"No matter what you represent, no matter what kind of existence you are, you will never change for us. You will always be someone we are willing to follow."
Lowering his head deeply, Tours tried his best to express his emotions.
Turs knelt on the ground, his body trembling slightly.
Pray, plead, plead.
He was not as calm as he appeared on the surface. In fact, he was already panicking inside.
Regarding Ning Feng's loss of control and escape, Tours was puzzled and confused at the beginning. He didn't know what was going on, and he felt like the sky was falling.
But when Turs saw the confusion in Ning Feng's eyes, he breathed a sigh of relief again.
He suddenly felt that the child he had been watching had finally grown up.
Ah...so that's it.
Because the light on his body was so dazzling that everyone forgot that the prophet who led everyone along was not omnipotent.
In fact, he is just a child who has not grown up for long.
His parents died early because of this dark era, and he had no one to rely on, but instead became someone else to rely on.
He is a light that tears through the darkness, holding a lamp and leading everyone forward step by step in the darkness.
But no matter how dazzling he is, he is still human.
You will be tired, doubtful, and sad.
The prophet will also feel despair, fear of the future, and not know what to do.
This truth will not disappoint Tours, he will only feel that the face he has been unable to see clearly has finally become clear.
The light will indeed make people chase it, but if it is too bright, it will also make people fear it.
But the current prophet is not dazzling, but also makes people want to follow him.
"…………"
Silence, suffocating silence.
Turs did not raise his head. He could feel that the prophet in front of him had not left either. He was looking at him quietly with his head lowered.
Will he feel angry?
Are you tired of having a bunch of followers?
Turs didn't know the answer and didn't dare to confirm it with the Prophet.
But in his heart, he still held a trace of unrealistic extravagant hopes.
Please don't leave us, even if you feel tired.
Finally, after Turs felt like a long day had passed, his stiff body finally moved.
He heard a sigh...from the mouth of the Prophet.
call.
Seemingly helpless and understanding at the same time, Tours didn't understand.
"Tulsi, raise your head."
"grown ups……"
Tours hesitated, not knowing what to do, and he hesitated to raise his head.
Snap.
!
While Tours was hesitating, a warm hand gently pressed his shoulder.
"You dared to talk to me like that just now, but now you don't dare to look up at me?"
The prophet's voice returned to its usual gentleness, and he chuckled and teased in Tours' ear:
"Stand up boldly, Turs."
"Or do you want me to change my mind?"
Turs:!!!
Raising his head suddenly, Turs saw a familiar warm smile, and the prophet was smiling at him with his head lowered.
He said:
"Don't worry, I won't abandon you."
Tick tock.
Tears flowed from his eyes uncontrollably, and Turs stared at the prophet blankly.
Ahhhh...
Very good.
Very good……
The old man forgot to get up, so he knelt down so piously and moved, letting his tears wet his clothes.
The prophet did not stop him anymore, he just smiled gently and with a hint of helplessness.
He walked behind Tours and knelt down, gently patted the old man's back and comforted him wordlessly.
"do not worry."
"I will always stand in front of you."
He said:
"There will be no more gods ahead of you."
"just me."
…
…
boom!
"Lord Habalon, look at this thing I found! Do you know what it is?"
The sturdy man walked up to Habalon carrying a huge iron gate, and the shadow cast by his tall stature directly enveloped the short scout.
But Habalon was not nervous. He circled the man twice, observed it, and then spoke confidently:
"I don't know! But it feels very dangerous! Let's put it up first."
"OK!"
Without doubting his presence, the man showed an honest smile, nodded and walked towards the other side with the iron gate on his back.
Boom boom boom.
Habalon looked at the shaking figure with envy, raised his withered arm and gestured, and sighed.
Not only are her calves thicker than my thighs, they are almost as thick as my waist!
Damn it!
But his inexplicable sadness did not last long before he was interrupted by another companion who walked up to him.
"Lord Habalon, what do you think of this I found?"
Looking at the metal ball in the girl's hand, Habalon looked at it and waved his hand.
"Hmm...this seems harmless, let's put it on the other side."
"OK."
"Next!"
"I'm coming!"
…
Ning Feng and Tours stood side by side and watched silently for a while, watching the bustling business in the latest camp.
"…………"
After a long silence, Ning Feng finally spoke and sighed:
"This is what they look like without me?"
With an equally serious expression, Tours sniffed and said:
"……Yes."
The two looked at each other, and finally sighed helplessly.
"This is really..."
"It's not pretty."
Tours' lips moved, but in the end he didn't explain, he just lowered his head hard:
"……terribly sorry."
Do you want to take a look at what you are doing?
What danger can a broken iron door pose? Can it fall down and kill you?
Forget it, there’s no harm in being more cautious. As a result, the dangerous object that was obviously an explosive was immediately placed in a safe place...
Ning Feng watched for a long time and finally understood Habalon's logic:
Anyone older than him is in danger.
As long as it's smaller than him, it's safe.
Very reasonable, very smart, very... headache-inducing.
Just by looking at it, Ning Feng felt that his temples began to beat continuously, and the blood rushed straight to his brain.
Why didn't you realize that Habalon had this ability before?
Oh, I only let him die before, but he never lived this long...
Tours laughed when he saw Ning Feng's headache and said with a smile:
"So, please guide us ineffective followers from the front."
Shaking his head helplessly, Ning Feng let out a long sigh:
"Yes, you must guide me, otherwise I will really worry about your future."
It’s really not a worry.
In Tours's gaze, the Lord Prophet had a smile on his lips, and walked slowly over as if helpless.
Just like walking out of the dungeon towards the unknown world.
But this time, the prophet is no longer facing enemies, but his followers.
Turs, on the other hand, also followed behind the prophet.