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As soon as the sun was shining, Cecilia came to visit with two beautiful tribal girls.

When Mu Jialan turned into the room through the window, there was a knock on the door.

He went to open the door.

The two girls outside the door immediately half-kneeled on the ground, raised the clothes held in their hands above their heads, and stared devoutly at Mu Jialan's feet, not daring to glance around.

"Your Excellency, two envoys." Cecilia leaned slightly, and put her right hand on her left shoulder to salute, "Please change into your robes and go to the altar with us. The priests, the acting chiefs, and all those who have fallen are here Waiting for you two."

"Well, I see." Mu Jialan took the two black robes similar to those worn by Roman nobles in ancient times, and quickly shut the door of the girl who was about to enter the room to help them change.

"Cecilia." The eyes of the two beautiful girls suddenly filled with mist, and they turned to look at her in aggrieved manner.

The two of them were chosen out of thousands by the priest and acting chieftain to serve the two distinguished envoys, so they naturally had considerable confidence in their appearance and figure.

But now, His Highness the envoy didn't even look at them more. Could it be that they were rejected by the envoy?

Cecilia gave a dry cough and signaled the two to stand at the door and wait.

She had experienced Mu Jialan's obsessive and almost perverted possessiveness towards Feng Xinghe as early as the way back to the tribe, and she was expected to make such a move.

After the two changed their clothes and came out, the three people waiting outside the door were all stunned for a moment.

The same black robe was worn on two people, but they abruptly wore two different styles.

Feng Xinghe's eyes are picturesque, his eyes are cold, and the thin red at the end of his eyes is even more distressing. His face has already surpassed the limit of human imagination. In front of such beauty, any gorgeous words of praise are pale powerless.

The black silk robe set off his fair complexion so that it was almost transparent, and the golden belt clearly outlined his slender waistline.He just stood there quietly, giving people the illusion of being in a gorgeous palace.

When the three of them first saw Feng Xinghe, they had an idea that such a beautiful and charming figure should sit on the throne of gods and accept the pious worship of mortals.

Mu Jialan wore the same robe, but it gave off a heavy oppressive feeling that could not be ignored.

If Feng Xinghe is as beautiful as an epiphyllum blooming alone in a glacier under a moonlit night, entwined with condensed fog and frost, with a cold and lonely aloofness that is thousands of miles away, Mu Jialan is more like a dark black hole in the universe , even light cannot escape his gravitational range.

Knowing that this black hole is extremely dangerous, reason tells you that you must escape, but you still want to go to that thick darkness, even if you will be crushed to pieces by the violent cosmic energy in the next second, you are reluctant to take half a step back.

Such two people, who are as handsome as the moon, actually appeared in front of them alive.

Even Cecilia, who has always been calm and reserved, unconsciously showed a blush on her face.

She remembered the request that the acting leader secretly made to her before they left, to send two of the most beautiful girls in the tribe to serve the two envoys closely, maybe they could win the hearts of the envoys, and then leave the blood belonging to the God Realm in Iraq. special tribe.

If the Yite tribe has the blood of the gods, it will definitely be able to continue the glory of the millennium, occupying the most abundant land on this continent, allowing the people of the tribe to reproduce here endlessly.

She was noncommittal about the plan proposed by the acting leader, but right now, Lily and Karma's pretty faces were not worth mentioning in front of the beauty full of divinity.

The acting leader's plan had no possibility of being realized from the very beginning.

The eyes of Lily and Karma became even more excited. If they could have a moment of friendship with the two angels by virtue of their beauty, their lives would be worthwhile.

"This kind of robe doesn't look like a product of your tribe." Feng Xinghe said casually while arranging the large sleeve robe.

The amazement in the eyes of the three girls in front of him has not disappeared, so he had no choice but to find a topic to break the silence.

As for the scorching gaze that followed him all the time, well, he is almost used to it now, at least he can ignore it.

Cecilia came back to her senses and explained softly: "This is the fabric produced by the nearby Aize tribe. They are famous for their exquisite handicrafts and can produce soft fabrics and exquisite ceramics, but they are not good at Fight, so attach ourselves to our tribe. We become their patrons, and they will send us a certain amount of cloth and pottery at regular intervals."

It turned out to be the case.

Feng Xinghe turned his head, looked around the room but didn't see Pudding.

"What are you looking for?" Mu Jialan asked while standing beside Feng Xinghe, tilting his head slightly.

"Pudding hasn't come back after going out all night." Feng Xinghe frowned slightly. According to Pudding's strength, even if it went out to look for food by itself, it should have returned by this time.

Hearing this, the expression on Cecilia's face suddenly became a little weird.

She coughed softly: "The divine beast is at the altar now, it seemed to go out to look for food last night, and then..."

"What's wrong?" Feng Xinghe hurriedly asked when she saw that her expression was wrong.

"It ate Seymour's beast." Cecilia seemed to be holding back a smile, but her expression was very serious, so serious that Feng Xinghe almost believed the sad expression on her face.

Seymour is her strong opponent for the leadership position, and losing the beast is undoubtedly a heavy blow to Seymour.

But at times like this, it's really not kind to laugh.

Feng Xinghe looked at Mu Jialan with some headaches.

They accidentally ate the sacrificed pet yesterday, and now Pudding ate Seymour's pet beast. Did the three of them offend the pet beast here?

Mu Jialan didn't care too much: "It's just a beast, just pay him."

"Masters, two envoys, please come this way." Cecilia stretched out her hand.

When the group of them arrived at the altar in the center of the tribe, there was already a dense circle of people around the altar, probably thousands of people.

This group of people, men, women, young and old, all wore animal skin dresses, so the only three priests in silk robes, Feng Xinghe and Mu Jialan, were particularly eye-catching.

Cecilia led the two of them to the nine-story altar without looking sideways, stopped beside her and knelt down on the ground.

There were thirteen people kneeling around the altar, and each of them was dressed more grandly than the group behind.Necklaces of colorful gemstones hung on their chests, not much different from the necklace on Cecilia's chest.

It is not difficult to see that this string of gemstone necklaces is a symbol of identity and status in the tribe.

These should be the thirteen hunting team captains that Cecilia said before, and according to the rules, the next tribal leader will be selected among the thirteen of them.

Noticing a piercing gaze, Feng Xinghe knew that the owner of that gaze was Seymour without turning around.Pudding ate his pet beast, so he was naturally unhappy.However, due to the identities of Feng Xinghe and the others, no matter how unhappy he was, he could only endure it.

Seymour's face was ashen. He originally contacted several close warriors, intending to expose the identities of these two liars in front of everyone.Unexpectedly, the priest had already publicly acknowledged the identities of the two divine envoys before they got angry.

This time, not to mention the warriors who had negotiated, even Seymour's heart was a little beating.After all, the other party is an envoy of God!

Feng Xinghe and Mu Jialan walked through the crowd without turning their eyes, and walked up the steps to the altar.

Sure enough, Pudding swaggered and sat on the bronze tripod on the altar, holding a bloody animal leg with two small white paws and was gnawing vigorously.

Smelling the scent of the master, the animal leg in Pudding's hand fell to the ground with a clatter.It blinked its big eyes, let out joyful cheers, and ran towards Feng Xinghe, trying to throw itself into the arms of its master.

Feng Xinghe raised his hand in disgust, grabbed its tail and threw it into Mu Jialan's arms.

The priest watched this scene from the side, with a gentle smile on his old face.Standing beside the priest was a tall man in his forties, wearing a feather crown on his head. He should be the temporary chief of the tribe, Sak.

Seeing the two of them, Sac bent slightly and performed a supreme courtesy.

Feng Xinghe coughed lightly, then turned to look at the old priest: "Sorry for keeping you waiting."

Letting an elderly man wait for them is always inconsistent with Feng Xinghe's etiquette and upbringing.

The old priest held a scepter in his hand, the scepter was two meters long, and a fist-sized black gemstone was inlaid on the top. Feng Xinghe noticed that there seemed to be a very powerful force contained in the gemstone.

However, the priests and everyone in the tribe are ordinary people, and they cannot exert the power in the gems at all.

"God bless It, the gods have come here." The old priest turned to look at the tribal crowd under the altar, and raised the scepter in his hand, his voice was not loud but reached the ears of everyone present, "When disaster strikes, God Still bestow kindness and tolerance to the Yite tribe. These two are the envoys and beasts who came here on the falling stars in the prophecy."

"His Royal Highness God Envoy! Divine Beast Highness!"

The cheers from the surging crowd below resounded through the sky.

According to the prophecy left by God, the disaster that will destroy the world will be in this year, so all the tribes on the mainland are anxiously waiting for the disaster to come.

Now that the envoys and beasts came, they all witnessed the bright red miracle that pierced the sky that day, and now that the falling stars really brought the savior, how could they not be excited?

Feng Xinghe looked at the dark crowd below with some embarrassment, is he going to stand up and say something at this time?

But before he could make a move, Pudding suddenly jumped from Mu Jialan's shoulders to the ground. The moment he landed, he rose three meters high and turned into a majestic white giant in silver armor, with a huge tail trailing behind him. , seems to be soft, but Feng Xinghe knows very well that this tail can shatter this altar made of stones with a little force.

Seeing that the petite and lovely beast suddenly turned into a huge beast and let out a roar that almost shattered the clouds, the crowd below were not only not afraid, but even more excited.

With such a ferocious and powerful beast under their protection, what else is there to fear?

This simple sacrificial ceremony ended within half an hour.

Of course, this is at the request of Mu Jialan.

After all, His Excellency the Chief Paladin doesn't like being treated like a monkey, nor does he like the person he likes being treated like a monkey.

When his face darkened, without saying anything, the priest and acting chief announced the end of the ceremony knowingly and wittily.

After the ceremony is over, it is a carnival.

Those strong and fit women brought cooking utensils from their homes one after another, and began to cook food centered on the altar. Some men also brought a huge jar about the height of one person from the place where the tribe stored fine wine. It is the fine wine they exchanged with other tribes.

It is said to be good wine, but it is actually just wine brewed from grain.

Feng Xinghe is not good at drinking, looking at the muddy liquid in the large ceramic bowl handed over by the priest, he felt that his hands and feet were a little stiff.

Especially those liquids with some suspicious objects floating on them.

Mu Jialan saw the hidden cleanliness of His Royal Highness with just a glance, so he simply took the two bowls of wine and drank them all with his head up one mouthful at a time.

Another bowl was passed over.

Feng Xinghe squinted at the person who came, it was Seymour.

Before he could open his mouth, Mu Jialan raised his head again, swallowed the bowl of wine happily, and the rest of the wine slowly slid down his sharp jaw to his strong chest until it sank into the black robe inside.

The girls around were all blushing.

"His Royal Highness is good at drinking!" Cecilia also brought a bowl of wine to toast, with a gentle smile on her beautiful face, "Your Royal Highness will not refuse my bowl of wine, will you?"

Mu Jialan took the big bowl and glanced at her, but drank it all in one gulp.

After the captains and warriors with the most distinguished positions in the thirteen tribes finished toasting in turn, Mu Jialan stood there calmly, not to mention drunk, there was not even a trace of drunkenness in those golden and blue eyes. No.

The people around were stunned. Seymour was the best drinking warrior in their tribe, but even he couldn't stand stably, and he had to be supported by others to barely stand there.

However, His Royal Highness the envoy did not feel any discomfort as if he was drinking water.

He really deserves to be His Highness the Envoy of God!

"His Royal Highness, this is for you." A beautiful girl with a pretty face and wheat-colored skin struggled to pass through the crowd, and with difficulty raised a piece of smooth and white animal tooth in her hand and wanted to hand it over. To Mujialan.

This is the rule in the Yite tribe, and Cecilia explained it to them briefly before.

As long as a girl has a favorite man, she will polish a beast tooth and give it to the man to show her heart. If the man is also interested in the girl, she will give back a ferocious beast that she hunted by herself.

The Yite tribe is very open to the relationship between men and women. Many people even have several companions who can hug and fall asleep at the same time. Unless they hold a marriage contract under the witness of the priest, they will be loyal to each other physically and mentally.

So a girl's confession, for men, is not only a kind of pride of male biological instinct, but also an affirmation of their abilities.

Seeing this beautiful girl confessing her love to Mu Jialan, the surrounding crowd started to boo and yell, and some even blew a very loud whistle, just waiting to see His Royal Highness, the envoy of God, receive the gift full of friendship from the girl.

Mu Jialan glanced at the open smile on the girl's face, and in the next second embraced Feng Xinghe, who was still smiling and watching the fun, and kissed his lips irresistibly.

Feng Xinghe was stunned for a moment, and then immediately wanted to push away Mu Jialan's shackles, but the latter used one hand to circle his wrists and fix them behind him, and the other hand was more arrogantly stuck to his head. In the end, the kiss with the rich aroma of wine was not satisfied with a light taste, but a deep kiss that almost swallowed him whole.

The surrounding crowd was stunned for a moment, and then burst into more ferocious cheers.

Man-to-man love is not common in the tribe, but it is not uncommon.The bold and straightforward performance of these two gods instantly won the appreciation of the tribal people.

The only ones who were unhappy were probably those girls who wanted to give animal teeth to Mu Jialan and Feng Xinghe.

"Woo~" Feng Xinghe's light red eye ends became more beautiful, a faint mist appeared in his eyes, but his eyes became blurred, and his body seemed to no longer resist, but broke free from Mu Jialan's shackles. Wrapping around his strong shoulders, he took the initiative to send himself up.

Looking at Feng Xinghe's appearance, Mu Jialan paused.

Patronizing to take advantage, he forgot that Feng Xinghe is a teetotaler.Even the remaining liquor in his mouth is enough to make the Crown Prince drunk.