After traveling through ancient times, she became a wild woman

Chapter 1304 The disaster of the flower-year-old priest

In the room, the flower-year-old priest sat cross-legged at the table, looking at the stone bowl without moving.

Axiang closed the door, put away towels and other items, and sat opposite the flower-year-old priest.

The flower-year-old priest did not raise her head, but still stared at her stone bowl.

"Ah Cha has a bald head," Ah Xiang said.

The flower-year-old priest did not move or answer.

A Xiang is neither burnt nor dry: "I just heard a few clan members say that they also want to shave their heads like the clan leader."

The patriarch is the most powerful warrior in their hearts. No matter what the patriarch does, they will do it together.

The flower-year-old priest still didn't make any move, staring straight at the stone bowl on the table.

Axiang said a few more words, but still did not make the flower-year-old priest raise his head. She sighed: "Priest, this is not your fault!"

The flower-year-old priest did not move, but his voice was old and low: "It's my fault!"

"Why is this your fault?" A Xiang looked slightly anxious, "None of us wanted to do this. If it weren't for you, Arthur wouldn't be able to survive."

Feeling that her voice was a bit loud, she lowered her voice again: "I also lent her half my life. You can't blame us."

Only then did the flower-year-old priest take action. She slowly raised her head to face Axiang, her eyes were cold and her voice was cold: "Axiang, she is sick!"

Axiang met the cold eyes of the flower-year-old priest and said nothing.

She knew that Arthur was sick and in a coma, and she also knew that the flower-year-old priest blamed himself, but could she really blame them?

Axiang saw the flower-year-old priest lowering his head in self-reproach, but she still couldn't hold it back: "I really can't blame you, priest, none of us thought this would happen. If we knew..."

What would you do if you knew?
Axiang bit her lip, unable to turn her head away. Even if she knew it would turn out like this, she would still lend half of her life to Arthur when he was in a coma, and the flower-year-old priest would still spend his life to save Arthur. .

Because of Arthur, the Qinglong tribe can now have enough food and drink.

No one can refute Arthur's contribution to the Qinglong Tribe.

Because this is the truth.

For a moment, there was silence and no sound in the room, with only the faint light of fire coming in from the window.

The flame was like a naughty baby, jumping and tumbling in the room, but it couldn't escape the setting of the room.

After a long time, the chief priest sighed: "Axiang, you have lost half of your life, and I don't have many years to live, but the tribe cannot live without priests!"

Axiang looked up at the flower-year-old priest and said nothing, waiting for her next words.

Now that the flower-year-old priest has figured it out and made his decision, he no longer hides it: "Except for Arthur, our tribe can no longer find any talented females to serve as priests."

"You also know that Arthur carries his identity as a goddess and his feelings for the clan leader. She is not suitable to be a priest."

"The other priests broke their arms again, and many things are not certain."

"So I want the Qinglong tribe to... relocate!"

Axiang took a breath: "Relocating a clan! Relocating a clan is a big deal, and there are many difficulties on the journey. No one knows how many clan members will die along the way. Even if we reach the original tribe, what's the point of not having a few people left? "

Before she had any talent, she would listen to whatever the flower-year-old priest said.

Ever since she got the gift, Huasui Priest would tell her everything, and then the two of them would discuss it, and Huasui Priest would no longer bear the burden alone.The Hua Sui Priest did this because he wanted to have someone to share the burden to make him feel more relaxed, and also to train Axiang as soon as possible so that she could learn more.

"But I can no longer communicate with the gods!" The flower-year-old priest, who had always smiled to show others his face even after the mountain collapsed, became red-eyed, "After I found out that Ye Feng disappeared, I can no longer communicate with the gods. We communicated, do you understand?"

Axiang opened her mouth slightly. She knew that after the flower-year-old priest couldn't communicate with the gods, he still comforted her when he panicked. Of course she knew.

The flower-year-old priest had tears in his eyes: "The tribe without priests will be exterminated!"

Axiang's eyes were also red, as if she was angry and unconvinced: "Can't Arthur be allowed to be a priest? She is a priest and still in the tribe. Arthur cannot live in the same room with the clan leader, but the clan leader can live in the same room as Arthur. it's the same."

As long as it is for the good of the tribe, Arthur will definitely be willing to sacrifice her personal time to make the Qinglong Tribe better.

The flower-year-old priest laughed angrily: "Is this the point? The point is, the subsidence is coming soon, and we can't wait to train Arthur, do you understand?"

Axiang lowered her head, and tears fell down in grievance. She knew it, she knew it all.

But this kind of difficulty, which she knew was difficult but was unable to resolve, really made her feel aggrieved.

In the past, she worshiped the flower-year-old priest and felt that he was superior and made everyone worship her.

Now, when she was in this position where her tribe members worshiped her, she realized how much pressure her tribe members would put on her if they worshiped her.

She could give her life for the tribe, but she was still aggrieved. She knew a lot about the grievance, but she couldn't express her sadness to her tribe members.

It's hard to hold back.

Just like this time, only she and the Flower Sui Priest knew that the Flower Sui Priest could no longer communicate with the gods.

Can you tell your clansmen about this?
You can't say it. If you say it, the whole tribe will fall into panic.

They could only carry this unspeakable giant mountain by themselves, pretending that everything was fine, and secretly discussing what to do?
But Kunai had no choice.

The flower-year-old priest sighed helplessly: "Axiang, I can no longer communicate with the gods. You have not yet reached the level of communication with the gods."

"If you want to cultivate Arthur's ability to communicate with gods, it will take time."

"I know there is a subsidence, but I don't know when the subsidence will come. Do you think we still have to stay here, waiting for the day when the subsidence comes, and run for our lives in panic?"

"At that time, let alone food and weapons, whether the tribesmen could escape was a big problem."

The original tribe was silent when the subsidence occurred, leading to the disintegration of the original tribe. Yefeng's ancestors fled here to settle down, but most of them died on the way there.

Axiang wiped her tears, and more tears came to her eyes. She knew the truth but had no way to solve it. She felt aggrieved, powerless, and even more painful and sad.

The Hua Sui priest choked up and said, "Let's leave early. Not only can we bring enough food and weapons, but also all the clan members."

She sensed the impending subsidence, but it was not very strong. She thought it would not be too late for her to sense it when the subsidence became stronger. .

And at that time, she was dealing with the high priest of the original tribe every day.

The high priest wanted the goddess to go to the original tribe, and she initially agreed. But after talking to Ye Feng and the others, she didn't want to go back.

She didn't want her people to die on the road.

But since she sensed Ye Feng's disappearance, when she tried to sense news about them, there was no response in her brain.

She panicked!
(End of this chapter)