Mo Han looked at the visitor: "Do you consider this a threat?"
The visitor shook his head slightly: "The prophet never threatens anyone, only others ask for the prophet. So this is not a threat, it is just describing a fact. If you think this is a threat, then you should not go, and the prophet will not force it.
"
Looking at the indifferent gaze of the visitor, Mo Han suddenly couldn't figure out what the prophet was planning and what he liked about him. Otherwise, with the authority of the prophet in the demon continent, he would never allow anyone to impersonate him.
The spokesperson was still safe and sound, and Mo Han still pretended to be unscrupulous.
But at this time, the messenger sent by the prophet was very friendly towards him and did not mention his previous misdeeds at all. This made Mo Han confused about what medicine was sold in the prophet's gourd, but this did not affect Mo Han's desire to ask for benefits.
: "What's the benefit of me going? I can't just go with you just for a piece of news about my friend. At least you have to give me some visible benefit, otherwise I believe that with my ability, I can find my friend's
It’s relatively easy to get the news.”
The prophet looked at Mo Han speechlessly, and finally understood why the prophet had followed him before coming, asking him to be patient. This human race was a bit difficult to deal with: "The prophet has always been fair. Whatever you pay, you will get.
I don't have the right or qualification to grant you the benefits you want. You need to talk to the prophet for everything. It's up to you whether you want to go or not. You only have one chance, so decide quickly."
This is the most speechless time for the Prophet since he became the Prophet. No matter which time he appeared in the past, he was respected and sought after by others. If he ordered something, the people of the demon clan would rush to complete it. How can they compare with Mo Han?
Generally, people in the vegetable market ask for favors like bargaining.
Mo Han grinned: "Okay, if that's the case, then I will accompany you to meet the prophet. It just so happens that I also have some things I want to ask him. Maybe I can find some answers from him."
The prophet was speechless. He had never seen such a shameless person before, but he couldn't do anything. He could only turn around and leave, saying to Mo Han: "Come with me!"
The northernmost place in the Monster Continent, where the old turtle’s left front foot is located in the Cambrian Continent, is the residence of the Monster Prophet. This is one of the forbidden areas in the entire Monster Continent. Without the call of the Prophet, any Monster Race
No human being can enter. Anyone who does not listen to the advice has disappeared from this world.
It is said that no one or monster has ever been able to see the true form of the prophet. Everyone who is received by the prophet is separated by a distance and cannot see the prophet's face, but can only hear the prophet's voice.
Mo Han followed the prophet's messenger to the place where the prophet was. He saw that this place had nothing to do with luxury. There was only a thatched hut standing alone on the edge of the lake after countless years of wind and rain. The thatched hut looked a bit shabby, even
It is doubtful whether there will be any leakage. There are no other buildings or other things placed around the lake. Everything exists purely.
Occasionally, there will be various animals running around freely.
The prophet came outside the thatched house and said with piety and respect: "Prophet, he has arrived."
After a long time, a voice came from the thatched house: "Let him come in, please get out!"
The prophet's messenger was shocked after hearing the prophet's words. He couldn't understand where Mo Han came from, and he was actually able to be received by the prophet in person. You must know that the people who came before, no matter what their status, could only wait outside the thatched house, thinking
Don't even think about being able to enter the house, let alone see the prophet directly.
Mo Han blinked at the prophet, pushed open the broken door of the thatched house and walked in.
There is nothing in the thatched house except a bed also made of thatched grass. Everything is very simple.
On the bed made of thatch, a snow-white silkworm lay on it, motionless. If it weren't for the bright eyes of the silkworm looking at Mo Han, Mo Han would have thought it was dead. After all, Mo Han had no trace of it.
Feel the breath of any life.
"Are you the prophet they call you?" Mo Han sat down on the ground. Originally, Mo Han was going to sit on the bed, but after careful consideration, he was worried that the bed wouldn't be able to withstand his sitting, so he changed his mind.
The prophet silkworm glanced at Mo Han, as if he could see Mo Han's hesitation, and said: "Actually, you can sit on the bed. This bed is not as fragile as you look. If it is really fragile, then it cannot hold up.
abiding in the sleep of prophets for generations.”
Mo Han's eyes suddenly lit up: "Then is this bed a treasure? It can support your sleep for generations. If it's not a treasure, it won't pass. Why don't you give this to me? I happen to be out and about a lot.
There’s a bed!”
The prophet's eyes seemed to be talking, and he said with a smile: "That's what I meant. Since you want it too, I'll give it to you!"
Mo Han's head shook like a rattle in an instant: "No, no, what you magicians give you is definitely not easy to collect. I don't want it. If you come to me for anything, just go ahead. I'm leaving now."
Yes, I’m very busy!”
The prophet's eyes suddenly narrowed: "The three hundred guards around you, if I guessed correctly, they are all demons. You must know that demons are the biggest enemies of the human and demon races, and they are also eternal enemies. You and them
If you mix together and incorporate them, aren't you afraid of being dragged into the abyss by them?"
Mo Han grinned: "They are just my friends. Just because their skins are different, we cannot assume that they are demons. Besides, the demon clan is a cultivator and has all kinds of things. Are they all demons?"
"Although I have not interfered with the affairs of the Demon Clan Continent for a long time, nor have I asked about the affairs of the Cambrian Continent, it does not mean that my old eyesight is dim. I can still tell whether it is a human or a ghost." The prophet looked at Mo Han and said.
Mo Han showed no sign of weakness: "You are so smart, you know geography well, and you can predict good and bad luck, so can you tell me what is right and what is wrong? What is righteousness and what is evil?"
The prophet looked at Mo Han deeply: "You have already made a decision in your heart, why do you still ask such a confusing question? Or is this question important to you?"
"Since you know that I have made a decision in my heart, then why do you have any meaningless words? As for whether yours is important to me, it depends on people and things, maybe it is important, maybe it is not important. But I need them now,
We need them in the future. Even if I stand on the opposite side of the world, I will not hesitate!" At this time, Mo Han was already filled with murderous intent. Of course, this murderous intent was not directed at the prophet silkworm, but at the things he thought about the people he thought about.