The heart is not as good as the action, Lin Mo immediately used the power of faith to exchange 32 super rice seeds, and communicated with her through quiet prayers.

Inside the sanctuary, the flame totem burst out fiery flames, kneeling and praying quietly, feeling a burst of warmth all over the body, and bursts of invisible fluctuations, accompanied by the beating of the flame, continued to spread outward.

Not only Qingyou and the four civet girls in the sanctuary felt this fluctuation, but even the civet tribe people waiting outside also felt it.

Everyone knelt at the same time, waiting nervously and excitedly.

"I, the **** of fire, accept the service of the civet clan, and I will protect the civet clan from now on."

An ethereal and solemn voice sounded in Qingyou's mind, Qingyou's delicate body was shaken, and his eyes filled with excitement tears.

"My saint, I will bless you here."

Lin Mo said, using that attribute enhancement point on Qingyou.

Qingyou only felt a powerful force descending from the sky. This force broke through all the shackles on her body, and her thoughts even became clearer and clearer.

"Oh my god, I awakened magic!"

Qingyou's mind moved slightly, and a small flame emerged from her palm. Looking at the flame, Qingyou shouted in surprise.

Lin Mo glanced at the quiet attribute panel and found that her profession had changed from nothing to a first-order magician.

"The miracle! The miracle happened again!"

The civets outside the sanctuary heard the quiet voice, and they all shouted in excitement.

Qingyou was 16 years old, and at this age she could still awaken her magic talent, except for the gift of the gods, there was no other way to explain it.

At this moment, only the most pious belief and awe are left in the hearts of all the Civets.

Through the sanctuary, Lin Mo also transmitted the 32 special rice seeds, which closed the quiet prayer channel and continued to store the burning value.

As the flame on the totem dissipated, Qingyou also realized that the God of Flame had left, she slowly stood up and walked towards the totem.

A handful of seemingly inconspicuous seeds were placed under the totem, Qingyou held them in the palm of his hand, and turned and walked out of the temple.

"Holy Woman!"

"Holy Woman!"

Seeing Qingyou stepping out, all the civet tribe members respectfully bowed to her, even her mother, the patriarch of the civet tribe, was no exception.

She has become a saint, the possession of a great god, and even a glance at her is a blasphemy against the god.

"People of the tribe, the great God of Flame has accepted our tribe and has given generous blessings."

With the seeds in the hands raised quietly, the Civet tribe people cheered excitedly.

"Saint, what did the great God of Fire give us?"

The patriarch walked over and asked respectfully.

Even though Qingyou is her daughter, the patriarch respectfully used honorifics.

"This is the holy rice given to us by the gods. With it, we will never live the days of hunger and hunger again."

Qingyou held the seed in front of the patriarch and said happily.

"Let me show it to you."

Qingyou saw the doubts on the faces of the tribe. She smiled and walked towards the land, followed by the curious Civet tribe.

Part of the land has been turned over by the Civet tribe, and the plant ash has been mixed with the soil to become the best fertilizer.

Qingyou stretched out his hand, gently dug a small hole in the ground, and then threw a rice seed into it.

She buried the seeds and poured a little water on them.

Then she hung her hand above the ground, and a faint red light lit up in her palm. She wanted to use the magic that had just awakened to ripen this seed quickly!