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Chapter 592: The chaos at the Zhan-Mo College 2

The Bianxi tribe\'s the chief and the witch are here.

Yuan Bing\'s pickets separated the crowd from the arena and stood by.

The warrior who made the earth wall and shield breathed a sigh, and his abilities also flashed to one side.

No one is going to scream against the two people in the arena. There are the chief and the priest. No one is worried about the chance that these two people will hurt the people in the outer circle by mistake.

Instead of talking to the eldest son of the Bianxi tribe\'s chief, Yan Mo went straight to the Bianxi tribe\'s chief, who had just arrived, and said peacefully, “Let\'s stop all together."

The Bianxi tribe\'s chief looked at him gravely and said, “OK."

“Father!" shouted his eldest son, Bian Bao, angrily.

Yan Mo tapped Sumen.

The Bianxi tribe\'s chief said at the same time as Sumen: "Stop it!"

The two people heard their own language, and they were the most respected people. They immediately jumped back together.

The teachers of the college saw that the two were separated. Immediately, someone suggested that the students should be separated in advance, and then the Bianxi tribesmen and chief the priest should be moved to the meeting hall to talk about it.

Yan Mo shook his hand. “No, it\'s going to be settled here." But also to solve the problem in a fair way, not to give anyone the possibility of suspicion!

Hearing this, the teacher who wanted to demobilize the students stopped.

The platform was suddenly pulled up from the ground, and relevant people stood on the platform to ensure that the people around could see clearly.

The Bianxi tribesmen were a little alarmed when they saw that their chief, the Great Witch, the chief\'s son and the body of Bian Yue were all left on the platform.

The Bianxi tribe\'s chief growled loudly, and the Bianxi tribe immediately calmed down and forms an orderly team in the fastest time.

The crowd is divided into three parts in a fan shape. On the left side is the Bianxi tribesmen, on the right side are the students and teachers of the Zhan Mo College. In the middle, there are only 22 White-Horn-people.

Yuan Zhan held his priest Da-Ren in one hand, and with a wave of his hand, there are lots of flames floating in the air around the platform and the crowd.

The crowd is full of commotion and surprises. The children\'s eyes are more dazzling than those of the flames! Chief is too powerful!

Yuan Zhan felt a fiery look coming from nearby, but there were too many people watching him. When he looked in that direction, he found nothing unusual.

Because of these flames, the temperature of this area rose.

Yan Mo clapped his hands appreciatively. Many students here don\'t have the blood ability. After the excitement period, someone started to shiver.

Seeing that the crowd gradually eased from the cold, Yan Mo said in a clear voice: “I know that many things happened in the college during this period. I wanted to solve them one by one after the war, but some people couldn\'t wait. I was afraid that I would free up my hand to clean them up, but the second day after the war ended, something happened to me. Very good!”

There was silence below, and many people were thinking about who priest Da-Ren meant by "Them"? And some of them are guilty of stealing. They would like to leave the scene as soon as possible. But when they want to move, they find that the periphery has been surrounded by pickets.

Yan Mo took Sumen\'s hand and formally introduced him to everyone: "Sumen, the noblest existence of the White-Horn clan, is also the youngest witch. He is my disciple and the friendship link between the Jiu Yuan and the White-Horn clan. This time I and Zhan can come back safely from the Horn-people\'s nest in the western continent. Sumen and the White-Horn clan helped us a lot. "

Sumen wanted to say that he didn\'t help him, and was pinched by Yan Mo.

Sangye, who is also standing on the stage, looked at Yan Mo with more complicated eyes. This man is adding good points to Sumen, even saying the bad is good. As far as he knows, the White-Horn wasn\'t hostile to them, but it can\'t be described as friendly, let alone helpful. At most, it\'s a small cooperation.

For the first time, the audience heard of such things. It\'s needless to say how much the Jiu Yuan people adore Yan Mo and Yuan Zhan. They loved the other person and even loved the other person. It\'s easy to see that Sumen and the White-Horn clan also looked at the other person with a reverence. More people began to reflect on whether they had done too much just now.

Ye Xing, Sa Yu and Wu Chen didn\'t really accept Sumen until now.

Yan Mo saw the foreshadowing work, and continued: “All of you have taken classes, and all of you know that the Horn-people are divided into three groups: White, Red and Black-Horn. And the three tribes of the Horn-people are the same as those of our Hornless-men. If Huocheng-Fire City and Kongcheng-Air City jointly attack a certain intelligent race, our Jiu Yuan people will visit that intelligent race to help, but because we are the same Hornless-men, we will be hated or even murdered by all the people of that intelligent race. Would you like to help then?”

All of them were so close to the other person that they were suddenly overwhelmed. Yes, if that happens, you can hold back and die. Will you fight no matter right or wrong? It\'s too wrong!

Now people\'s eyes on Sumen suddenly changed from indifference and hatred to sympathy. Who told you to have long horns on your head? It\'s pitiful!

Sangye et al. The White-Horn: "..."

Yan Mo put his hand on Sumen\'s head and said gently, "There are many people in the battle, but did any of you can see the White-Horn clan warriors in the battlefield?"

People: It seems that there is no such thing.

Yan Mo: "Then why do you hate Sumen and his warriors so much?"

Everyone was dumb. Yeah, why do they hate Sumen so much? By the way, it seems that someone has mentioned to him (her) how hateful the Horn-people are. No matter the Black-Horn, The White-Horn, not one is a good thing!

As soon as Bian Bao saw that the trend was wrong, everyone seemed to begin to sympathize with Sumen, and then he shouted angrily with his son\'s body: “Priest Da-Ren! Even though the White-Horn is different from other Horn-people, it\'s still true that they killed my child! Do you want to protect the murderer?”

The Bianxi tribe\'s chief couldn\'t stop it. He frowned.

"Thank you Priest Da-Ren for following us to joining the temple and the elder regiment of the Jiu Yuan. I hope that the trial and conviction will be carried out according to the rules of the Jiu Yuan for the murder of Bian Yue."

Yan Mo nodded to the Great Witch of Bianxi. This is an understanding calm person. He knows that to join the Jiu Yuan, he must abide by the rules of the Jiu Yuan. And the Bianxi tribe\'s chief? Did he really have time to stop his son? It should be said that he has not yet adapted to the change of identity from a chief of Bianxi tribe to an elder, and does not believe in the justice of Yan Mo and the Jiu Yuan, so he will force Yan Mo to settle the score in public through the mouth of his eldest son.

Yan Mo didn\'t immediately ask these new entrants to be loyal. Any trust has built on long-term cooperation, and frequent conflicts will occur in a short period of time.

However, it should not be so early seen as a good thing, and even if it should not be so bad in nature. If he does not handle it properly, it is not only easy for Sumen and the White-Horn clan to fall off will him. The newly joined forces such as the Bianxi tribe will no longer believe in him, but also cause the internal turmoil of the Jiu Yuan, leaving the Jiu Yuan unable to take care of the outside, or even delay the development of the Jiu Yuan.

This is not a plan of two birds with one stone, but one stone with many birds.

Although simple, it\'s really effective and fiery!

Thinking of this, Yan Mo is even more disgusted with the spies buried in the Jiu Yuan. Even though he knows that they are their own Masters, in order to achieve the effect, they have completely stepped on the bottom line he kept by plotting against a child. He would rather kill them by mistake than let go!

“I will not shield any murderer." No, he will, if that is his valued relatives and loved ones, no matter what mistakes the other party makes, he would rather punish them by himself rather than hand him over to others.

“As long as the criminal evidence is confirmed, everything will be handled according to the rule of the Jiu Yuan, even me and Yuan Zhan!" if his son and apprentice dare to make mistakes, he promises to let them get more painful punishment than death! He will protect the little ones, but he will never connive.

“Good!" cried Bian Bao! “The bone arrow in my son\'s chest is evidence! That\'s the White-Horn weapon. We don\'t have any! The arrow is still in my son\'s chest! I want to kill the White-Horn archers, and I want to order the White-Horn to hurt people!”

"That\'s not what you asked for. Have you recited the rules of the Jiu Yuan?" Yuan Zhan, who has not been very talkative, said.

“I don\'t know the rules, I just know that killing is worth killing back! They\'re killers, they\'re going to die!” Bian Bao, with a stiff neck, refuses to flinch. He\'s going to kill his son\'s killers today!

"Bianxi tribe\'s chief, can I dare to think your son is thinking that I and the priest are unfair and he wants to challenge the rules of the Jiu Yuan?" Yuan Zhan ignored Bian Bao and asked only the Bianxi tribe\'s chief.

The Bianxi tribe\'s chief turned to shut up his son first, and then gave a salute to the two men. He said with sadness in his eyes, "We have no intention of challenging the rule of Jiu Yuan, but the bone arrow that killed my grandson Bian Yue really came from the Horn-people. We just want to ask, how do chief Da-Ren and priest Da-Ren plan to deal with the murderer?"

Yan Mo said: “Before we deal with it, we need to do one thing to determine whether the bone arrow is really shot from the guard of Sumen. Sumen, can you ask your guards to bring the commonly used bone arrows?”

"Yes." Sumen waved to the guards.

The guards were discontented, but all the warriors with bows and arrows gave up one of their bone arrows.

Wu Chen sent the bone arrows to Yan Mo.

Yan Mo asked Bian Bao to pick up his son again.

The Bianxi tribe\'s chief, the Great Witch and Bian Bao came together.

Yan Mo looked down and saw the child with his eyes closed and no breath. The child looked about the size of Sumen, a small one, lying powerlessly in his father\'s arms.

Yan Mo\'s heart ached suddenly, and he thought of Du-du, who also died in his arms.

"What are you going to do?" said Bian Bao, holding his son back.

Yan Mo\'s palm was hanging in the air, and he spoke not angry. "How can I compare without pulling out the arrow? Don\'t worry, I won\'t let him suffer, let alone damage his body. Come here!”

When Bian Bao was shocked, his trust surprisingly rose. He walked back to Yan Mo and carefully raised his arm.

“Put him down." The sound fell, a large number of weeds emerge from the snow, rise, and quickly weave into a soft grass bed.

Abundant life energy makes weeds not only sprout in winter, but also produce beautiful flowers.

Bian Bao was stunned, holding his son and looking at the grass bed that had just grown.

“Put him down."

Listening to the gentle voice, with a little fear and reverence, Bian Bao bent down and slowly put his son on the grass bed full of flowers.

If my son is still alive, he must be happy to see such a bed, right?

The pain in Bian Bao\'s heart was so intense that the big man sobbed on the spot.

The Bianxi tribe\'s chief caressed the back of the eldest son. Their children are not easy to live to adulthood. But Bian Yue is so excellent that everyone silently recognizes that when the child grows up, he will skip the second generation and directly inherit the position of the chief instead of his father.

It\'s not long before Bian Yue was born that he could transform between human and animal shapes. Even after he was six years old, he had the blood ability. Yes, they were from the side of the stream. Transformation was basic. The ability was called the blood warrior ability.

Perhaps because of too much attention they paid to the child, loss will be so painful.

Yan Mo touched the forehead of the child, and the brain automatically generates the internal scanning image of the child.

“Eh?" Yan Mo raised his eyebrows slightly.

Sumen clenches his lips and looked pale. Just now, Bian Yue was far away from him. He knows that a child as old as him is dead, but how can he be the same as the one looking close?

“I killed him, Shifu, I\'m willing to be punished, and I’m willing to..." Sumen\'s tears rolled down again. He didn\'t want to cry, but he couldn\'t help it. He didn\'t want to hurt anyone, let alone such a child.

Blame yourself for killing Sumen.

Sangye looked anxiously at Yan Mo, and now the only one who can appease Sumen is this one.

Bian Bao and other people look at the children, and they are also very upset. They don\'t want to force such a child to death, but!

"Shh." Yan Mo smiled to Sumen, "Don\'t worry, the child\'s heart is still warm and not all cold. His blood is frozen. The arrow is blocking the wound again, leaving him a trace of life."

"What?” Bian Bao is going crazy!

“My son is still alive?" cried Bian Bao? Really? Priest Da-Ren, don\'t lie to me!”

The Bianxi tribe\'s the chief and the witch are also excited. The witch came to see the child, but his magic power is not in healing. After a while, he can\'t see the truth, let alone pull out the arrow.

On the stage, some people heard the news, and the noise became louder.

The Bianxi tribesmen are all happy. If it wasn\'t for the chief\'s order, they would all like to jump onto the stage and have a look.

Bian Bao grabbed the edge of the grass bed and yelled to Yan Mo, “Priest Da-Ren, Mo Da-Ren, my son, he..."

"He\'s still alive." Yan Mo is sure of his words.

“Awuu!" Bian Bao cried, tears running all over his face, “Poop" and he knelt down to Yan Mo, "Da-Ren, help him! Please help him! I was wrong just now. It\'s all my fault! I, I exchange with my life! Da-Ren, if you are not happy, kill me. Please help my son!”

“Get up."

"Da-Ren!"

"You are disturbing my treatment."

The Bian Bao was frightened. The Bianxi tribe\'s the chief and the Great Witch use the fastest speed to drag Bian Bao away from Yan Mo\'s feet.

Yan Mo doesn\'t care about them. He thinks about the treatment plan quickly. Originally, he was going to save the child with the soul return pill. He thought about how to play the drama. He didn\'t expect that the child would die. However, such injuries, even in his previous life, only have a one percent chance of recovery.

Fortunately, he has more means to save people.