Chapter 496: the wishes of the White-Horn Sumen (1/2)

Yan Mo didn't know that Yuan Zhan was merciful and didn't hurt a single life when he was making a robbery scene at the King’s City . Looking at the situation, he thought that at least half of the casualties were moderate casualties, which was an acceptable number in his plan .

Yuan Zhan didn't explain his soft hand . Although they were provoked first and then challenged, he didn't want the G.o.ds to have any excuse to punish his Mo .

He put himself on a shackle to not use his power to the extreme, but he was sweet . Of course, if you step on his bottom line, this shackle can be broken at any time . He will not kill just for his partner, but also for his Priest DRen!

The four did not immediately enter the temple, but sat down on the steps in front of it .

Jiu Feng can't sit still . He dragged the nursery bag to see the baby fruit inside . Yuan Zhan held him down and doesn't let him make trouble .

The little White-Horn boy did not sit down, but stood in front of Yan Mo and looked at him in the same direction .

Yan Mo raised his hand to touch his little face and said, ”Do you know where this is?”

The little White-Horn boy shook his head .

”This is the temple of your White-Horn clan . ”

The little White-Horn boy looked up at the towering building on the steps .

“And you are born with three eyes, that is, the White-Horn clan witches are born with great power . You are not ordinary child of the Horn-people . You can say that you are born with n.o.bility . ” Yan Mo knew his ident.i.ty at the first sight when he saw Sumen . Without anyone telling him he inferred, Zan-Bu also had three eyes . Moreover, Zan-Bu talked a lot about this basic common sense .

The little White-Horn boy looked at Yan Mo again .

“I don't want to hide it from you, so I'll tell you what I'm planning for now and what I need to do with you . ” Yan Mo doesn't care what the little White-Horn boy thinks of him . He cares more about the people of the eastern continent and the Jiu Yuan than the little White-Horn boy .

The little White-Horn boy puckered his lips . He felt a little afraid . He didn't know how to protect himself . He could only look dull .

Yan Mo can say nothing as long as he carries out his own plan . The little White-Horn boy may thank him in the end, but he doesn't want to cheat a child . Especially when the other three children are around, he hopes to be more sincere to the children, even if the little White-Horn boy doesn't understand .

“I don't know why the Duke Modun kept you around and hid you . But I think he probably also wanted to use your ident.i.ty . An obedient witch who is just his tongue will be of great benefit for him to compete for the throne in the future . ”

Jiu Feng stopped talking about parenting bag . Turning to the older and the younger one talking, he thought the look of the little White-Horn boy was a little strange . He went to poke the little White-Horn boy .

Little White-Horn boy was so nervous that he almost got poked him and fell down .

Yan Mo hummed, put out his hand and hold him, ”Don't be afraid, I won't give you back to the Duke Modun, and I won't cultivate you as my tongue . What I want to do later is to make use of you, but only your ident.i.ty . You don't need to do anything for me, and I won't hurt you at all . ”

Jiu Feng grabbed the White-Horn and asked curiously, “Mo Mo, what are you talking about?”

Yan Mo touched Jiu Feng's head and asked the two children to sit on their left and right thighs respectively, holding their waist so he can explain what he was going to do .

“I hope to win the support and compromise of the White-Horn clan through Sumen, and if possible, I hope that the White-Horn clan will try to give the Hornless-people protection in the future . ”

“Mo Mo, are you going to give Sumen to the White-Horn clan temple?”

”Well, he originally belongs here . It's the safest place for him to stay here, and he will learn the corresponding inheritance . ”

“Ah? But I told Sumen that I would take him to play in the Jiu Yuan . Sumen is very happy! Right, Sumen?”

Sumen bowed his head . He was very smart . But in nine years of confinement, he learned a lot from eavesdropping and peeping, his common sense is not even equal to a four or five-year-old child . He believed that the Jiu Feng who rescued him wanted to leave the Duke Modun far away . He was very yearning for the Jiu Yuan described in Jiu Feng’s words, but now DRen of the Jiu Feng family told him he was going to leave him in the White-Horn clan temple .

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Sumen didn't realize how valuable his ident.i.ty was to the White-Horn clan . He was only afraid and disappointed of that he was going to be abandoned and left behind . He was also angry .

Yan Mo didn't know the inner thoughts of Sumen . He took it for granted that Sumen knew his n.o.ble ident.i.ty and definitely wanted to stay in the temple to be the supreme witch . At this point, he felt that he had already explained it almost . He put down the two children, got up and gave Yuan Zhan a look .

Little White-Horn boy didn't want to step up the steps or enter the temple . He had a premonition that if he stayed after entering, he would be hard to see Jiu Feng again, and it would be hard to see other people . He is going to be locked up again .

But Yan Mo saw him standing in his place, dazed, thinking that the child was shocked by his ident.i.ty, so he bent down and picked him up, holding him step by step up the steps .

There was a sudden hatred in the little White-Horn boy . How good Yan Mo was to him before, how much he hates Yan Mo now . He didn't want to go to the temple . He didn't want to be left behind . The days when he was rescued by Jiu Feng and lived with several people were the happiest days for him . He thought he could live with them for a long time . He was so looking forward to going to east continent in Jiu Feng’s mouth .

The little White-Horn boy, who rarely cried, shed tears in his eyes . He dared not let Yan Mo see the hate in his eyes, just as he dared not let the Duke Modun find any emotion in his eyes . He just lowered his head and silently dropped big tears .

Yan Mo is now very sensitive to the change of the surrounding atmosphere, and the gray mood of the White-Horn immediately infected him . He stopped at once, raised the child's chin with an empty hand, froze, wiped away his tears with his thumb, asked funny and a little distressed, ”Why do you cry?”

The little White-Horn boy bit his lips and didn't speak . His nostrils were blocked by his snot, which made him very uncomfortable and he didn't want to make a sound .

Yan Mo casually fumbles a piece of soft straw paper from the s.p.a.ce, covered the child's nose naturally and lets him blow his nose .

The little White-Horn boy suddenly felt very uncomfortable . For the first time in his life, he had self-consciousness and turned his head willfully and refused to let Yan Mo wipe his tears and nose .

Jiu Feng looked up and said, ”Sumen, are you crying?” he thinks it's funny to watch other people's children shed tears . The little said that as he was holding Yan Mo's thigh and crawling up .

Yuan Zhan quickly slipped him over .

The two dolls in the pouch began to force the lid open again to see what happened outside .

There were other people on the steps of the temple . They didn't observe them very much . The White-Horn clan is more generous to the Hornless-men . The Hornless-men can also come to the temple to wors.h.i.+p, but they can't enter . Plus the bone objects contest, which happens to be held every five years, there are many people who come to the temple to wors.h.i.+p during this period .

Yan Mo also didn't understand why the little White-Horn boy suddenly cried and was capricious . Before that, the child had to be as obedient as possible .

”Does it hurt? This straw paper is the softest . When I go back this time, I will make them softer face paper . Darling, stop crying . Come on, wipe your face and tell Uncle Mo what are you sad about? Are you angry that uncle Mo uses you?” Yan Mo has endless patience for children .

I don't know if Yan Mo's voice is too soft, or Yan Mo's specially released soul power infection makes children's mind relax . The little White-Horn boy shook his head first and then nodded his head . He only felt that he is not wronged . Silent tears turn into small sobs .

Yuan Zhan frowned, what is this horned kid crying for?

Wu Guo smiled: ”Crying soft bag!”

Du-du: “Big brother is crying and shy . ”

Wu Guo was angry: ”He is not your brother! What happened to you? Everyone's your brother?”

Du-du: ”Woo, you scolded me, I cry too!”

Wu Guo and the two dads who heard: ” . . . ”

Yan Mo interrupted his sons . After being funny, he continued to try to release his kindness and entice the child to say what they thought . ”Sumen, baby, come on, tell Uncle Mo what are you sad about? Only when you say it, uncle Mo knows what you think . Darling, don't be afraid to say it . No matter what it is, uncle Mo will support you . If you really don't want uncle Mo to use you, then Uncle Mo won't use you . When will your tribesmen find you?”

” . . . No . ” Suddenly two words came out of the child .

”Huh? No?” Yan Mo's voice softened and he patted the little White-Horn boy on the back to relax him

”Don't send me away, woo . . . ”

Yan Mo froze again . What do you mean? “Don't you want to go back to your White-Horn clan? Don't you want to be a great three eyed witch?”

Little White-Horn boy shook his head hard and sobbed out his biggest wish at present: “I, I want to go to the Jiu Yuan with you, Jiu Feng promised I am . Uncle Mo, don't throw me away . I'll be obedient . . . ”

Yan Mo was embarra.s.sed . His heart is so soft at the moment .

Yuan Zhan looked at Yan Mo's face and thought: it's over, the little White-Horn boy seems to want to longer .

Jiu Feng was shocked . “Mo Mo, you're going to throw out Sumen? Why?”

Yan Mo wanted to hit Jiu Feng's little xss so much that he couldn't help wanting to cry: ”Who said I would throw him away . You . . . Do you know what Sumen's third eye stood for? If we let people know that Sumen is here, I'm afraid it's not a matter of whether we take him back or not, but whether the Horn-people let him go . ”

Sumen touched the eyes on his forehead and gently rubbed it “ . . . Uncle Mo, can you dig it out? IF I do that can I come to the Jiu Yuan with you?”

Yan Mo's heart vibrated . Although 90% of Sumen said this because he didn't understand how important his third eye was, it was obvious that going to the Jiu Yuan in his heart was more attractive to him than staying to be a great witch, which was not so much fun .

Sumen looked up at Yan Mo with begging eyes .

Yan Mo looked at the White-Horn's complicated eyes, which were a mixture of innocence, ignorance, fear, despair and hope, and his decision was shaken .

”Don't talk nonsense! Don't talk about digging your own eyes again . Don't even think about it! You are not allowed to hurt yourself, not only in your eyes, but in any other part!” Yan Mo smiled . He was afraid that the child would do something irreparable . He quickly dismissed all his thoughts . At the same time, he asked seriously, “You really don't want to stay in the White-Horn clan temple?”

The little White-Horn boy's eyes brightened, his face returned, and he shook his head without hesitation .

”Well, if you really hope so, I will take you back to the Jiu Yuan, and you will be my little apprentice in the future . ” Yan Mo makes a sorry look at Yuan Zhan, and the plan will change again .

For Yuan Zhan it doesn't matter . Yan Mo has Yan Mo's plan, and he also has his plan .