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The status of witch in the grassland is very special, representing the servant of wolf God. In the hearts of herdsmen, witch is a kind of sacred existence.

Sometimes, the leader of a clan should follow the advice of the witch.

Like now.

Lao Guo looked at Meng Ali. He didn't speak. He sighed quietly and picked up his tools.

The old patriarch raised his eyebrows slightly: "Ali, it's about my family..."

"I know, but please don't worry about the old patriarch. He is definitely not a great evil man," said monaly

Seeing the witch so firm, the old patriarch did not say anything after all.

After a while, the tent gradually quieted down, only three people left, Meng Ali and amu, and he.

Amu is very curious and has been looking at him for a long time. After a long time, he couldn't help saying, "sister witch, do you think he was sent by the wolf God to help us?"

"Of course, our great wolf God will not abandon his people."

Hearing this, Amu was happy: "I'll say it! He must have been sent by the wolf God. Ha ha, we are saved this time. "

Monary did not speak, smile gradually solidified, she looked at the person in front of her in silence.

Although, she knows this person is not a big evil person, but when will he wake up? Will you help them when you wake up?

On the grassland, the herdsmen are not the only survivors. In the depths of the grassland, there are terrible beasts, even some ancient fierce beasts.

Among them, there is such a race, which is called the race of gluttonous blood. To put it bluntly, it is the mouse and the demon race.

This race does not do evil, but is fond of plundering. The herdsmen on the grassland are deeply influenced by their lust and lead a miserable life.

The herdsmen had also reported this to the emperor and even sent a witch to the Imperial City, but the witch never returned, and no one knew what happened. As time passed, they stopped thinking of asking for help from the emperor.

But just last year, when the demon clan came to plunder, a young herdsman bravely challenged the terrible race. It was only a small thing, but no one thought that a young white mouse among the white rats came to fight.

The most terrible thing was that the young white mouse was the son of the white mouse king, and the young herdsman defeated that one.

As a result, the young herdsmen were devoured by the white mice, and the herdsmen living in this area also angered the white mice.

Now, the ice and snow melt, all things recover, it's spring, want to come that terrible white mouse race has been on the way.

Heaven bless.

Monaly thought silently.

As time went by, Qingyang had never been awake, and no one could shake the dark blue sword.

During this period of time, herdsmen constantly come to visit, perhaps because of curiosity, or simply want to see.

Monaly has been here, and amu will come almost every day, hoping that this man will wake up.

Time flies, half a month.

On this day, there was a strong wind in the depth of the grassland, and then the whole grassland began to shake.

All the herdsmen subconsciously stop their work and look into the depths of the grassland at this moment.

"Coming."

"It's over."

"Get ready and fight them." The faces of the herdsmen changed.

Zhang's, they want to run in here: "flustered sister."

Meng Ali looked at the green sun on the wooden bed. With a silent sigh, she strode out.

The white mouse moved very fast. It took only half an hour to get here from the depths of the grassland. The roaring sound was deafening. It was getting closer and closer. All the herdsmen saw the dust flying all over the sky.

The white mouse came, like an army coming out of the depths of hell, with a murderous spirit.

"Jie Jie, it seems that you are ready." Speaking, is the head of the white mouse, body size is only two meters high, the whole body snow-white, has a pair of monstrous eyes.

It is the son of the king of white mouse.

The witch came out of the herdsmen and stared at it coldly.

When the young white mouse saw her, he scoffed and said, "little second-order human monk, dare to block your uncle's way?"

The witch did not speak.

Herdsmen are even more nervous.

At this time, Amu squeezed out, looked at the line-up of white mice, brush, face scared white, he quickly squeezed back, and quickly ran into the tent: "wolf God, bless you to wake up quickly!"

After a while, he didn't stay here and ran in the opposite direction. This is where the swords of the princes were stranded.

He knew that the sword must be a very powerful weapon. As long as he took it, they might be saved.

"How heavy, wow No, no, I have to take it up The little eyes showed firmness. He gritted his teeth and held the handle of the sword again.However

Young and strong herdsmen can't shake half a cent. What can they do with him?

At this time, the sound of chuckle came, Amu subconsciously raised his head and saw a man and a woman walking towards him. The man was in his forties, and the woman was about twenty. He was very beautiful.

The two were one in front of the other, and the woman was in the front. Obviously, she was the main one.

However, a mu Nianji is too young to understand these, he looked at the visitors in a flustered way, and sat down, angry, with ruddy in his white face.

"This sword weighs hundreds of millions of Jun. can you hold it so small?" The woman smiles brightly.

Amu opened his eyes and didn't speak. He didn't seem to have the strength. He just wanted to pick up the sword.

"Hello, what family are you from?" The woman came here, blinked, immediately, seems to feel something, she subconsciously looked at that direction, can not help frowning.

"Miss, it's like a white mouse." The groom spoke.

"Oh." Dong Xiaoqing suddenly understood what he was saying: "little brother, are you going to take up this sword to fight with that group of white mice?"

"Who are you?" Although amu is young, he has a keen mind. When these two people stand here, they can see the white mouse. It's amazing. Is it from the wolf God?

"My sister asked you first, so you have to answer her first." She has a serious face.

"Sister, are you sent by the wolf God?" Amu released his hands.

"Wolf God?" She turned her eyes and said, "yes, my sister is sent by the wolf God."

"Great, sister. Help the patriarch quickly." Amu jumped up with joy.

"Wait a minute. I have another question. Where is the owner of this sword?" She asked.

"He's on the other side of the tent, and the witch sister says he's badly hurt, otherwise he'll be able to drive those hateful rats away." Amu clenched his fist.