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Due to their close relatives, the Yu tribe had a detached position in the Northland in March, second only to the Wangwanghuang tribe. It stands to reason that the tribe recommended by Wumeng to participate in the naturalization assessment should be treated courteously, but the twists and turns made Ning Miao dizzy. The lower the surrounding buildings, the simpler the clothes of the citizens. Ning Miao even saw several ragged beggars.

Ning Miao laughed, the slums in the Golden City, it seems that Wumeng's popularity is slightly less.

When I arrived at a courtyard, there were three big characters written on the Jinmen. Ning Miao couldn't read the big characters. When I entered the inside, the first three entered and the last three entered, plus the garden rooms on both sides were more than enough to accommodate 200 people. It was quite spacious, although it was not like what I saw before. The buildings are carved and painted, but the pavilions, bridges and corridors are simple and elegant, revealing a bit of elegance, and Ning Miao was delighted at first sight.

"Bai Yi, you are staying here temporarily, Ning, you come with me, report to the City Lord's Mansion, and review your qualifications." Wumeng left six Yu clan cronies to help resettle the Yiyan tribe, and only called Ning Miao .

Bai Yi was worried about the little clan witch, "Commander Wu, let me go, Ning is too tired from the journey, let him rest for a while."

"It's not that I want to tire Ning, but the qualification review must be completed by the clan witch. I called the slave car, and I went back as soon as I went." Wumeng smiled, "Don't worry, not a single hair will be lost. .”

"It's okay, Ah Yi, I'll go." Ning Miao walked out, "It's better to confirm the qualifications early, so as not to have long nights and dreams."

Outside the courtyard gate, a gleaming golden carriage was waiting. Wumeng helped Ning Miao get into the carriage and sat down, and ordered the orcs driving outside, "Let's go, the City Lord's Mansion."

The cushions in the carriage were soft and comfortable. Ning Miao stroked the silk cushion cover over and over again. The crimson silk was embroidered with birds of all sizes. It was later that Ning Miao found out that in ancient times, only emperors could use five-clawed golden dragons. Like the tent, this is the unique picture of the Luan God of the Wangwanghuang Clan.

The City Lord's Mansion is not in the center of the city. Ning Miao felt it was strange, and opened the curtain to look out from time to time.

At night, Fengsha City is brightly lit, there are people selling snacks, department stores, and clothes on the roadside, some are drinking and ordering, some are rushing on the road, among the orcs who hang their shoulders in twos and threes, there are even some unscrupulous half-beasts, fluffy all over the world ears and tails, black, white, green, red, Ning Miao twirled her fingers secretly, really wanted to touch it.

The carriage entered the Fengsha Avenue in the north of the city, Wumeng showed the pass token, and the "Golden Saints" on duty gave way to a passage, the carriage drove for about 15 minutes, and the most domineering building in Fengsha City appeared in front of him.

Ning Miao couldn't take his eyes off the twelve tall arched golden archways. In the center of the archway was a golden column with twelve birds of different shapes carved on it. There are [-] vivid golden murals that tell the legends of the Huang tribe. Ning Miao didn't have time to look at them one by one.

Ning Miao's eyes were gloomy. The grand ambitions that he secretly set up before coming here are as small as a drop in the ocean under the twelve archways.

If there is a day when he will become an enemy of the Huang Clan and stand against the supreme ruler of the March Star Northland, Yi Yan, how much chance will he have of winning? His own willfulness and obsession may not bring hope and freedom to the Yi Yan tribe. Might not kill everyone.

Ning Miao secretly smiled, the courage of a newborn calf is good, but it is stupid to die without knowing the heights of the world.The Twelve Arches are like a blow to the head, and Ning Miao, who has always regarded himself as a time traveler, has completely calmed down. The economic gap is huge, and the development is wretched. Don't waste time.

The qualification review process was simpler than imagined. Use a bone needle to take a drop of finger blood and drop it into the square gold platform belonging to Wing Yan.

The process is very simple, the scene is very illusory, dripping blood is the guide, the half-meter-square golden platform suddenly burst into golden light, and the platform slowly rose. Two characters hang above the golden platform, reflecting each other with other characters nearby.

A strange feeling arose in Ning Miao's heart, a bit like the special sense of pride and national identity when watching the Olympic team win the gold medal, the national flag is raised and the national anthem is played.

I love my country, I love my home.

Wing Yan, my tribe, I fight for you.

Wu Meng stood nearby, the brilliance in the eyes of the witches of the small clan was more dazzling than the recognition of the reference clan, Wu Meng couldn't see through Ning Miao, but he had no reason to be more determined in his choice.

"Ning, the Fourth Highness has sent someone to send an order, please go and meet me." Walking out of the wind and sand martial arts arena, Wu Meng said in a low voice, "The Fourth Highness has not seen any of the assessment tribes yet, but the Fourth Highness has always been cold, so be careful when you answer. yes."

"Your Highness Fourth?" Ning Miao's right eyelid twitched, "Fourth Prince of the Phoenix Clan, Wu Mochen?"

Wu Meng hurriedly made a silent gesture and pointed behind him.

Ning Miao nodded to express her understanding, followed by the city lord's herald.

It took more than ten minutes to walk through nine bends and eighteen bends before arriving at the reception hall of the City Lord's Mansion.

"Master Wu, please sit here for a while." The herald went to report to the city lord.

Wu Mochen came very quickly, and saw many black and strong orc men. It was the first time Ning Miao saw the fourth prince of the Phoenix clan, his eyes were fixed on that handsome face, and he couldn't take it off for a long time.

Wu Mochen has red hair and red pupils, but he doesn't see any evildoers or evil spirits at all. On the contrary, he is out of the world, walking every step of the way, with picturesque eyes, like a fairy who does not eat fireworks.

There are bandits and gentlemen who illuminate the world like pearls, gold like tin, and jade like jade.

"Sorcerer of the Yiyan Clan." The voice was as clear as an exile's fairy, implying a hint of anxiety, "Is this hall beautiful?"

Wu Meng lowered his head, and the Fourth Highness stared at his face most dislikedly. Hearing this, his back felt cold with fright, and he pulled Ning Miao's clothes, "Ning, don't look directly at Your Highness."

Ning Miao woke up like a dream, imitating Wu Meng and lowering her head and eyes, "Your Highness looks like a celestial being. I am a villager in Ning Miao's country. I have little knowledge. Please forgive me if I go beyond the rules."

"It doesn't matter." Wu Mochen sat upright on the main seat, "Can it be the work of a villager who can make low-level slaves order and prohibit it? This hall is very curious, and I don't know which tribe Your Excellency the Clan Witch comes from."

Ning Miao made up a story about his origin. According to the decree of the gods, the divine bird brought him from another continent to the Chiyue Forest. I'm afraid it won't work.

Ning Miao thought about this a lot along the way, but she didn't expect it to come in handy so soon.

Gently closing his eyes, Ning Miao thought about the old dean who wanted to mend his clothes. After a while, two lines of tears flowed down the stream.

"Your Highness, Ning Miao lost her father and father since she was a child, and was taken away from the tribe by the divine bird. She was alone in the world and had no one to rely on. Fortunately, the Donglu tribe rescued her and married the Yihu people. The Yiyan tribe is about to die." It's Ning Miao's tribe."

The red eyes of the superior Qing Leng Xianjun moved slightly, "Donglu and my Huang Clan are all subjects, and A Miao would like to feel at ease here, which is very good."

Ning Miao secretly rolled his eyes by wiping away his tears, Lord Xianjun, please keep the person up, and the familiar voice of A Miao scared my prostate gland to become inflamed, and I would urinate frequently and urgently.