"What's wrong with you, little Flame Fairy?"
Seeing the drowsy appearance of Little Flame Fairy, Mo Yinge was a little panicked, but Jiang Feng told her that this was caused by her absorbing too much energy, and that Little Flame Fairy would be able to wake up after digestion.
This extremely pure flame energy is of great benefit to the growth of little Flame Fairy, but just like eating too much all at once, the little guy has to sleep to promote digestion, which is also the body's protective mechanism.
Jiang Feng also told her that when Little Flame Fairy absorbs the benefits gained this time, her strength will also experience a big increase, and then she will be able to provide her with more help, instead of being like this now, which is a bit unable to keep up. Mo Yinge's steps seemed to be slightly delayed.
This is probably why the little guy is willing to absorb so much energy even in deep sleep. My daughter and I have almost the same temperament, and they are both very stubborn at heart.
Little Flame Fairy definitely doesn't want to be a little pendant on Mommy all the time. Instead, she wants to really help Mo Yingge before she can absorb a lot of energy on her own initiative.
Although this is of great benefit to her, she does not have to force herself.
"When the little Flame Fairy wakes up, I'm afraid it will enter the growth stage. The young Flame Fairy will have the strength to fight at the general level. This is a great time to enter the growth stage!"
With a smile in her beautiful eyes, Mo Yingge asked the little guy to return to the flame space to rest, digest and grow.
"Don't worry, this should be your contracted beast getting benefits and being forced to sleep." The old priest saw Mo Yingge's worry and explained to her.
It can only be said that he is indeed an old mage who has lived for many years. Even if he stays in this village, his knowledge is still broad.
"Thanks for clearing up the confusion." Mo Yingge thanked him slightly, then changed the topic and finally asked the most important point.
"Excuse me, what is going on? I may need an explanation!"
"Child, I know you have a lot of questions that need to be answered. In fact, I just figured out some things. Let's talk slowly." The old priest did not shy away and sat down on the ground.
Seeing this, Mo Yingge followed suit and gently sat down cross-legged, placing the golden staff horizontally on his legs.
The wrinkles on the old priest's face stretched out with a smile. He stared at Mo Yingge with burning eyes, and uttered words that made Mo Yingge almost get up and run away:
"Pick up this scepter, and you will be the saint of our village!"
"What?!!"
Mo Yingge almost jumped up. What does this mean? She could feel that the golden staff fit incomparably with her, as if it should belong to her. Her thoughts were changing, and she guessed that the old priest would not let her take it away easily, but I never thought that I would become a saint.
In what age is this, it's a bit shameful for the saint to call you out.
"There is nothing we can do about it. If it were in the past, you would be the leader of our village now. But firstly, you are not the original member of our village, and secondly, you will definitely not want to stay in this small village all the time. , I can only deign to be a saint."
The old priest didn't take into account the turmoil in Mo Yinge's heart at all, and just spoke his own thoughts.
In his opinion, this golden scepter is a symbol of power of the ancient ancestral tribal leaders. Now that the scepter has shown its true appearance again, Mo Yingge should be the true heir and become the new tribal leader.
But times are indeed different now, and he can't force others to stay.
"Alas, I know that the saint is not worthy of your honor, but this is also the title of a person who served the ancestors in ancient times, so just agree to it!"
At the end, the old priest stared at Mo Yingge closely, with worry in his eyes. If Mo Yingge refused, he really didn't know what to do.
Although his magic skills are extremely high, the old priest has stayed in the village his whole life, believing in the rules passed down by his ancestors.
If it were placed in ancient times, Mo Yingge, who picked up the scepter, should be the common leader of all tribes, but he was just a small leader among them, and his status was completely incomparable.
Mo Yingge was really panicked now. It didn't matter whether she was a saint or not. Being looked at by such a great magician with such worried and frightened eyes was the most unbearable thing for her.
"That's all I promise, you, please get up quickly!"
Before she finished speaking, the old priest fell to the ground, muttering something unknown in his mouth. He was so excited that Mo Yingge was startled and quickly helped him up.
"Holy Lady, you don't know that we have lost the totem of our protection for a long time. We are guilty. I am so happy!"
The old priest burst into tears, and his usual majestic appearance was thrown aside. As an old man who has devoted his whole life to the village, he loved the village too deeply, and he had no one to tell him. This emotional outburst was a bit... Lost control.
"Don't call me that. You can be my grandfather now. Why don't I ask you your name?"
Mo Yingge quickly changed the topic and smiled mischievously to stop the old man from thinking about some messy things.
"Just call me Tuli. No one has called my name for a long time. I have almost forgotten it." The old priest replied with a smile.
"Grandpa Tuli, what kind of existence is the Totem Holy God?" Mo Yinge asked next.
"That is an extremely powerful supreme being in ancient legends. It is their kind protection that allows us to survive, and our ancestors worshiped one of them. I can take you to see the murals in the back mountain cave. Everything is recorded there." The old priest said slowly.
"Then this scepter"
"It naturally belongs to you, and only you are its owner."
Before Mo Yingge finished speaking, the old priest shook his head and said.
The turmoil has been resolved, and someone has come here again.
Mo Yingge then pulled the old priest to stand up, and it was okay to keep sitting on the ground.
"Let the clan members come over. The turmoil has subsided. I also have something important to announce!"
The old priest's voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly, no matter where he was.
In fact, the turmoil caused by the Black Church did not harm anyone. It was all suppressed by the powerful hidden strength of the old priest. When they appeared, they were already trapped in the spiritual mix woven by the old priest.
The people of the Black Church never expected that an extremely powerful mage would be hidden in a small village.
Mo Yinge put away the body of the man in blue robe. This thing was very valuable. One head was worth a Milk of the Galaxy!
The villagers came one by one and gathered here again.
They were all looking around. The turmoil just now still frightened them, even though there were no casualties.
On the altar, the originally burning fire tree and golden flame had long been extinguished.
The old priests surrounded Mo Yingge and asked her to get on the altar.
"Who is that woman? How could she get on the altar?!"
Some villagers were very dissatisfied and shouted loudly.
"What's your name? Didn't you see that the priest asked her to go up?"
Some people are careful and have discovered the clues.
"Then, isn't that the woman who rescued Dashan?"
Someone had also seen Mo Yingge and recognized her now.
"Go up, this is the glory you deserve!" the old priest said with a smile.
Mo Yingge took a deep breath and slowly stepped onto the altar.
The wind was blowing under her feet, and she seemed to be stepping on an invisible staircase. The sunlight shone on Mo Yinge's body, as if she was covered with a golden gauze garment.
Wish book friends long and healthy life!
(End of chapter)
