Lu Yan looked at A Miao who could not speak a word, and wanted to take back his hand.

But A Miao held his hand tightly and refused to let go.

"Please wait a moment, wait a little longer."

A Miao raised his head and looked at Lu Yan with clear eyes.

Her eyes were full of desire, not desire for Lu Yan, but desire for warmth.

When Lu Yan faced A Miao's request, even almost begging, he couldn't help frowning.

Before he came here, he had fantasized about what would happen when he contacted the witch clan.

Maybe it was because of being hostile, or maybe it was because of a disagreement and then a big fight.

He was even prepared to be besieged by the entire witch clan.

But he never thought that he would see such a pitiful look in the witch clan.

Warlike, cruel and violent witch clan.

How can it make people feel pitiful?

Just as Lu Yan frowned, A Miao raised her other hand.

She held Lu Yan's right hand devoutly with both hands.

She seemed to want to take part of "warmth" from Lu Yan.

He carefully let go of Lu Yan's hand.

But after her hands left Lu Yan, the "warmth" that was held in her palm also passed away quickly.

Aware of the passing of "warmness", A Miao's face showed a look of surprise.

She grabbed it hard, but she couldn't catch anything.

"Warm" has left her.

Faced with the "warm" departure, A Miao was stunned.

Lu Yan looked at A Miao's dazed look, and the expression on his face became even more strange.

He really couldn't connect the person in front of him with warlike and cruel personalities.

It is because these memories belong to the witch clan of the past.

The witch clan has been changed today.

Or is it because A Miao is an exception?

Lu Yan looked at A Miao and suddenly pointed his hand at the east of Buzhou Mountain and said, "You don't need to go very far. You just need to walk from here to the other end of the mountain, and you can feel the warmth of the sun."

The bitter and cold land is limited to the west of Buzhou Mountain.

A mountain is separated by two completely different worlds.

In fact, Lu Yan is also very curious.

Why do the witch tribe live in a bitter and cold place west of Buzhou Mountain?

Why don’t you live in the east of Mount Buzhou?

Even in the desert, it is much better than in a bitter and cold place?

Faced with Lu Yan's questions, A Miao shook his head.

She said to Lu Yan: "I can't go to the east of Buzhou Mountain."

Lu Yan asked, "Because of the rules in the clan?"

In Lu Yan's view, only the so-called rules can make these witch clans who clearly desire "warmth" and blue sky and white clouds discourage the world east of Mount Buzhou.

However, A Miao shook her head, and she replied: "It's because of the curse."

curse?

When Lu Yan heard A Miao's words, he couldn't help but think of the strange deaths of Awang and Alie.

They all died when they were about to say something. Is this the power of a curse?

What they wanted to say at that time was "curse"?

But if that is the case, why did A Miao have nothing to do after saying the "curse"?

Lu Yan looked at A Miao with some confusion and asked, "What curse?"

A Miao shook his head and replied, "I don't know what kind of curse it is. I only know that after being cursed, I can't leave the west of Buzhou Mountain."

"The cold here makes life difficult for us, but it also suppresses the curse in our bloodlines."

"If we leave the bitter and cold land and go to the outside world, we will age quickly and encounter very terrible things."

Speaking of this, A Miao couldn't help but think of Awang and Alie again.

She watched Awang and Alie leave with their own eyes.

She also watched Awang and Alie grow rapidly, from being young in their prime, to an old woman in their twilight years.

That was a terrible change.

She will never forget that scene in her life.

Lu Yan was slightly stunned when he heard A Miao's words.

He always thought that Awang and Alie were old women, but he didn't expect that they became that way because of the curse!

He asked curiously: "Where does this curse come from?"

A Miao replied: "I don't know."

Lu Yan thought for a brief moment and asked, "Who knows the answer to this question?"

A Miao replied: "The high priest must know."

The high priest is the highest status among their witch clan.

Even the patriarch should be respectful to the high priest.

The things she heard about the outside world in the past were basically told to them by the high priest.

Lu Yan turned his head and looked at the ice field in the distance and asked, "Have any outsiders come here in recent years?"

A Miao shook his head and said, "You are the first outsider I have ever met."

Buzhou Mountain is extremely high and extremely steep, and it is not easy to climb.

Unless you can fly directly to the top of the mountain, it will be difficult to get up.

In addition, the west is bitter and cold, and the environment is extremely harsh.

Even if someone climbs Mount Buzhou, he may not go deep into the west.

Under these reasons, naturally, no outsiders will come here.

After thinking about this, Lu Yan asked A Miao again: "Does your witch tribe welcome outsiders?"

A Miao shook his head and replied, "I don't know."

She really doesn't know.

Because before Lu Yan, no outsiders had ever come here.

They have never received outsiders either.

She really doesn't know her attitude towards outsiders.

Lu Yan looked at A Miao and fell into deep thought.

A Miao is just one of many witch tribes.

It does not represent the entire witch clan.

Judging from the information he learned, the witch clan is not a hospitable, friendly and generous race.

Coupled with the feelings Awang brought to him before, he prefers that the witch clan is a strong nation.

And A Miao is just an exception among the strong witch clan.

After all, there are always exceptions in everything.

Lu Yan pondered for a moment, then asked A Miao: "Can you take me in and have a look?"

He needs to see what the witch clan looks like with his own eyes to know.

A Miao nodded.

She did not refuse Lu Yan.

However, she made a small request to Lu Yan.

"I... can I hold your hand?"

A Miao looked at Lu Yan's hand reluctantly.
To be continued...