Runaway Mengfei is not easy to mess with

Chapter 852 Dead girl, what do you know?
The blood on A Luo's face faded completely, and she looked at her father in disbelief: "Father, is the position of the patriarch so important to you? Don't say anything about killing me, but you want to kill brother?"

Feng Gulu blushed, and roared in a low voice: "Damn girl, what do you know? Back then, your father was supposed to be the patriarch, and it was you who won the position of patriarch with tricks. In the end, you see, our black Miao is in his hands, and he ended up like this. Dad, I just want to revive Heimiao, what's wrong?"

A Luo sneered: "If it wasn't for Dad, you were not convinced that day, you would not have thought of throwing your eight-year-old daughter to Bai Miao as a spy, and you would not have your daughter cooperate with others to destroy Bai Miao's family because of plotting against Bai Miao. If it weren't for Bai Miao If Miao destroys the clan, I'm afraid I won't be able to attract Grandmother's son and cause today's disaster. After all, it's Father's greed that brought about the destruction of Hemiao, how can anyone else be blamed?"

Feng Gulu was furious: "I know you are a white-eyed wolf. After being raised by Bai Miao for a few days, you forget your parents, right? Your mother died because of you, and you still call Miao Qingge your mother! I It seems that you have long forgotten that you are a black Miao, and you regard yourself as a white Miao, right?"

A Luo looked at her father contemptuously, snorted, turned her head away, and didn't want to look at him again.

The Great Elder slapped A Luo's face with a "slap--", and the crisp applause was especially loud in the cramped dark room.

A Luo's face was turned to one side, and five obvious finger marks appeared on the delicate skin, and the corners of her mouth were also torn, and a trace of scarlet flowed down the corners of her mouth.A Luo's whole body was weak, and she didn't have the heart to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth. She just looked at her father coldly, her eyes full of resentment.

Feng Gulu took a step back when he saw A Luo's eyes, and felt that he seemed a bit ashamed in this appearance, so he glared at A Luo bitterly, stomped his feet, and went out angrily.

Seeing Feng Gulu's figure leave, A Luo lowered her head, and a few crystal drops of water fell on the ground in front of her.

In the meeting hall, the patriarch announced the second suggestion, offering A Luo as a sacrifice to Bai Miao, and then signed a covenant that Hei Miao will serve Bai Miao as the main one within 50 years, without any second thoughts, and presenting a large number of precious gems. Medicine, and secret Gu, in exchange for the chance of Hei Miao lingering, looking forward to a comeback in 50 years.

As soon as this proposal came out, there was silence below. Sending A Luo to die and living her own life, of course I am willing, but I can serve Bai Miao as the master for 50 years, which makes it difficult for the Black Miao people to accept.

The atmosphere froze for a while, but the second elder saw the opportunity and came out to explain: "Everyone, don't panic, so what if you serve Bai Miao as the master? Now that the Bai Miao clan is withered, it will be difficult to restore the appearance of the heyday. They are few. , we have a lot of people, as long as we endure for the first few years, when the time comes to ease, we will secretly train the sons of the clan, why worry about the unhappiness of the black seedlings? Don't lose the big because of a small loss, because a moment of anger will ruin my black seedlings A century-old foundation!"

The Second Elder's words made everyone enlightened, and they all expressed their agreement.

In the dark room, there is a special channel, and A Luo, who can hear all the movements above, listens to the clansmen saying one by one, let A Luo die quickly in exchange for everyone's lives, or imagine the good days when the black seedlings will be rejuvenated in the future, the corner of her mouth Tilting a mocking arc, looking at the roof of the dark room without a wave in his eyes, a line of tears slowly flowed down his cheeks.

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Baimiao Dazhai.

Miao Qingge sat tall at the head of the conference hall, and several Bai Miao elders sat in two rows.

An elder looking at Heimiao prostrated on the ground humblely, with his hands raised above his head, holding a pair of scrolls in his hands.

(End of this chapter)