning slept in Modi's bedroom, and drank a bowl of soup with a strange taste before going to bed, with a hint of fishy sweetness in the bitterness, as if mixed with blood.

He squeezed the corner of his mouth, he was really sick, very sick, he could smell blood from the medicine.

"Go to sleep." Moody covered He Ning's eyes with one hand, and there seemed to be a hypnotic melody in his voice.

Taking away his hand, He Ning had already closed his eyes, and his breathing gradually became steady.Mo Di sat quietly by the bed for a while, then got up and walked to the table, where there was still the parchment scroll that only He Ning could understand.

Moody leaned against the table, picked up the parchment, the loose sleeves slipped off, revealing the wounds on his wrists that were beginning to scab over.

The herbs took effect, He Ning's fever gradually subsided, but his body was still weak, and his stomach began to growl.

Waking up in the middle of the night, hungry and sick, feeling very uncomfortable.

The room was dim, and when he opened his eyes, he met a handsome face with thick golden eyelashes.Although it was not the first time to sleep with Moody, He Ning was still taken aback.Then he was taken aback, this seems to be a bit ambiguous?

He tried to move, but the arm hanging on his body showed no signs of loosening, his stomach growled louder and louder, He Ning frowned, or wake him up?

In the end, before He Ning could make a move, Mo Di opened his eyes first, gently turned He Ning's face, and kissed the corner of He Ning's lips, with a laziness in his voice, "It's still early, sleep for a while .”

After the words fell, the blond city lord continued to fall asleep leisurely, and the black-haired future witch once again petrified and cracked.

Turning his head stiffly, looking at Mu Di, He Ning's head became a mess.Can anyone tell him what's going on?

Even frightened and frightened, his stomach stopped growling, and He Ning almost opened his eyes until dawn.

Two dark circles hung on his face indisputably, He Ning walked out of the city lord's mansion as if he was sleepwalking, and stood still in front of the green lizard.

The green lizard was locked in the city lord's mansion for a day and a night, with the black lizard on the side, the possibility of breaking the fence and getting out was infinitely close to zero.After finally seeing He Ning, he happily nodded his head twice, but didn't get any response.

Two sand cats rubbed against He Ning's legs and meowed, but nothing worked. One lizard and two cats stared at each other, realizing at the same time that something was wrong!

Moody picked up a whole leg of lamb and fed it to Black Lizard, as if he had no memory of what happened last night, but what happened?Maybe only he knows.

This time to the deserted city, Moody only brought two hundred knights.

The scene that happened at the Tenjin Festival will soon spread throughout the eastern desert and even the entire continent of Aran, and the Otiramus Temple will also get news.Mu Di dared to let He Ning go before the world, and he had a way to deal with it. Those witches who have used conspiracy to seize the orthodox position for 400 years should pay the price.

Sending He Ning back to the city of witches is only the first step.

Moody tied the reins for the black lizard, and hooked the corners of his mouth.

The black lizard was full, so He Ning carried the two sand cats and got on the camel, while the green lizard could only follow along.The horns of the knights sounded, the gates of the city were opened wide, and a team of 200 people set off from Pulan, along the oasis, towards the city of witches deep in the desert.

Western Asia

Above the wasteland, the long cries of mammoths and the roars of land beasts vibrated in the air.

Kony stood on the back of the mammoth, holding his spear high, and the warriors of Cangyan rushed towards the tribe that had betrayed them like beasts.

Men, women, old people, and children, whether they resist or beg for mercy, will be mercilessly pierced through the chest and beheaded.The smell of blood attracted the scavenging birds in the wasteland, hoarsely calling, and hovering in the air.The fight made Kony feel excited, and he licked his lips vigorously, the blue totem on his cheek seemed to be twisting and burning.

The priests of Cangyan held up their rattan sticks, and the attacked barbarians did not ask for help, but before the allies arrived, the warriors in the tribe were slaughtered by the Cangyan people, even the elderly, women and children.

Kony jumped off the back of the mammoth. The deep bony wound on his shoulder had healed, and his resilience was terrifying.

He walked up to the patriarch Hongshe who had one leg and one arm cut off, grabbed the man's hair with his big brown hand, pulled it up violently, and pulled out the dagger at his waist, bit by bit, screaming in extreme panic With a sound, the man's head was cut off, and one arm was held high, allowing a scarlet to dye the entire arm along the wrist and spread to the strong chest.

"Cangyan!"

"Cangyan!"

"Ow!"

The roar of the soldiers and the sound of weapons hitting the ground resounded through the wilderness. Seeing this scene, the tribes who came for help did not dare to take a step forward. They all turned around and rushed back to the territory at the fastest speed. The massacre was exhausted, not only the men, but also the women and children were not left behind.

Who will be next?

The Cangyan people will become a disaster for the entire western wilderness.

Looking at the dust rising in the distance, Kony smiled contemptuously. He put the head of the chief of the Hongshe clan on the tip of a spear, and stood among his dead clansmen, showing to the entire western wilderness that this is the betrayal of Cangyan. price!

Back on the back of the mammoth, Kony clenched his spear, looked to the east, and roared like a beast again, he will go back!The great witch must belong to Cangyan!