The bell rang, the wooden stick sunk into the ground, and the free hands were crossed at the wrists, slowly raised, and turned to show the sky.
"King Yundan, Khazas, is a brave warrior who obeys the will of the people and is the new Great Khan. If the gods object, please pass on the will to the torch."
More than thirty torches were silent.
One sentence brought Su Yumo back from the musical to the political drama. She suspected that Hesa was bribed by Yundan Khan.
She has a bad history, is there really such an outrageous election method.
Looking across, the dark crowd was motionless, and she was the only one who was jumping in anxiety.
On second thought, Stu has so many talented people under his command. If someone can blow out the torch from a distance, the problem can be solved directly from the root without using force.
King Yundan Khan walked slowly towards Hesa, lowered his head slightly, and Hesa recited something she could not understand and took off the wolf tooth pendant from her neck. This scene coincided with the oil paintings in some palaces.
The rope passed through the head of King Yundan Khan and got closer and closer.
Fifteen centimeters, thirteen centimeters, twelve centimeters...
No one stood up. Didn’t the signal get through?
Isn't it obvious what bracelet she's wearing?
Ten centimeters, still no one.
Could it be that she was wrong? They were so patient.
She had to do something.
Su Yumo took small steps on the spot. She rolled up one sleeve to her elbow, exposing the bracelet to everyone. Her skin trembled in the air.
In the past, she would have gone to the tent to warm up, maybe even eat some melon seeds and watch the show. If there was someone around, she would have chatted with him.
She was willing to endure hunger and cold here, perhaps because she had promised Nastu to deliver a message to them, and she didn't want to break her promise.
Maybe she wanted him to win.
My frozen feet gradually regained feeling. I estimated the distance to be about ten meters, so it would be no problem to rush over.
The frequency of your feet hitting the ground becomes faster and faster.
Eight centimeters...
She kicked her legs, launched like a rocket, and swung her arms to rush forward. A shadow flashed in the peripheral vision of the people standing on both sides of her. Before they could stretch out their hands to stop her, Su Yumo had already come between the two of them.
The daily morning run is not in vain.
At this moment, he was extremely grateful to his father for risking serious injury to her every day to wake her up and run.
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