Chapter 47: The choice of the prophet, the follower of the fool

　　 Lu Zhengkang came to the resting place and dropped the prophet on the way.
　　 The prophet is still so kind. The difference is that she seems to be a little more cheerful, and the sadness entangled in her heart gradually dissipates, like a mirror that wipes away the dust, and becomes clearer and clearer.
　　 Lu Zhengkang greets the prophet.
"You are here, ah, really good, you have already got the mask, you have embarked on this unusual path, really good!" The prophet stared at Lu Zhengkang's weird mask, "You carry a lot of heavy Breath, you can’t imagine how strong your heart is. No matter how powerful the enemy is, it will fall under your nails. But you need to remember one thing, that is, never doubt the road under your feet and the footprints behind you.

　　Lu Zhengkang said that he would remember it in his heart, and then sat down cross-legged, relaxed posture, and chatted with the prophet about his plan to preserve the vitality of the holy nest, but the prophet recalled the white king back then and sighed.
　　 Lu Zhengkang listened to the prophet saying some vague history, and then asked her if she knew the situation of Crystal Mountain.
　　 The prophet sighed repeatedly after hearing the crystal mountain peak, "The refracted light is not resigned to loneliness. It was once suppressed by radiation, but now it is also eager to try. If you really want the holy nest to be stable, you need to solve it."
　　 Lu Zhengkang became more and more curious about the will of the crystal mountain, "Is the light refracted also a certain god?"
　　 "The light is born in the crystal, and the crystal grows in the light, the light rises, and the crystal sinks." The prophet seemed to be reciting the sermon, obscure.
　　 Lu Zhengkang heard the cloud, but he didn't come to listen to the prophet's rants. He got up and lifted the worm egg that had been holding it in his arms.
"Prophet, this is a child with a ill-fated life. I hope he can be taught by you after he is born. His elders have no time to take care of him. Only you can guide him on a path of wisdom. Please be sure. Take him in!"
　　 The prophet said in a sad tone, "Oh, the infection and the plague, this is the fault of our family... This kid is very good, but I am afraid I can't take care of him too much time."
"This is not your sin. You are just a survivor who was forced to a dead end by a turbulent wave. The race can do whatever it takes to continue." Lu Zhengkang's tone was serious. He knew that when Dream Nail had collected 2,400 dream essences. Later, the Prophet will choose to return to heaven. This is her relief and the end of another sad tragedy.
　　Lu Zhengkang just wants to try hard to do something, save something, at least he can bear the pain of the road he has walked, and make the world more happy.
The prophet seemed to see through Lu Zhengkang's thoughts, and smiled and took the eggs, "Go, don't be grateful, after all,'fate is always pursued actively,' isn't it?" She quoted Lu Zhengkang once said to Mrs. White. Persuade him if he ever did.
　　 Lu Zhengkang stared deeply at the wise old bug, bowed slightly, and turned away.
The Prophet suddenly said before he went out, "There is a resting place for souls nearby. You can go and see if you feel confused. Although you can't communicate with them without dream nails, the tranquility will still give you the strength to move forward. "
　　 Lu Zhengkang replied, "Go again if you have a chance." As he said, he jumped off the platform.
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　　 once again took a shortcut to the Colosseum of Fools.
Entering the hall, Lu Zhengkang's gaze is projected on the three trial boards in the field, with some labels inserted on each of them. The first warrior trial tablet has the largest number of labels, and each label is the winner. The number of labels on the second Conqueror’s Trial Tablet dropped to less than five. In the end, there were only two labels on the third Fool’s Trial Tablet, one was a mini repair bug, and the other was Mini knight.
　　 It seems that the little knight has completed the three trials of the Colosseum, and his image is qualified to be remembered as the core symbol of the Colosseum of Fools.
　　 The little fool carefully observed the outsider, and then realized that this was the former king of fools, and immediately said humbly: "You are here."
　　 Lu Zhengkang turned his head and said to the little fool who was hanging upside down: "Open the door, I want to enter the gladiatorial area."
　　 Fighters who challenge the trial are eligible to enter the gladiatorial zone from the main entrance, and of course, winners like Lu Zhengkang are also eligible.
　　 When the door opened, the fools who were fighting in the field closed their hands together, and the audience, together with them, stared at the shadow behind the door.
　　 A thin and petite guy walked out from the tall door, but his momentum was like a long river in the sky, and the bursting soul energy turned into flying frost-like wings, curling up in the wind and blowing the ground.
　　 "I'm back!" Lu Zhengkang stood by the door and waved to everyone.
　　 "Wang! King! King!" The audience shouted, hoarse, and released the surprise in their hearts.
　　 The fools bow their heads and salute, and dare not use their eyes to cloud the glory of the King of Fools.
　　 Lu Zhengkang walked slowly, passing through the diverging insect swarms, before coming to the throne, and with a slight jump, the air current held him upright and sat in authority.
　　 "I'm here this time and tell you to use the sword, just because the holy nest has reached the most critical moment!" Lu Zhengkang's voice echoed in the silent and quiet venue.
　　 "Before the old gods can break free from the shackles of the ancestors, we must clear the shelter!"
　　 "Let's go to the deep lair! Go to the territory of Hera the Beast!"
　　 "Watering flowers with blood, UU reading www.uukanshu.com can be called a great cause. If you are willing to embark on this glorious expedition, follow in my footsteps!"
　　 Lu Zhengkang jumped off the throne and left the Colosseum step by step.
　　 Behind him, the cold and fierce insect swarm followed closely, like his floating cloak.
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　　 Nearly a hundred fools, and a dozen soul warriors and soul twisters followed Lu Zhengkang and left the Colosseum.
　　They were behind Lu Zhengkang, jumped down from the elevator shaft, walked through the rain curtain of the city of tears, walked on the road of pilgrims, and stepped into the tribe of praying mantis.
　　 The praying mantis warriors stopped Lu Zhengkang's followers, and Lu Zhengkang went to meet the leader alone.
　　 The three leaders took the initiative to welcome them, and they also had doubts about the menacing Lu Zhengkang.
　　 Lu Zhengkang exchanged greetings with the three leaders and went to the Chamber to discuss business matters.
Lu Zhengkang explained: "This time I hope to establish a contract with you. The purpose is to need you to a group of insects to evacuate the holy nest. As for the deep nest problem, I will solve it, and you don't need to worry about it. This is a win-win proposal. You can also use this to stay away from the threat of radiation."
The chief said in a deep voice: "Great warrior, we respect your ideas and approve your plan, but we represent the holy nest and the tribe. If we want to sign a contract, we need a token of authority, otherwise it will be empty talk lacking credibility. ."
　　 Lu Zhengkang smiled and said: "The token you need will be brought by a noble knight. All we need is to wait for his arrival."
　　 After the negotiation, the followers must have entered this ancient village full of honor, their food and drinking water will be guaranteed, and then there is a long wait.
　　 Lu Zhengkang sat cross-legged in front of the gate of the deep nest, looking at the direction of the edge of the kingdom.