Cute Beast World: Beast Husband, Memeda!

The prophet said: "Xuanwei is right. The reason why I came to you in the first place was to use you as a vessel for the seeds of the sacred tree. In the future, when the sacred tree grows up, you will become a sacrifice and be sacrificed to the sacred tree."

Slowly: "..."

The expressions of Bai Di and Xue Ling became very ugly at the same time.

Xue Ling wanted to speak out against the prophet several times, but was stopped by Bai Di's eyes.

Since Xuanyuan said that he wanted to make it clear to the prophet, this matter should be left to Xuanyuan to handle, and it is best not for others to interfere at will.

They just need to stay quietly and take action when Xiang Xiang needs it most.

The prophet's eyes were blindfolded, but his sight could pass through the same gauze and fall accurately on Huan Huan's face.

He seemed to be studying the slow change of expression.

Xuanyuan was both shocked and disappointed.

She never thought that she, a living person, would become a vessel for a seed.

She may even be deprived of her life in the future and become a sacrifice to the sacred tree.

The prophet held her chin and raised her face: "Do you hate me now?"

Slowly pursed his lips, and asked instead of answering: "You gave me so many things just to kill me?"

"If you insist on thinking so, that's okay."

"Then what if I refuse to let you have your wish?"

When he said this, there was a stubbornness in his eyes.

She didn't want to die.

She has a husband and children, as well as many delicious foods she wants to eat but can’t, and distant places she wants to go but can’t. 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 right to choose in the face of fate."

After getting closer, his face looked even more flawless, so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes away.

Slowly trying to prevent 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 are just borrowing it. Sooner or later, you will have to give it back. When you are beaten back to your original shape, you will find that you are still so weak. You know that fate is unfair to you, but you are still unable to resist. I can only bear it silently."

Slowly clenching his fists, the light in his eyes was extremely firm, as hot as a flame: "So what? Even if I can't resist, I still have my family, and they will always stand by my side and live with me! "

The prophet's eyes passed over Bai Di and Xue Ling beside her.

Bai Di remained motionless, as solid and reliable as a knight.

Xue Ling raised her lips and smiled wildly: "If you want to use Su Yan as a sacrifice, you have to get through me first. Without my permission, you can't even touch a hair on her head."

The prophet didn't know what he was thinking, and suddenly touched Slow's hair.

"I touched her hair, what can you do to me?"

Xue Ling: "..."

She burst out laughing slowly. She didn't expect that the prophet could be so childish at times.

Bai Di also laughed softly.

Xue Ling gritted his teeth: "You are cruel!"

The originally tense atmosphere suddenly became much more relaxed after this.

The prophet let go of his slow chin and sat upright, as straight and clear as a pine tree: "I asked Xiaoba to arrange many tasks for you. Those tasks are a test and training for you. If you can pass the test, you will be able to do it in the future." 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 your only role is to become a sacrifice."

Slowly his eyes showed surprise.

Prophet: "You learned alchemy, formed a contract with plants, and raised the tribe to A level... You did better than I expected."

Slowly, his 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 determines which path you can take in the end. The only person you want is yourself."

Nodding slowly and vigorously: "I understand."

Seeing her serious and determined look, the prophet couldn't help but feel relieved. He suddenly asked: "I heard that you are called Xiaoba's dad?"

The slow expression immediately turned embarrassing.

The prophet said half-jokingly: "I really want to hear you call me daddy."

Slowly: "..."

Seeing her horrified expression of being struck by lightning, the prophet's mood became more and more joyful. He patted her head gently: "Go and rest."

"oh."

Slowly Bai Di, Xue Ling and the others stood up.

After walking a few steps, Suixuan suddenly stopped and turned to look at the prophet: "I still have something to ask you."

"Say it."

After hesitating for a moment, he finally decided to ask directly: "Does Xuan Wei's death have anything to do with you?"

Hearing this question, Xue Ling subconsciously turned to look at Bai Di.

Sure enough, Bai Di's expression paused for a moment.

Although it disappeared quickly, it was still captured by Xue Ling.

After Xuan Wei's death, Bai Di had always maintained a calm and restrained appearance, and did not seem to take his brother's unexpected and tragic death too seriously. But just now, when Xuanyuan suddenly asked about Xuan Wei's death, Bai Di's perfect There was finally a crack in the disguise.

Xue Ling thought to himself, no matter how calm Bai Di 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 expression change on the prophet's face, but he could slowly feel that the joy in his heart was gradually dissipating and his attitude became cold.

His reaction made Xuanyuan's heart sink.

She seemed to have guessed the answer.

The answer 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 took hold of Su Xuan's wrist and whispered, "Forget it."

At this time, even Bai Emperor and Xue Ling could feel that the prophet was in a bad mood.

If Xuanyuan continues to ask questions, it is very likely to arouse the anger of the prophet. When the time comes, Xuanyuan will bear the brunt and become the object of the prophet's hatred.

Finally, he was slowly pulled away by Bai Di.

Xue Ling glanced at the prophet who was sitting motionless, laughed inexplicably, and then left slowly and slowly with Bai Di.

The prophet was the only one left in the empty hall.

He looked straight ahead, his gaze penetrated the same veil and landed on an unknown distance.

No one knows what he is thinking.

The guest room was very large, with a thick animal skin blanket on the floor. He walked in slowly barefoot and sat down on the blanket: "I don't understand, since the prophet is determined to silence him, why do we have to run all the way to find him?" Xuan Wei? Is it just for us to see him killed with our own eyes? What’s the point?”

Xue Ling sat down next to her, leaning against her as if his body was boneless, and said casually: "Maybe he wants you to see your enemy killed with your own eyes, so that you can feel the pleasure of revenge."

"This is impossible. The prophet doesn't care about my grudges."

Bai Di walked in.

Su Xuan 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 if I don’t want to answer.