"Why?"

Zishen also stood up.

"As a general and army of the Hong Clan Alliance, how can you easily recruit a slave who doesn't even have a tribe?"

The falcon is as frost as ice.

"It is my own private matter to settle down and recruit my family!"

Zishen turned his head and looked stubborn.

"Damn it!"

Jun Ling'an shouted: "As the eldest daughter of our Sanyi tribe, your ritual of marriage has long been no longer your private matter!"

"You can ignore your reputation and face, but you have to consider your future children!"

"The family kings of the An people of our Sanyi tribe all came from the noble Sanwei tribe, and their children were also the noblest bloodline in the Hong clan alliance! Only then can they gain the support of all the Hong clan people and continue to be An people of the Hong clan alliance!"

"If you choose Zhang Xuan as your family lord, the bloodline of the child you give birth to in the future will be lowly! How can you represent our Sanyi tribe and inherit the position of Anren in the Hong Clan Alliance?"

"This..." Zi Yuanfang was stunned for a long time after hearing the words of Jun Ling Anren, but said calmly: "Then let Lord Xuanzhu take over your position in the future! Haven't they been afraid that you will pass Anren's position directly to me?"

"you!"

The falcon is speechless.

In the temple, there was a sudden silence.

"It's my business who will take over me in the future. You don't have to make a decision for me!"

Jun Lingan's face was as deep as water, "But as the eldest daughter of the Sanyi tribe, you must consider the interests of the family! It's okay if you like Zhang Xuan. It's fine. It's fine if you let him be your first friend, but you can't be too obsessed!"

"Yes! You can choose the men in our three-tail tribe. You just need to choose one of the family kings, perform the ritual of harmony, and give birth to the eldest daughter. You can do whatever you want in the future!"

Mingjiu also persuaded Zishen: "Even if you spoil Zhang Xuan to heaven, it is your family matter, and no one will say anything!"

"No, I have fallen in love with a man in this life, that is, Zhang Xuan. In my eyes, the rest of the people are all dirt!"

Zichun continued to stubbornly and coldly, "I will not hold a tribute with anyone except Zhang Xuan!"

"You..." Jun Lingan was so angry that his body shivered, "Did you forget how the barbarians were established thousands of years ago?"

"What does the establishment of the barbarians have to do with my choice of family lord?"

The purple coin was stunned.

"At that time, the saint of the Hong clan was confused by Zhang Man and would rather lose the magical power to break the seal than combine with Zhang Man, which caused a drastic change and created a barbarian!"

Jun Linganren's face was gloomy: "You are so confused by Zhang Xuan now. In the future, will I dare to hand over the Hong clan to you?"

"Yes! If Zi Chun becomes An Ren of the Hong Clan Alliance in the future, he might be bewitched by Zhang Xuan, and like the Hong Clan saints of the past, he will remove all men from slavery!"

Xuanhu understood the meaning of Falcon Lingan's words, so he added fuel to the fire.

"This..." Everyone was stunned again.

"If we really want to remove the man from his slavery, we female nobles will have nothing!"

"Yes, then will our Hong clan be in chaos?

Have you become a hell like the barbarians?"

After hearing Xuan Ke's words, everyone understood what Falcon Lingan meant, and they were immediately worried.

"Do you understand what I mean now?"

Falcon Lingan was a man, looking at the purple cob coldly.

"clear."

"What do you say?"

"I'm afraid... to let down your high expectations, I would rather not be an Anren from the Hong Clan Alliance in the future than Zhang Xuan as my family!"

The purple coin was making a sound! “……” In the temple, there was another silence.

"You, I'm so disappointed!"

The falcon is as frost as ice.

"Don't worry, please calm down!"

Mingjiu hurried out to smooth things over again, "The Purple Coin General Jun is still young, so she is very obsessed with Zhang Xuan. After a while, she shouldn't be so stubborn!"

"Okay..." Jun Lingan rubbed his eyebrows and shook his head, "It's all gone!"

Everyone left the temple.

"Purple Coin, when will you hold a ceremony with your Lame Family Lord?

At this time, we have to celebrate you well!"

"Yes! I must see, Zhang Xuan limps and you look like the statue of the saint of the Hong clan!"

The snow cuckoo and the green magpies are mocking again.

"snort!"

Zishen ignored them and asked someone to carry Zhang Xuan to a courtyard in Fusang Tree.

In this courtyard, a wooden platform was first built on the tree branches, and then a wooden house was built on it.

There are many wooden houses in the courtyard, but none of them are big.

After all, these wooden houses are built on Fuso trees, so it is naturally impossible to build too big.

However, the size of this courtyard is one of the best among the Fuso trees.

Many people are still busy building a new house in the courtyard.

"General. Army is back!"

Someone screamed in surprise! “Sister!”

Two girls of fifteen or sixteen years old flew out of the crowd and rushed into Zishen's arms.

"General. Army!"

Everyone surrounded him with joy.

"Father, are the family all right?"

Zisan nodded to a middle-aged man.

"Everything is fine, we are all just worried about you!"

Zishen's father stroked his chest and bowed to Zishen and said.

Although he was the father of Zishen, he was still a male slave, so he respected Zishen very much.

"You two, have you practiced arrows well these days?"

Zishen stroked the heads of the two sisters in his arms again.

"We practice there every day!"

Two girls pointed to the wooden walls of the yard, a few targets and straw men.

"That's right, Miss Zhu Yuan and Miss Biyang have to practice arrows for several hours every day. Sometimes, I will take them to the farm outside the city to practice horse riding!"

The Zishen father said.

"That's good!"

Zishen led everyone into the largest wooden house in the middle of the courtyard.

The house is covered with thick animal skins, with a huge couch in the center, and two rows of short tables and soft cushions below.

This is probably the hall of Zichunjia.

The Death Realm is still in a wild civilization, and even the hall of the military family is not as grand as that of ordinary families in the ancestors.

Zishen sat on the giant couch in the middle with a divine baby in her arms.

Zhu Yuanbiyang sat in the first place in the two rows of soft pads below.

Beside them are several other smaller girls.

Zichun's father was standing at the door with a bunch of male slaves.

"Zhang Xuan, come and sit with me!"

The purple coin waved to Zhang Xuan.

"This..." Zhang Xuan was stunned.

"Come and sit at home, there is no need to be polite!"

Zishen said in a commanding tone again.

"All right."

Zhang Xuan and Zishen sat on the huge couch in the center.

"Father, you all sit down too!"

Zishen waved his hand again, letting her father and some high-ranking male slaves sit down.

"Sister, who are this Zhang Xuan and this child...?"

Zhu Yuan looked at Zhang Xuan and Shenying and frowned.

"It's thanks to them who saved my life this time..." Zi Yuan said everything about the incident, ambushing and Zhang Xuan.

"Sister, you can't let him be the leader!"
Chapter completed!