Banished to Another World

Chapter 579: I love you, I will keep it to torture you~

Yan Mo was heading in the direction of Yuan Zhan.

Two people are separated by only a hundred meters, his lover, the living lover is in front!

Quick! He needs to be quicker

Yan Mo ran. He seems to forget that he has special abilities. He only ran as fast as ordinary people.

A ladder appeared on the mound. Yan Mo stepped up the ladder in three steps and two steps, ran to Yuan Zhan and stopped abruptly.

A bow, a head, two people apart only one step.

“Mo?" Yuan Zhan just wanted to ask him what happened.

Yan Mo suddenly stepped forward and hugged him!

Ying Shi of the Black Water tribe and warriors who have not yet left: Why is our priest Da-Ren so enthusiastic? Oh, mother, my face is red!

Ying Shi of the Black Water tribe coughed and slowed down. It's natural that his subordinates will be in charge of settling the slaves. He only needs to give orders, so he doesn't have to leave in such a hurry.

The slaves also secretly looking over there. Qi Yuan didn't get in the cart with Qi Hao's body.

It's amazing that the warriors of the Jiu Yuan saw him holding a corpse and no one asked him to get rid of it, let alone asked him to put it down. One of the rules of the Jiu Yuan is not to give up any of its people. Even if they became a corpse, they should also be taken home!

Yan Mo has forgotten all the slaves and warriors at this time. He has only one person in his eyes and can only feel this person.

Yuan Zhan was stunned by the sudden happiness. Although he didn't know why, he reached for priest Da-Ren.

No one knows how unspeakable secret joy there is in the heart of the seemingly calm man. His Mo is rarely this active outside, especially in the situation where there are others looking.

Yan Mo took a deep breath, the familiar body temperature, the familiar arms, the familiar scent, everything was so distinctive.

He almost thought he would never feel it again.

That long, he can only live in the memory of the pain who passed who knows!

If he didn't believe that he could see this person and children again, if he hadn't been waiting for some uncertain impossibility, he would have collapsed.

It was so real that he thought he was going through another life.

After coming out of the dreamland, he found a chance to take out the nursery bag which was put into the space and see that the sleeping the Child Fruit was safe.

The arrival of this round confirms the existence of this man.

Yan Mo leaned his ear against his heart and listened to the strong beating of his heart: "Thump! Thump!”

Living, warm, real existence.

Once upon a time, the primitive savage who made him filled with hate has now became as important as his children, even...

Yan Mo can't say it. He always thought that he liked this person less than he liked this person. He always thought that he held the initiative and stood on the side of the controller. He thought if he wanted to give up this person he can do it at any time.

But the facts told him that it was only an illusion, and it broke all his arrogance.

He can't let go of the people in the illusion, let alone the real one.

A child is a continuation of his blood, but Zhan is the one who accompanied him all his life. The child is his flesh and blood, but this man has become compatible with his soul.

When he saw the man lying in front of the earth house with cold body, he had no breath, and his body was stiff. Yan Mo felt his brain go empty, he could not remember anything, and he could not respond to anything.

When the next day Zhan was buried, Yan Mo woke up alone from the empty grass. When he realized that he could only live alone, he sat there and began to seriously think about all kinds of suicide methods.

When he killed the supervision-slave and went to the lake to pay homage to the man's burial ground - he didn't dare to erect the tombstone, but remembered the land firmly. How many times did he look at the cold water of the lake and wanted to jump down?

When he died alone of old age, he cursed his incompetence and couldn't wipe out the Horn-people. At the same time, how much did he expect to see the dead Zhan in another world?

“Nice to see you again."

Tears, irresistible from the eyes!

Yan Mo didn't want to cry, but he couldn't help it.

Yuan Zhan froze. He was not afraid of the cold. Even in his cloak, his chest was open, and he wore a layer of single clothes inside, so that he could clearly feel the hot tears staining his clothes.

Yan Mo tightened his arms a little bit, and his fingers tightly grasp the single clothes behind Yuan Zhan. He felt his lover. Obviously, they are only separated for a few hours, but it seems that he has been separated from him for a long life.

In that vision, he always insisted on the uncertainty of recollecting and seeing his lover and son again.

It's said that the most vicious curse is to live a long life alone. But if you've got it for a short time and lost it all, you can only endure it with a short memory and endless pain and despair until you die. It's better not to have it at the beginning.

Yuan Zhan was going crazy!

Did his Mo cry? Is the strong, strong, selfish and indifferent, a little cunning and a little bad hearted priest Da-Ren is crying?!

Who made his Mo so sad? He's going to kill him! Chop him! Tear him up!

Yuan Zhan, who forced himself to calm down, stroked Yan Mo's back brain with his big hands and asked in a deep voice, "Tell me what happened?"

Yan Mo slowly raised his head and slightly separated from Yuan Zhan. He greedily looked at the man's face and raised his hand to caress his chin, hot, alive and real.

Ying Shi of the Black Water tribe opened its mouth. Those two people can't seem to care anymore. They are too cheeky to stare at the other person. He always feel that they have reached another isolated world, and those who dare to approach them will die!

Fortunately, warriors and slaves have almost gone from the place, otherwise, they would like to see that the two eldest brothers are so emotional... Well, maybe one winter later, how many layers will the matching rate of the Jiu Yuan increase?

Yuan Zhan... Yuan Zhan is so happy that he doesn't know what to do. Isn't this kind of treatment good after he gives up his life voluntarily!

His strong attachment, joy, love and missing from priest Da-Ren are almost drowning him!

Ask for submergence! No one is going to save me. I'm going to drown in this good feeling all my life!

“Mo, what happened?" the intoxicated man did not forget to care about his partner.

"The Ancestor God punished me to experience an illusion." Yan Mo has no intention of concealing it. He needs to tell his lover.

“Illusion?"

Yan Mo wiped his tears at will. Although he lost face in tears, it was really a lot of fun to vent his anger. “In the illusion, you and I have become ordinary people. We don't have any blood ability. We have been captured as slaves by the Bone Sculpting People. The warriors of the Jiu Yuan people have become their slave warriors, and we are trapped in the slave camp as slaves."

Yan Mo didn't narrate in detail, only mentioned some important experiences. He didn't even want to recall those processes in detail.

But he just heard that two children were killed, he was cut off three limbs and killed himself. At last, Yan Mo was left to struggle in the slave camp alone, and Yuan Zhan's heart was breaking.

"Why did the Ancestor God let you experience such an illusion?" Yuan Zhan wished he was also in the illusion at that time. If he was there, he would not let his Mo bear those burden alone, and would not be so useless!

Yan Mo was still in a bad mood and said with a little hatred, “Probably because he wanted me to experience the feeling of being weak."

Yuan Zhan glanced over the slaves who were far away. "So you saved so many slaves and came back?"

Yan Mo smiled. His smile was a little ugly. He stroked the man's arm and said: “I now understand why some people would rather die than lose their power and ability. It's really sad to be weak! Even if you have endless hatred, endless anger and endless grievances in your heart, you can't do anything if you don't have the ability and status to control others' life and death and destiny at will. You can't retaliate, you can't threaten, you can't let the other party pay any price! You can only hate in your heart, you can only curse powerlessly, you can only live with hate and despair, and you can only live staring at another."

"... Are you afraid?” Yuan Zhan looked into her lover's eyes.

Yan Mo nodded calmly, "Yes, I'm afraid. I'm afraid of losing my current ability and everything beyond others. I'm afraid of becoming weak. I'm afraid... Things in the illusion will come true. "

Yuan Zhan chuckled, “My priest Da-Ren, you should believe in yourself more. Even if you lose your blood ability, you still have a hand in medicine. You can acupuncture and make poisons. Only these two have given you the ability of self-protection. And your medical skills can make people gather around you, and you have brains. If we really fall into the same situation as in the illusion, even if we can't kill the Horn-people, it's not difficult to escape. Haha, don't forget how you dealt with me at the beginning."

What does Yan Mo want to say? Yuan Zhan pinched his ear and smiled proudly, “Even if you don't believe yourself, you should believe me. Don't take that fool in the illusion as the real me. Do you think I would be so stupid in that situation? Can't even protect you and your children? And even if you really sleep with that slave, it's nothing. At that time, keeping alive is the first thing."

"Dong!" Yuan Zhan got a fist in the forehead.

Yuan Zhan smiled and grabbed Yan Mo's hand. “I mean, I really don't want you to be touched by others, as long as I think that someone will touch you, I can't stand it. But if there are people who are higher than me and who can give you better living conditions in that situation, I will never prevent you from approaching the other person. I will only accumulate strength to snatch you back in the future and kill the person who once touched you. "

Yuan Zhan said it plainly, but Yan Mo knew that this man really thought so.

It's also true that Yuan Zhan doesn't want him to be touched by others, but he wanted to monopolize, which has nothing to do with virginity. If he does find some men and women to sleep, Yuan Zhan may be angry and kill them, but he will never feel his body is contaminated. He has no such concept of virginity.

"What if they kill you on purpose to get me? Or they just want to humiliate us and kill us. Can you beat one person and many sieges when you lose your blood ability? Let alone the blood warrior!”

“Mo, you're driving me on limit." Yuan Zhan is helpless. This damned illusion is so horrible that it affects his normal judgment of the priest.

"Well, even if we lose everything, we only have the power of ordinary people, but ordinary people also have the way to live. There were many warriors killed by their own slaves in the Yuan Ji tribe before, which happened in other tribes. Those slaves were almost ordinary people, while the killed warriors had blood abilities. Besides, I always believe in the saying "If you stay in the green mountain, don't be afraid of burning with firewood". When necessary, in order to protect my life, for you, for children, for the dignity of warriors and males, that supervision-slave let me kneel down and beg for mercy, even if they let me ride for him every day... "

"Don't say it!" Yan Mo can't hear it anymore. He can't bear it and can't imagine Yuan Zhan doing these things for him, let alone he!

Yuan Zhan smiled again. He touched his lover's face, picked up his face, bowed his head and rubbed against the tip of his nose, murmured, “My Mo, my life. Do you find it hard to imagine? But you still remember that when I was in the Yuan Ji tribe, I lost the way to upgrade because of my right leg injury. What's the difference between me and the weak in your mouth at that time? But I didn't despair. I was trying to make my life better. At that time, I wanted to have a slave of my own, and then I found you. And you were so weak, but are sure you couldn't deal with me?”

Yan Mo seems to understand, “Are you telling me that the wishes of every class are different? The weak have the happiness of the weak? And they may become strong."

"That's it." Yuan Zhan kissed his mouth and bit his ears. He's so happy that his Mo cares about him so much and cries for him. Hey!

Ying Shi of the Black Water tribe covered his face and secretly spreads his fingers to peek through them.

Only a few warriors who were left with him were also looking at the couple with red faces. They were inexplicably excited: The relationship between the Chief and priest Da-Ren is very good! It's so good that the Ancestor God is here!

Qi Yuan also didn't leave, he looked at the eyes of the two people with a touch of envy. He also had his wife and children, but when he was demoted to slavery, his wife and children did not follow him, but chose to go with his father. He doesn't blame his wife. It's better to be one of the women of his father than to live a hard life with him with his children, but it's hard for the heart to settle.

“My priest Da-Ren, wake up from the sadness. Your son, your apprentice and I are still alive! The strong also suffer from the strong. We are very strong now. Do we have no worries? On the contrary, we have more enemies and more things to consider."

“But I think it's better to be strong." Yan Mo murmured, kissing Yuan Zhan to death.

Yuan Zhan chuckled, “Of course, if you can be a strong person, who doesn't want to be? If you really think about the weak...Well, in fact, I think the rules you made for the Jiu Yuan are to create a relatively fair living environment for the weak. I seem to now understand what the Ancestor God wanted you to do."

Yan Mo rolled his eyes. “I thought you should have understood it years ago."

Yuan Zhan laughed and said, "Well, I will support you more seriously. Let's build a tribe for the weak so that they can live in peace and try not to feel injustice."

"Don't have slaves, don't bully and allow bullying, and don't hurt children."

“Of course, that's what we're doing now."

Yan Mo shook his head. "You don't understand, I used to do that just for the convenience of management and better living environment for children, and I think such a system can make more people willing to join the Jiu Yuan, not..." Really for the weak.

Yuan Zhan grabbed him, let him lean against his arms, calmly but forcefully said: “No think too much. No matter what you want to do, I will accompany you. You want to save people. I'll help you. If you want the weak to live a good life, we will build such a force. You want to kill. I'll help you. If you want to start a war, I will be at the forefront. You and the demon have a fight and I will carry out the assassination, I will be the sharpest bone knife in your hand! I am everything. "

Yan Mo held up his lips and leaned his head slightly against his lover's thick shoulder. "Honey, have you noticed that you are more and more able to say lovely words?"

They looked at the other person and laughed together.

Because of the change of standing angle, Yan Mo finally saw other people in his eyes.

Ying Shi of the Black Water tribe smiled, turned around and ran. Several warriors he took with him also sniggered and hurriedly followed.

Qi Yuan didn't move.

“Chief Black Water’s Chief, wait!" Yan Mo raised his voice.

Ying Shi of the Black Water triple thought: miserable, the price of watching the bustle is coming!

But Yan Mo went on saying something beyond his expectation: “About the house, I'm afraid we need to ask the Black Water’s Chief to build more."

Listen to the business, Black Water’s Chief quickly turned around, "How much?"

Yan Mo jumped out of the mound, went to Qi Yuan and asked him, "Do you know how many slaves there are?"

Yuan Zhan followed.

Qi Yuan replied without hesitation, “Apart from slave warriors, there are about 6000, but this was the number before winter. Since the beginning of winter, I think the ones left are 4000."

Black Water frowned. "How can I die so much?"

Qi Yuan smiled miserably, “Many of the people who were caught were injured. Whoever was injured would be killed. The weak who could survive would die if he could not survive. Of course, more people died in the cold winter and heavy work, the elderly and children died the most. If this time Mo Da-Ren didn't come to save us, in a few days, we don't know how much we can survive. "

Yan Mo turned to Black Water’s Chief: "Then prepare houses that can house to the number of 4000 people."

Black Water’s Chief was surprised, but he didn't ask more, just nodded, “No problem."

Yan Mo: “It's better to build it before night."

Black Water’s Chief: "..."

Yuan Zhan hummed, "Well, what kind of bear do you think you are? The Duo-Na clan! I'll help you. I'll be there later. "

The Black Water’s Chief spits out an exhale, "That's good, Chief Da-Ren is going to give a helping hand, and I'm sure I can get the houses ready before night."

“No, you go start first. A-Zhan will go to rescue people with me later."

Yuan Zhan raised eyebrows.

Qi Yuan was very happy.

Black Waters’ Chief blinked. "You're going to bring all the slaves of the Horn-people over?"

“And their slave warriors. Can we be ready to accept them?” Yan Mo asked with a smile.

"How much?" Black Water’s Chief asked

Qi Yuan replied, “I know about thirty thousand."

Yuan Zhan nodded, “I've seen them attack several times. The total number of slave warriors is almost 30000, not more than 40000."

Yan Mo thought of buying slaves from the Moer Gan and selling thousands of people. They didn't even frown, which showed that the military strength of the Moer Gan was at least ten times he thought. If we take into account the loss of the Moer Gan fighters after the Horn-people occupied the Moer Gan, the remaining 20000 or 30000 is normal.

Black Water’s Chief didn't immediately respond to this amount, but thought about it carefully.

Qi Yuan looked at Black Water’s Chief nervously, and asked for help.

Yan Mo sighed in his heart how proud Qi Yuan was. How long he had been in the slave camp? The confidence and pride of the superior almost disappeared from him.

Black Water’s Chief calculated, conservatively said: “If there are no troublemakers among those people, plus the slaves in the later period, a total of 40000 people will go up and down, we, the Jiu Yuan, can take them all. But if any of them have bad intentions, it's hard to control them. Once something happens to them, it's likely to cause the civil strife in Jiu Yuan. "

Qi Yuan labored to step forward, “I can guarantee that the Moer Gans in the slave warriors will never make trouble. I swear by my soul! Although they still listened to my father on the surface, he killed the priest Qi Shui Da-Ren and lured the Water God to be imprisoned by the Horn-people. My fighters in the Moer Gan hate him. No one will listen to him. If Mo Da-Ren can save the Water God Da-Ren to the Jiu Yuan, then my Moer Gan people will swear to be loyal to the Jiu Yuan forever!”

Black Water’s Chief was excited by hearing the words, "How many slave warriors can you control, or how many slave warriors belong to the Moer Gan alone?"

“About 20000."

"That's enough!" Black Water’s Chief was happy, "So that the men of the Moer Gan could help keep an eye on the others." Of course, this is in the belief that the Moer Gan warrior will never have a problem.

Yan Mo doesn't fully believe in Qi Yuan, but he has his plans. Since he dared to export that he would bring so many people back, he can guarantee that he won't give them the chance to make trouble. But now there is Qi Yuan, he doesn't have to tell Black Water’s Chief what he thinks.

Black Water’s Chief doesn't believe it either, but he can't see what he will be. He has no doubt about the appearance of Qi Yuan.

Yuan Zhan thought, "The Moer Gan warriors are listening to you now?"

Qi Yuan replied respectfully: “I can't guarantee that all would listen to me, but after what the man did, no one would stand beside him. This is also the most important reason why the man was so afraid of me and let the Horn-people demote me and Qi Hao as slaves. "

“Oh? What was the secondary reason?”

Qi Yuan said without concealment: “I tried to release the Water God Da-Ren and was found by the man. But Qi Hao was killed by the man because of his anger, rebelled against the man, and was handed over to the Horn-people."

Black Water’s Chief looked at Qi Yuan sympathetically. "Your father is really cruel."

"We're not a good thing either. Some animals have a little more humanity than humans." Qi Yuan said frankly.

Black Water’s Chief patted him, "What we want is this human nature, this is your brother Qi Hao?"

“Um." Qi Yuan was very tired, but he still hasn't put down the body of Qi Hao.

Yan Mo's eyes fell on the body of Qi Hao and asked politely, "He's dead. Why take him?"

“I just don't want his body to be left there as a material or fed to the war beasts. He... Anyway, it's my brother. I want to put his body, upstream of the river."

The MoerGan didn't want to bury the body. They revered the water source and put people in the river after death, so that the Water God could protect their souls and send the spirits of the dead to the Mother God by the power of the Water God.

It's a grand funeral in the MoerGan to put a person's body at the source or upstream of a river, which is enjoyed by the chief and the priest.

“If I say I have a way to revive Qi Hao. Do you want him to come back?” If it was before, Yan Mo had no great benefits and would never waste a soul return pill made of his body's flesh and blood. But now he is still in the influence of illusion, which is the softest time in popular words.

The Black Water’s Chief looked at Yan Mo with no surprise.

Yuan Zhan frowned disapprovingly.

Qi Yuan was more shocked, but he shook his head after thinking twice. “I think it's a great price to bring a dead man back to life, Mo Da-Ren? I can't pay it back, and Qi Hao and me... Seriously speaking, our relationship is not so good. Since he said that he would be a good brother to me in the afterlife, I should wait for the afterlife."

Qi Yuan is very calm. He knows Qi Hao well. He is a man who said good things when he was near death. If he really lets him come back. Maybe he will endure the other person for a while, but after a long time, everything will be the same, even worse. Their character, views and so on are doomed that they can't be brothers who love the other brother.

Qi Hao said a good word on his deathbed. Qi Yuan will help take him out of the MoerGan and put him in the source of the river which is the highest funeral equivalent to chief status, which also paid off the oral goodwill.

Of course, Yan Mo won't force it. Just now, he was just a bit soft hearted. If he really saved Qi Hao, and there will be more troubles in the future.

When the news gets out he can bring people back, if anyone dies, they will ask for help. How many the soul return will he have to make?

Even if he said that he had only two in all, or that it was difficult to refine, and he can make only one in ten years, but once there was an accident of an important person in the Jiu Yuan within the time limit, or someone who he couldn't refuse come to the door, could he die without help?

As long as he violates his own statement once, others will no longer believe what he said about refining difficulties. At that time, he would not be able to come to his house and invite misfortune for himself and the Jiu Yuan. It's better to just look at fate and do business with some special objects as it is now.

In this way, if there is an important person's accident in the Jiu Yuan, he can save his life secretly. Not only is it not easy to cause an accident, but also he can gain the deeper loyalty of the Jiu Yuan people.

The soul return will only exist as a special hidden material, which can never be made public.

Yuan Zhan saw that Qi Yuan has rejected Yan Mo's proposal, and the idea of killing Qi Yuan has disappeared.

As soon as Black Water’s Chief saw Yuan Zhan's expression, he immediately made a gesture of closing up, saying that he would never speak of it.

Yan Mo saw, chuckled, "Do you think it's easy to save the dead? It needs a very important sacrifice. I need to dance the Dance of Ancestral Sacrifice. I also want the dead person to not be dead more than three days, and the body to be complete. Even if all conditions are met, it depends on the mood of the ancestors."

Black Water’s Chief nodded solemnly, “I think so, and this is the realm of God. Don't worry, Mo Da-Ren. I will never tell you about it!”

Qi Yuan also quickly followed the oath.

Yan Mo laughed, “It's OK. I've already cursed you. If you tell the third person that I can save the dead, you will become a sacrifice to the Ancestor God."

Black Water’s Chief and Qi Yuan believe it! Now, as long as the people with good information look for it in the eastern continent know that the most powerful Curse Witch Zhou Wu Da-Ren is the Shifu of the Mo Da-Ren!

Yan Mo asked Qi Yuan to temporarily hand over the body of Qi Hao to Black Water’s Chief and asked him to come back to the MoerGan to help lead the way.

Qi Yuan promised that he would like to do so. If he stayed, he would like to recommend himself.

Yuan Zhan is a little confused, "Why is it so urgent? We can settle the slaves first... "

Yan Mo interrupts him, “It's too cold. If we are one day late, we will save a lot of people. Since we have this idea, don't delay any more."

Yuan Zhan was distressed and held his own priest Da-Ren's hand. It seems that the influence of that illusion on Mo cannot be eliminated in a short time.

Yan Mo looked up at him and smiled slyly: “Of course, the most important thing is that the Horn-people never thought we had just been there, and then came back in a second."