Chapter 939: : One Hundred Thousand Army

"Okay, dad promise you. Come and bring this..." Mo Hua took off an ancient ring with the word Mo from his finger and gave it to Mo Tian to wear it on his hand. "This is the Mo ring worn by the patriarchs of the Mo family. Today I passed on to you the position of the patriarch and the future of the Mo family. With it, the descendants of the former dead of the Mo family will definitely be loyal to you. The future of the Mo family is left to you."
"Father, it's been a hundred years, are those dead men still reliable?" Mo Tian felt the chills brought by Mo Zhijie, and asked his father with doubts.
"Don't worry, even the descendants of the dead men of the Mo ethnic group will also dedicate themselves to the Mo ethnic group. They have also raised several soldiers over the years. Although they have been extinguished each time, their loyalty will not change."
"Father, don't worry, we will definitely run out and take back the land that belongs to us."
"Okay, haha, you deserve to be my Mo Hua's son, you will run your own when the time comes, don't worry about me, running separately is the most promising..."
The parting night was difficult. Mo Tian lay on his father’s lap, enjoying the last bit of peace. In the dark night sky, he seemed to have seen his mother, waving to him in the distance. He laughed and cried again...
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