Full-time Mage, I am Mo Fan and his sister

Chapter 218 Let's Make a Saint Dangdang too (laughs)
"What's wrong with you, Little Flame Fairy?"

Seeing Little Flame Fairy's drowsy appearance, Mo Yinge was a little panicked, but Jiang Feng told her that it was caused by her absorbing too much energy, and Little Flame Fairy would wake up after digesting it.

This kind of extremely pure flame energy is of great benefit to the growth of Little Flame Fairy, but it's like eating too much all of a sudden, the little guy has to sleep to promote digestion, which is also the body's protection mechanism.

Jiang Feng also told her that when Little Flame Fairy absorbs the benefits she got this time, her strength will also usher in a big increase, and then she will be able to provide her with more help, instead of the current situation, which is a bit behind Mo Yinge's footsteps seem to be a little behind.

This is probably the reason why the little guy is willing to absorb so much energy at the expense of deep sleep. My daughter and I have almost the same temperament, and they are very stubborn in their bones.

Little Flame Fairy definitely doesn't want to be a small pendant on Ma Ma's body all the time, but only when she really helps Mo Yingge can she absorb a lot of energy on her own initiative.

Although it is of great benefit to her, she does not have to push herself.
"When the little Flame Fairy wakes up, I'm afraid she will enter the growth stage. The juvenile Flame Fairy will have the strength of a general. This step into the growth stage is worth it!"

Moyingge's beautiful eyes smiled, and let the little guy go back to the flame space to have a good rest, digest and grow.

"Don't worry, this should be because your contracted beast was forced to sleep because of benefits." The old priest saw Moyingge's worry and explained to her.

It can only be said that he is worthy of being an old mage who has lived for many years. Even if he stays in this village, his knowledge is just as broad.

"Thank you for clarifying the confusion." Mo Yinge thanked slightly, then changed the subject, and finally asked the most important point.

"What the hell is going on? I might need an explanation!"

"Son, I know you have a lot of questions to answer. In fact, I just figured out some important things just now. Let's talk slowly." The old priest didn't shy away, and sat down on his buttocks.

Seeing this, Mo Yingge imitated and sat down cross-legged gently, and put the long golden staff across his lap.

The wrinkles on the face of the old priest stretched out with a smile. He stared at Mo Yinge with burning eyes, and spit out words that made Mo Yinge almost get up and run:

"Take this scepter, and you will be the saint of our village!"

"What?!!"

Mo Yinge almost jumped up. What does this mean? She could feel that the golden staff fit her very well, as if it should belong to her, and she had a lot of thoughts, guessing that the old priest would definitely not let her take it away easily, but It never occurred to her that she was going to be a saint.

What age is this, it's a bit shameful for the saint to call it out.

"There is no way to do this. In the past, you would be the leader and patriarch of our village now, but firstly, you are not the original person of our village, and secondly, you will definitely not want to stay in this small village forever. , I can only condescend to be a saint."

The old priest didn't take into account the turbulent waves in Mo Yinge's heart at all, and spoke out his thoughts on his own.

In his opinion, this golden scepter is a symbol of the power of the ancient ancestral tribal leader, and now Moyingge, who has restored the scepter to show his true face, should be the real heir and become the new tribal leader.

But the times are really different now, and he can't force others to stay.

"Hey, I know that a saint is not worthy of your honor, but this is also the title of a person who served the ancestor gods in ancient times, so please accept it!"

In the end, the old priest stared at Moyingge closely, with worry in his eyes, if Moyingge refused, he really didn't know what to do.

Although his magic cultivation was extremely high, the old priest stayed in the village all his life, believing in the rules passed down from his ancestors.

If it were placed in ancient times, Moyingge who held the scepter should be the co-lord of all the tribes, and he is just a small leader among them, and his status cannot be compared at all.

Moyingge really panicked now, it doesn't matter if she is a saint or not, being looked at by such a great magician with such worried and frightened eyes is the most unbearable thing for her.

"I just promise, you, please hurry up!"

Before she finished speaking, the old priest fell to the ground, muttering something in his mouth, he was so excited, Moyingge was startled, and quickly helped him up.

"My lord saint, you don't know, we lost the guardian totem in a long time, we are guilty, I am so happy!"

The old priest was full of tears, and his usual majestic appearance was thrown aside. As an old man who had dedicated his life to the village, he loved the village too deeply, and he had no one to tell. I lost my temper.

"Don't call me that, you can be my grandfather now, why don't you ask me your name?"

Mo Yinge quickly changed the topic, smiled mischievously, and told the old man not to think about some messy things.

"Just call me Tuli. It's been a long time since anyone called me by my name. I almost forgot myself." The old priest replied with a smile.

"Grandpa Tuli, what is the existence of the totem Holy Spirit?" Mo Yinge then asked.

"That is the supreme existence that is too powerful to be added in ancient legends. It is their kind protection that allows us to survive, and our ancestors enshrined one of them. I can take you to see the murals in the cave in the back mountain. Everything is recorded there." The old priest said slowly.

"Then this scepter"

"It naturally belongs to you, and only you are its owner."

Before Moyingge finished speaking, the old priest shook his head and said.

The turmoil has been lifted, and some people have come here again.

Mo Yinge pulled the old priest up, and it was not a problem to sit on the ground all the time.

"Let all the clansmen come here, the turmoil has subsided, and I have an important announcement to make!"

The old priest's voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone, no matter where he was.

In fact, the turmoil caused by the Black Vatican did not harm a single person, and they were all suppressed by the powerful hidden strength of the old priest. When they appeared, they had already fallen into the spiritual mix woven by the old priest.

The people of the Black Vatican never imagined that there was an extremely powerful mage hidden in a small cottage.

Mo Yingge put away the blue-robed man's corpse, this thing is very valuable, a head is worth a galaxy vein!

The villagers came one by one and gathered here again.

They were all watching, and the turmoil just now still made them terrified, although there were no casualties.

On the altar, the burning tree and golden flames had already been extinguished.

The old priest surrounded Moyingge and let her go up to the altar.

"Who is that woman, how can she get on the altar?!"

A villager was very dissatisfied and scolded loudly.

"What's your name, didn't you see that the priest asked her to go up?"

Some people are careful and have discovered the clues.

"Then, isn't that the woman who rescued Dashan?"

There are also people who have seen Mo Yinge and recognize her at this moment.

"Go up, this is the honor you deserve!" The old priest said with a smile.

Mo Yinge took a deep breath and stepped onto the altar slowly.

The wind was blowing under her feet, and she seemed to be stepping on an invisible ladder. The sun shone on Mo Yinge's body, as if she had been covered with a golden gauze.

　Bless the book friends, stay healthy and long!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)