Chapter 498: : Sacrifice

??? The prophet said: "Xuan Wei is right. The purpose of my first search for you was to use you as the seed vessel of the sacred tree. In the future, when the sacred 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 to the Prophet several times, but was stopped by Bai Di's eyes.
Since Slowly said that he had to make it clear to the Prophet, this matter should be left to Slowly to deal with, and it is best not to intervene at will.
They just need to stay quietly and take action when they need it most.
The prophet's eyes were blindfolded, but his sight could fall accurately on Slowly's face through the shark gauze.
He seemed to be looking at the slow change in expression.
Slowly shocked and disappointed.
She did not expect that a living person would become a seed vessel.
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 tightening his lips, he asked instead: "You gave me so many things to kill me?"
"If you have to think so, you can."
"Then what if I refuse to make you wish?"
When he said this, a stubbornness appeared in his eyes slowly.
She didn't want to die.
She has a husband and children, and there are so many delicacies that she wants to eat but can't eat, and she wants to go but can't go far away, so she doesn't want to die!
She wants to live more than anyone else!
The Prophet leaned close to her face: "You are too weak. You have no choice in the face of fate."
As he got closer, his face became more and more flawless, so beautiful that he couldn't move his eyes.
Slowly trying to make her attention not be attracted by his handsome appearance, she said word by word: "I am a demigod now, I am not weak."
"But this body is not yours. You are just borrowing it. Sooner or later you will have to return it. When you are beaten back to your original form, you will find that you are still so weak. You know that your destiny treats you unfairly, but you are still unable to resist. Can only bear it silently."
Slowly clenched his fists, the light in his eyes was extremely firm, burning like flames: "So what? Even if I can't resist, I still have my family members, they will always stand by my side and live with me! "
The prophet's gaze flicked over Baidi and Xue Ling beside her.
Baidi is still, solid and reliable like a knight.
Xue Ling lifted her lips and laughed wildly: "If you want to treat Slowly as a sacrifice, you have to pass my level first. Without my permission, you can never move her hair."
The prophet didn't know what to think, and suddenly touched his slow hair.
"I moved her hair, what can you do with me?"
Blood Ling: "..."
With a slow burst of laughter, she didn't expect the Prophet to have such a naive time.
Baidi also followed with a soft smile.
Blood Ling gritted his teeth: "Count you ruthless!"
The originally tense atmosphere suddenly became much more relaxed after this.
The Prophet loosened his slow chin, and sat upright. He was as clear as a pine and bamboo: "I asked Xiao Ba to arrange a lot of tasks for you. Those tasks are a test and training for you. If you can pass the test, As the training gets stronger and stronger, I will give up taking you as a sacrifice, but if you can't do anything, then you will only have the sole function of being a sacrifice."
Slowly surprised.
Prophet: "You learned alchemy, entered into a contract with plants, and raised your tribe to level A... You did better than I expected."
Slowly his eyes lit up: "You mean, I don't need to be a sacrifice?"
The Prophet touched her head: "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. The person, or you."
Slowly nodded vigorously: "I see."
Seeing her serious and determined appearance, the prophet couldn't help but feel relieved. He suddenly asked, "I heard that you are called Dad Xiaoba?"
The slow expression immediately became embarrassing and energetic.
The Prophet said half-jokingly: "I really want to hear you call Dad."
Slowly: "..."
Seeing her with a horrified expression of being struck by thunder, the prophet's mood became more and more happy. He patted her head gently: "Go and rest."
"Oh."
The three of Baidi Xueling slowly got up.
After walking a few steps, he stopped slowly and suddenly turned his head to look at the prophet: "I still have something to ask you."
"Say it."
After hesitating for a while, he finally decided to ask directly: "Does Xuanwei's death have anything to do with you?"
Hearing this question, Xue Ling subconsciously turned his head and looked at Baidi.
Sure enough, Baidi's expression paused for a moment.
Although it disappeared soon, it was still caught by the blood ling.
After Xuanwei's death, Emperor Bai kept calm and restrained. He didn't seem to take his brother's accidental death too seriously. But just now, when he slowly and suddenly asked about Xuanwei's death, Emperor Bai was perfect. A crack finally appeared in the disguise.
Xue Ling thought, no matter how calm Baidi pretended to be, he still cared about his brother's death in his heart.
Slowly stared at the prophet's face, waiting for his answer.
There was no change in expression on the Prophet's face, but slowly he could feel that the joy in his heart was gradually dissipating, and his attitude became cold.
His reaction made his heart sink slowly.
She seemed to have guessed the answer.
The answer that she least wants her to admit.
The Prophet said: "I just did what I thought was right."
Slowly frowned: "So, Xuanwei was really killed by you?"
The Prophet did not answer.
Baidi grabbed his slow wrist at this time, and he whispered: "Forget it."
At this time, even Baidi and Xue Ling could feel that the prophet was in a bad mood.
Slowly, if you continue to ask questions, it is likely to arouse the anger of the Prophet, and then slowly bear the brunt, and will become the object of the Prophet's hatred.
Finally, he was slowly pulled away by Baidi.
Xue Ling glanced at the prophet who was sitting still, and smiled inexplicably, and then walked with Slowly and Baidi.
In the empty hall, only the prophet was left.
He looked straight ahead, his eyes pierced through the shark 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 blanket: "I don’t understand, since the prophet is determined to kill his mouth, why let us go all the way to find Xuanwei? Is it just for us to see him killed? What's the point?"
Xue Ling sat down next to her, leaning against her like a boneless body, and said casually: "Maybe he wants you to see the enemy being killed with your own eyes, so that you have the pleasure of revenge."
"It's impossible, the Prophet won't care about my grievances."
Baidi walked in.
Slowly showed concern: "Do you want to avenge the prophet?"
Baidi shook his head.
I don't know if I don't want revenge, or I don't want to answer.