On the wedding day, the husband's family was confiscated and exiled

Ba Shi didn't care at all.

"Oh, useless tribesmen, what's there to cherish? They can't fight for me. When I leave here and burn the world, I will have more people!"

Crazy! This is absolutely insane!

Xie Wei narrowed his eyes slightly, "To catch a thief, you must first catch the leader. Feng Huang, I leave this to you."

"Good! Let the rain come!" Feng Zi closed his eyes and chanted a spell. Suddenly, the sky, which was originally full of flames, was covered by dark clouds. The falling fire was blown smaller and smaller by the wind. Soon, raindrops as big as beans fell.

The heavy rain poured down, extinguishing all the flames that had not yet fallen.

Shi Shuang conjured up a big umbrella and held it together with them. Finally, he opened his eyes.

"Fortunately, water and fire counteract each other." She raised the corners of her mouth.

At this time, Xie Wei had already controlled Ba Shi, with the blade at his neck, and warned in a deep voice: "Don't move, Ba Shi, you lost. When you betrayed the tribe and lost the responsibility of a clan leader, you lost. The punishment from heaven is that your magical power will not even give you time to breathe."

Ba Shi didn't believe it and tried again regardless of his life or death.

Only a small flame fell from the sky, but before it hit the ground, it was wetted by the rain and extinguished.

“No, impossible!” He didn’t believe it, but no matter how many times he tried, the flame became smaller and smaller. Looking at his burned hand, he suddenly fell into despair, “God, you are not fair. I have practiced magic for fifty years, but I have ended up like this. Why, why do you have to…Puff!”

He covered his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground.

Bai Ju was extremely happy that her people were saved. She called on the guards to help. The guards looked at the crazy chief and hesitated for a long time. Finally, they stood on the side of the saint and put down their swords and bows and arrows.

Run to the residential area and help save people.

"Don't be afraid, the Saint has sent us to rescue you."

At this time, Qi Xuan'en and his men came over. His small body exuded majesty. He walked in front of Ba Shi and said seriously, "I heard that you want to stir up trouble and want to capture Qi?"

Ba Shi looked up and was shocked. He didn't expect that the emperor would come too.

He sneered disdainfully: "Yes, I have mastered the magic skills and can conquer your world by myself. Why? You are just a little brat, and I will not accept you as the emperor! If it weren't for this group of people, I would have won long ago!"

Shi Shuang said calmly, "You can't win. Even without us, you will lose even if you are invulnerable. You ignore the lives of your people and only care about your own desires and interests. No one will support you or help you. Have you ever heard of the saying that water can carry a boat but can also overturn it? If you don't understand the way of governing the people, you don't deserve to rule the world."

She didn't know whether Ba Shi had taken her words to heart.

But it doesn’t matter anymore, as long as Xiao Xuanen listens to it.

Ai Wu, leaning on a cane and carrying Bai Ju, came forward and asked, "Where is Ah Ying? Where is she?"

Hearing the word "Aying", Ba Shi was distracted. Thinking of the sweet scene between the two of them, it was cruel to him. Coming back to his senses, his face suddenly changed, "How dare you mention Sister Ying? She died of dystocia just to give birth to your child!"

Difficult labor...

Ai Wu could not hide his grief, he thought that he would never have any contact with the people from the past in this life, but on this day, the secrets of the past were like clouds and smoke, shrouding him tightly.

"Where is Ah Ying? Where is my daughter?"

"Dead, all dead." Ba Shi closed his eyes, tears rolling down his cheeks. Seeing Ai Wu sad, he was so happy, but why was he still crying? "Forty years ago, I found Sister Ying's daughter, raised her up, and made her a saint in the tribe. But, she betrayed me, married an outsider, and got pregnant. According to the rules here, a saint who marries privately will be poisoned to death. Later, I adopted Bai Ju..."

Baiju rushed forward.

Shi Shuang held her shoulders and said, "Calm down."

"Wow, sister, he killed my biological mother, but I accepted him as my father for so long." Bai Ju collapsed and cried in Shi Shuang's arms. "I want to kill him, but he raised me. Is this idea wrong?"

Shi Shuang helped her sit in a clean place.

After a moment, he spoke to comfort her, "You deserve revenge for killing your mother! He didn't adopt you and your mother out of kindness. Don't worry about the love he showed you. Don't be sad. The bad guy will get what he deserves!"

The Saint is the symbol of holiness of the Bashan tribe.

When she said she wanted to kill someone, everyone fell silent.

Shi Shuang understood immediately that good people are not allowed to make mistakes. Even a sneeze will be magnified. As a saint, only beauty is allowed, and no ugliness is allowed. She pursed her lips and said, "There is no perfect god in this world, let alone a perfect person. When you have expectations of a saint, have you ever thought about whether you can do it? Bai Ju is just a 17-year-old girl who knows nothing and has been deceived by Ba Shi. She is the most miserable person in this war."

Bai Ju gave him a look of gratitude.

She took off the necklace that was the symbol of the saint and lay in the mud without a care in the world.

"Ba Shi is my enemy. He chose me to be the Saint, not because of God's will, but because of his own selfish desires. He pushed me to a position that seems noble but is actually painful. From now on, I will no longer serve as the Saint. I wish you peace and happiness."

Put your hands on your chest and pray devoutly.

This is the most pious blessing from the saint to this tribe.

The tribesmen immediately knelt on the ground and responded to the saint's prayer. This used to be a happy time, but at this moment, their eyes were filled with confusion and their hearts were filled with bitterness. Overnight, they lost their respectable tribe leader and the holy saint. The Bashan tribe seemed to have become an orphan that no one wanted.

Many elderly people see through all this.

They spoke incomprehensible words and prayed to God, wishing that nothing had happened and hoping that someone would take care of them.

In their eyes, the saint and the patriarch are more important than the emperor.

The little ghost clenched his fist and said, "Bai Ju, good job! That old guy Ba Shi is your enemy, so you shouldn't contribute to his tribe for free. You are my master's granddaughter, which means you are my sister. Don't worry, leave here, I will protect you, and I will teach you how to make medicine powder..."

He talked freely.

My impression of this witch saint has changed a lot from the beginning. The master’s granddaughter must be the best person in the world!

Bai Ju felt much better, she chuckled.

"Forget it. I'm afraid I'll die of the stink before I kill anyone."

Suddenly, there was laughter here.

Ba Shi found it extremely irritating. He forced himself to stand up, walked to his son, and said with a sinister smile: "Brother, Bai Ju is engaged to my son Wu Di. We have finally become a family."

Ai Wu didn't care.

He smiled faintly: "Bai Ju is my granddaughter, who agreed to this marriage? Junior brother, I am not satisfied with what you said, Xiao Gui'er is the husband I found for the Saint, we can never become a family."