Chapter 478

At a slow glance, he recognized that this God servant was the one who went up the holy mountain with his back on his back.

He didn't know slowly at this time. He took her as a guest of the prophet.

Especially when he was aware of her strong breath, his attitude became more respectful and cautious.

"The prophet only allowed Lord Yutian and Lord Xueling to go up the mountain. Other orcs please wait at the foot of the mountain."

Slowly read his gratitude to her when he carried her up the mountain. She didn't mean to embarrass him. She let the orcs stay in place and wait.

God guides the way ahead.

Slowly and blood plume one after the other to follow behind him.

There is no end to the towering stairs.

She had climbed twice slowly. She was so tired that she couldn't walk on the way. But this time, she was very steady in every step. Until they came to the temple door on the hillside, she still did not have the appearance of panting and tiredness.

It is worthy of the body of the Dragon nationality, and her physical strength is much stronger than that of her before.

The servant took them into the temple, and then walked out in silence.

The hall of the temple was empty. Looking around slowly, he called out, "prophet, are you there?"

A moment later, the prophet came out of the side door.

The white Shasha robe set off his figure more and more tall and slender. On his nearly perfect face, his eyes were covered by the mackerel yarn, and his long light gold hair hung down to his waist, as if the moon was shining.

"Here you are," said the prophet, as if facing an old friend whom he had not seen for a long time, "sit down."

Slowly sit down with Xueling in Futuan opposite him.

This Futon is very soft. I can't help touching it slowly. Under the futon is animal skin, and the top is cotton cloth, which is filled with cotton.

Even though his eyes were blindfolded, the prophet still knew the slow movements. He said, "these cotton and cotton were bought from the rock city. There are many good things in the rock city. Frost cloud is a good king of beasts. He takes good care of the rock city."

Heard others praise their husband, slowly some proud: "frost cloud is really good."

Xueling looked at her like a smile.

The prophet said, "I know the purpose of your coming from afar."

Slowly want to ask small eight things, but taking into account the blood Ling in the side, she can only press the impulse in the heart, turned to the blood Ling said: "can you avoid it?"

Xueling didn't answer and asked, "is what you want to say that I can't listen to?"

He went all the way to accompany him to the Pantheon temple. At this time, she wanted to drive him away. Slowly, she felt very guilty. But what should be said was still to say: "there are some things I can only tell the prophet."

Xueling chuckled, and her eyes were cold: "it seems that the relationship between you and the prophet is even closer than that between us."

Slowly do not know how to explain, can only silence to.

Xueling was very upset and got up mercilessly to leave.

After he left, he slowly opened his mouth and asked what he wanted to know most: "prophet, do you know where Xiaoba is?"

"It made a deal with me to save you."

She could not help saying, "I thought you were trading with each other, but now it seems that I have guessed wrong. What is the deal between you?"

Instead of answering the question directly, the prophet asked her a question slowly.

"What do you think of this Pantheon?"

Slowly following his gaze, she thought for a moment and said cautiously, "it's big and powerful here."

"What do you think would happen if you lived here forever?"

I can't answer slowly.

If she was allowed to live in such a cold place, she would be so lonely and crazy.

The prophet knelt down on the futon, his white shawl robe spread out on the ground, his clear white fingers overlapped slightly, his eyes hidden behind the shawl, and he could not see his expression at this time. He sighed softly, and his voice wandered in the empty temple.

"It's a cage. I'm trapped here and can't leave for life. I can't remember how many years I haven't seen the outside world. Those mountains, rivers, lakes and seas have become a symbol in my memory. I know their existence, but I can't remember what they are like

Slowly opened his mouth, I want to comfort him a few words, but the words to the mouth, but also found that his words are too shallow.

As a prophet, he knew more than she did and experienced more than she did.

Her consolation had no effect on him.

The prophet looked straight ahead, and his sight seemed to penetrate the Shasha, crossing slowly and falling into the mountains, rivers and lakes in the distance.

"I envy Xiao Ba very much. It can follow your steps, see the outside world, as well as your trust and dependence on it, which makes me quite envious, so I want to exchange identity with him, but it refused."

Slowly secretly for the small eight point a praise, good rejection!The prophet said, "it wants to save you, but it is reluctant to leave you, so we each step back. I shared all the senses and intuition with Xiao ba. I can see the outside world through its eyes, and hear every word you say to it through its ears. Thanks to you, I have a very happy time

Slowly the eye dew is surprised: "originally this is your trade content."

"It took your life, and I saw the outside world, and we all got what we wanted. It was a good deal."

Slowly frown: "but if it's just like this, why does Xiaoba disappear suddenly?"

The prophet took back his sight and fell on her again: "Xiaoba should have told you that you need to pay something precious when you are resurrected in Yutian's body?"

Nod slowly to show that you still remember.

"What you pay is little eight."

Slowly stunned, then Huoran got up, excitedly asked: "why is Xiaoba? I have so many things on me. Why is it? "

"It is the most precious thing in you. At the moment of your resurrection, it is doomed to leave one day," the prophet said quietly. "Heaven is very fair. If you get one thing, you have to pay another thing. You get the chance to be reborn and pay Xiaoba."

"I didn't expect it would be Xiaoba. If I had known that it was paying for it, I would rather not have the chance to revive."

"You have been resurrected, Xiaoba must leave, you can't go back on your regret."

"Is there no way to save it? You are a prophet, and you must know how to save it? "

The prophet did not speak.

He knelt down slowly in front of him and pleaded with tears: "please think of a way, as long as you can save it, no matter what I want to do!"

The voice of the prophet was cold: "whatever you do, you can do it."

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