The native female leader looked even more grateful and led the tribesmen to thank Mo Lian and his group.

Lord Qiao Qiao and the others naturally couldn't understand the native female leaders, and they were clamoring in front of them with enthusiasm and said whatever they were.

At the end of hearing, Qiao Qiao blinked and looked at Mo Lian, "What did she say?"

"She is praising your husband for being kind and kind, and is the husband of the Great Shenzhou. She also praised his husband for having a beautiful wife, saying that we are very compatible."

Lord Qiao Qiao looked down at his short hands and feet, and couldn't help but laugh in his heart.

My husband felt that he couldn't understand what the native female leader said, so he just translated it. With her little appearance, she could still match her husband with her?

My husband thinks she is mentally retarded?

"It's true." Mo Lian looked at her very seriously, "I never lie to me Joe."

"I wrote a letter to the city master in Chuncheng nearby. In five days, they should be able to move into the city to settle down." Mo Lian said with a smile, "So Dawa and the wise man are particularly grateful to your husband. As soon as I told them, you are my wife, they naturally praised you and praised you to heaven."

Lord Qiao Qiao couldn't help but his eyelids twitched.

Mo Lian continued, "Let's stay here for another day or two. This is the only way to the Sun and Moon Temple. Don't worry, the Holy Son of Miyan will definitely take people here. Let's wait for the rabbit to stay here and wait for them."

arbor:……

It turns out that Saint Son Miyan and the others are still floating in Duchun River?

Why did she suddenly feel that Lord Shengzi is a little desolate?

"Jojo, what's wrong."

"No, cough, it's okay." Qiao Mu waved his hand and was taken to the small table by Mo Lian and sat down.

Soon the sumptuous breakfast came, and Qiaomu was careless and started eating her shrimp, meat, dumplings, bird's nest porridge.

As for the Holy Son of Miyan?

Uh, let him float.

Two days later, the female leader of the native people warmly received an envoy from Chuncheng. That night, she bid farewell to the prince and followed the envoy of Chuncheng to lead all the natives to migrate to Chuncheng.

When the third day was approaching ten days, the empty tent camp finally welcomed a group of "old, weak, sick and disabled" with dishes.

The Holy Son of Miyan saw Mo Lian and the others at a glance, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "Ah, Prince Mo! King Chen, you, are you all here?"

It turns out that these people's footwork is so much faster than theirs?

For the past three or four days, the Holy Son of Miyan has been floating on the Du Chun River. At first, he turned the wrong direction and turned back. He repeated several times before he finally determined the direction.

Therefore, I came so late.

And he has been having a bad life these few days.

On the one hand, he was worried about the whereabouts of Mo Lian and his others, and on the other hand, he was worried about whether something had happened to the temple.

He firmly believed that the mutation of the Temple Saint Aunt must have nothing to do with the Temple.

This is probably because the Saint Gu secretly joined some cult organization, which made her feel sexy.

How could such a monster appear in their bright sun and moon temple?

impossible!

The Saint Son of Miyan led a group of people who had been soaking on the river for a long time. After finally climbing ashore, they walked towards Mo Lian, Duan Yue and others.

"Fortunately you are fine. Let's take a look at what kind of person is not here for your companion."

"We plan to rest here for three days, and then..." Saint Seiko Miyan paused, her eyes fell on Qiaomu in a strange way, and she couldn't help but scream, "Hey? You? Why did you become like this?"

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Chapter completed!