Wan took the little lamb and walked through the temple familiarly and entered the totem hall.
As goddesses, the totem temple is their home. There is nothing forbidden for them in the temple, even the reincarnation priests cannot compare to them.
Speaking of which, the number of reincarnation priests has also increased. Sheng led a group of reincarnation priests to the main hall before them, but did not dare to go in and stood quietly at the door.
Wan came to the door and looked around at these honest reincarnation priests. Without saying anything, she walked directly inside.
When a reincarnation priest was about to step forward to stop him, he was slapped hard on the back of the head.
"Don't seek death, even if you dare to stop the goddess, are you crazy?" the veteran reincarnation priest cursed in a low voice.
"But none of us went in!" The newly promoted reincarnation priest muttered dissatisfiedly.
"I'm afraid you have some misunderstanding. We are my god's servants, and the goddess is my god's woman. Which one do you feel closer to?" The veteran reincarnation priest paused and cursed in a harsher tone, then took a secret look.
A glance at life.
"Hiss" the newly promoted reincarnation priest understood, took a breath of air-conditioning, and quickly went back to stand still. He always thought that the goddess and the reincarnation priests were the same. They were all servants of God, but they had different responsibilities.
It was a male servant, and the goddess was a maid, but I didn't expect that this was not the case at all.
There are servants, but they are the only male servants. The identity of the goddess is different from theirs. On the surface, she can indeed be said to be a maid, but secretly, her true identity is the woman of God.
Sheng lowered his head, as if he didn't see or hear anything, just like an old monk who was in meditation, carving wood and clay sculptures. He was the oldest, Wan's grandfather, and knew better than anyone else. Now he was wondering if he should
Give this newly minted priest some color. His own granddaughter dares to stop him. Is this because he is tired of living?
"Grandpa~" Seeing Sheng, Wan immediately came over affectionately and called him affectionately.
"Come in quickly." Sheng said expressionlessly. He was happy in his heart, but he still had to maintain his seriousness on the surface. Even though he was the most senior priest, he couldn't go too far.
"Well, I'll go in first." Wan nodded obediently, holding the little lamb's hand and walking towards the totem hall.
The weird things in the hall couldn't arouse Wan's interest, and her thoughts were all on Xiaobai now.
The little lamb still couldn't let go. He was nervous, his hands were covered in cold sweat, and he followed Wan timidly.
Wan came to the front of the totem pole, stood still, raised her head and looked at the totem pole, and held the little lamb's hand tightly. The little lamb's hand was red from holding it. She looked up at Wan, feeling a little aggrieved, but did not dare to make a sound.
, endured it silently.
Xiao Bai was studying the changes in the Samsara Tribe over the past two months with great interest, when suddenly his heart moved.
"Huh?" His consciousness changed and he looked inside the Totem Hall, and then he saw the affectionate Wan.
"Emmmm... Is Xiao Nizi so sensitive? She discovered it so quickly?" Xiao Bai blinked his eyes, feeling a little moved, and flashed out of the totem space.
In the golden light, Xiao Bai's figure appeared. At this time, he had put on the emperor's robe again and returned to Wan's familiar look.
"Wan." Xiaobai called softly with a smile on his face.
Wan's body trembled, she held her mouth, endured, endured, endured, couldn't hold it back, tears fell down.
Oh my god, why are you crying? Xiaobai's claws suddenly became numb, and he didn't dare to pretend to be calm anymore. He quickly rushed to her, gently hugged her into his arms, and touched her long hair.
, comforting.
"Don't cry, don't cry. Why have you been wronged? Come on, be good." Xiaobai, the true god who punched giant beasts, stepped on giant insects, and angered the gods, foresaw Wan's tears, and it was simply a matter of seconds.
.
"Ugh...where have you been? You didn't tell me, I thought you didn't want me anymore." Wan sobbed, trying her best to hold back her tears, but the tears were not obedient and were still flowing freely.
"How could I not want you? You are so good and don't cry anymore. I'm just going on a trip. The world is so big and I want to see it. Be good." Xiaobai was a little confused when he saw Wan's tears.
"Wow...wuwuwu..."
"?!" Xiaobai looked at the little lamb behind Wan in horror, his face full of depression. I haven't coaxed Wan well yet. Why is she crying again? What's going on?
The cry of the little lamb also startled Wan. She held back her tears and turned to look at the little lamb in surprise. How could this be worse than her own crying? Is the emotion so deep?
"It hurts! Sister, my hand hurts so much!" The little lamb looked pitiful, with tears streaming from his eyes.
"..." Wan and Xiaobai looked at the little lamb's hand at the same time, and they were almost squeezed out of shape.
Wan quickly let go of her hand in embarrassment, and the little lamb quickly retracted his hand, put it to his mouth and blew air, still looking pitiful.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Wan apologized with her hands clasped together, while Xiaobai covered his face.
Wan herself had forgotten that she was no longer an ordinary tribesman, but a unique clerical warrior-blade dancer. Although she couldn't compare to the rough guys like Death Warriors in terms of strength, she was much stronger than ordinary tribesmen.
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As for the little lamb, she is the next Qujiao Sheep Festival of the Qujiao tribe. She is not a warrior at all. She is much weaker than ordinary tribesmen. When Wan was so excited, she could not control the strength in her hands. Originally, she
She still wanted to hold it back, but she ended up crying and her hands became stronger.
Laughing and crying are both contagious. Seeing Wan crying so miserably, the little lamb felt sad. Coupled with the pain in his hands, he couldn't bear it anymore and burst out crying.
But this was good, at least it broke the sad atmosphere that Xiaobai was most afraid of, and finally made him feel at ease. He stepped forward and put his arms around Wan's shoulders, stretched out his hand to rub the little lamb's little head, and gently touched it with his fingers.
She tapped her somewhat red and swollen hand, and the divine power instantly repaired her pain.
The little lamb's eyes widened and he looked at Xiaobai in a cute way.
"Don't cry, good boy." Xiaobai smiled and rubbed the little lamb's head again. The little lamb nodded stupidly, and suddenly felt that the God of Samsara was so gentle, and there were two more reds on her face.
Xia suddenly hid behind Wan, showing a half-smiling face and looking at Xiaobai from the side.
After finally appeasing the two women, Xiaobai led them up to the altar. After sitting down, he said: "I just went for a walk. Don't worry. I forgot to tell you in advance. It's mine."
Wrong."
"My God, can you take me with you next time you go out?" Wan pouted her little mouth with the coquettishness of a girl.
"Yeah, yeah." The little lamb hid beside Wan, nodding his head repeatedly, with a "my sister is right" attitude.