The prophet said: "Xuanwei is right. The purpose of my approaching you at the beginning was to use you as a vessel for the seeds of the god tree. In the future, when the god tree grows up, you will become a sacrifice and be sacrificed to Shenmu."
Slowly: "..."
The expressions of Baidi and Xueling became very ugly at the same time.
Xue Ling wanted to speak out against the Prophet several times, but was stopped by Bai Di with his eyes.
Since Huan Huan said that he wanted to make it clear to the Prophet, this matter should be handed over to Huan Huan, and others had better not intervene at will.
They just need to stand by quietly and take action when Xu Xu needs it most.
The prophet's eyes were blindfolded, but his sight was able to pass through the gauze and accurately land on Xu Xu's face.
He seemed to be observing the slow change in expression.
Slowly both shocked and disappointed.
She didn't expect that a living person would become a vessel for a seed.
Even in the future, she will be deprived of her life and become a sacrifice to the sacred tree.
The Prophet pinched her chin and raised her face: "Do you hate me now?"
Slowly pursing his lips, he asked without answering: "You gave me so many things just to kill me?"
"If you want to think so, it's okay."
"Then what if I refuse to grant you your wish?"
When he said this, there was a stubbornness in Xu Xu's eyes.
She doesn't want to die.
She has a husband and children, and there are so many delicacies she wants to eat but can't eat, and places she wants to go but can't go, she doesn't want to die!
She wants to live more than anyone else!
The Prophet leaned closer to her face: "You are too weak, you have no right to choose in the face of fate."
After getting closer, his face became more and more flawless, so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off it.
Slowly trying to keep her attention from being attracted by his handsome appearance, she said word by word: "I am now a demigod, I am not weak."
"But this body is not yours, you just borrowed it, and you will have to return it sooner or later. When you are beaten back to your original shape, you will find that you are still so weak. You know that fate has treated you unfairly, but you are still powerless to resist. I can only bear it in silence."
Slowly clenched his fists, the light in his eyes was extremely firm, burning like a flame: "So what? Even if I can't resist, I still have my family, they will always stand by my side and live with me! "
The prophet's gaze flicked over Baidi and Xueling beside her.
Baidi remained motionless, solid and reliable like a knight.
Xueling raised his lips and smiled recklessly: "If you want to treat Slow as a sacrifice, you have to pass my test first. Without my permission, you can't move a single hair of her."
The Prophet didn't know what to think, and suddenly stroked Slow's hair.
"I moved her hair, what can you do to me?"
Blood Ling: "..."
Laughing slowly, she didn't expect the prophet to be so childish.
Bai Di also smiled softly.
Xue Ling gritted his teeth: "Fuck you!"
The originally tense atmosphere suddenly became much more relaxed after this.
The Prophet let go of his chin, sat up straight, straight and clear like a pine tree: "I asked Xiaoba to arrange many tasks for you, and those tasks are a test and training for you. As you get stronger and stronger during training, I will give up using you as a sacrifice, but if you can't do anything, then you will only have the only role of being a sacrifice."
Slowly revealing surprise.
Prophet: "You have learned alchemy, made a contract with plants, and promoted the tribe to A-level... You have done better than I expected."
Slowly's eyes lit up: "You mean, I don't have to be a sacrifice?"
The prophet touched her head: "Do you remember what I told you before? Your destiny is in your own hands. I have prepared two paths for you, but it really decides which path you can take in the end." person, or yourself."
Slowly and vigorously nodded: "I see."
Seeing her serious and determined appearance, the Prophet couldn't help feeling relieved, and he suddenly asked, "I heard that your name is Xiaoba's father?"
Slowly's expression immediately became embarrassing.
The Prophet half-jokingly said: "I really want to hear you call Dad."
Slowly: "..."
Seeing her expression of horror of being struck by lightning, the Prophet's mood became more and more cheerful, and he patted her on the head lightly: "Go and rest."
"Oh."
Slowly, the three Baidi Xueling got up.
After walking a few steps, he stopped suddenly, turned his head and looked at the prophet: "I have something else I want to ask you."
"Say it."
After hesitating for a moment, he finally decided to ask directly: "Does Xuanwei's death have something to do with you?"
Hearing this question, Xueling subconsciously turned to look at Baidi.
Sure enough, Baidi's expression paused for a moment.
Although it disappeared quickly, it was still captured by Xue Ling.
After Xuanwei's death, Baidi maintained a calm and restrained appearance, as if he didn't take his brother's accidental death too seriously, but just now, when slowly and suddenly asked about Xuanwei's death, Baidi's perfect There was finally a crack in the camouflage.
Xue Ling thought to himself, no matter how calm Baidi pretended to be, he still cared about his brother's death in his heart.
Slowly staring at the Prophet's face, waiting for his answer.
There was no change in expression on the Prophet's face, but he could slowly feel that the joy in his heart was gradually dissipating, and his attitude became colder.
His reaction made Xu Huan's heart sink.
She seemed to have guessed the answer.
The answer that she least wanted her to admit.
The Prophet said, "I just did what I thought was right."
Slowly frowning: "So, Xuan Wei was really silenced by you?"
The prophet did not answer.
At this moment, Bai Di grabbed Slow's wrist, and he whispered, "Forget it."
At this time, even Bai Di and Xue Ling could feel that the prophet was in a bad mood.
Slowly, if you continue to question, it is very likely that it will arouse the anger of the prophet, and slowly bear the brunt of it, and will become the object of the prophet's hatred.
In the end, he was slowly pulled away by Baidi.
Xue Ling glanced at the prophet who was sitting there motionless, smiled inexplicably, and then followed slowly and walked away with Baidi.
In the empty hall, only the Prophet was left.
He looked straight ahead, his gaze pierced through the gauze, and landed in an unknown distance.
No one knew what he was thinking.
The guest room is large, with thick animal skin blankets on the floor. He walked in slowly barefoot and sat down on the blankets: "I don't understand, since the Prophet is determined to kill him, why do we have to go all the way to find him? Xuan Wei? Is it just to let us see him killed with our own eyes? What's the point?"
Xueling sat down next to her, leaning against her as if without bones, and said casually: "Maybe he wants you to see your enemy killed with your own eyes, so that you will feel the pleasure of revenge."
"It's impossible, the Prophet wouldn't care about my grievances."
Baidi walked in.
Huan Huan looked worried: "Do you want to take revenge on the Prophet?"
Bai Di shook his head.
I don't know if I don't want revenge, or I don't want to answer.