Mingyue of the Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/   The latest work of Xiangnan Xiaoxiaosheng! The development of this story is so stressful, shocked, panicked, caught off guard, and impatient... It is beyond Lord Xiao An's vocabulary!

What is the situation with these prophets around you?

What's going on?

What a thing!

The old man was obviously trying to expose his rhythm before! Why were these sheep people mistakenly thought that they were passing the prophet’s heavy responsibility to him? Is it okay to experience the context? None of the sheep villagers around them had an IQ online? Don’t kneel down to yourself!

"Prophet, what should we do?"

"prophet……"

The shouts made Xiao An a little breathless, but the confused and helpless eyes of the sheep people around him made Xiao An not know whether he should follow the flow or not to be the prophet.

Perhaps sheep people have a kind of dependence on the "leader" in their bones, which is a nature like a sheep eating grass, not simply "slaveness" and "weakness".

But Xiao An does have his own concerns...

Can't you say that if you let him do it, he doesn't want to save face?

Besides, he and the old prophet do not get along with each other, and it is easy to be exposed. If the truth of the incident tonight is revealed...

"prophet!"

"Everyone," Xiao An suddenly spoke, his voice was low but very powerful. As soon as he spoke, the crying around him subsided, "No matter what, let's discuss the matter of the New Prophet later. Let's clean up the battlefield first, treat the injured, and take good care of the emotions of the families of the deceased... Also, form a patrol team, take more torches, patrol around the Yang Village, and also patrol the village."

The sheep around immediately agreed, and naturally someone would go to place the corpse of the old prophet. Xiao An took advantage of the fact that no one around him to take notice and walked into the darkness.

In the Yang Village, someone ran by with gongs and drums. The villagers walked out of the cellars everywhere. The news that the old prophet was "dead" and the new prophet were foreigners quickly passed to the ears of all the villagers in Yang Village with the night wind.

There are cries in the sheep village of tens of thousands of people, not only commemorating the old prophets, but also the same tribes who died in the war...

As Xiao An walked, he arrived at the corner of Yang Village where there were not many people, jumped to a thatched hut, lay down, and looked at the stars in the sky.

The long sword was lying quietly beside him, and the master of the system did not disturb Xiao An.

Come to another world, with the task of destroying the world, he is forced step by step by step by the system...

Last time I fought with the Pirate Ship, Xiao An also killed many people, but he was not as bored as he is now.

It seems that what I cannot accept now is not "killing". The last time Xiao An killed a real human, but this time Xiao An killed just a werewolf.

His depression is that he keeps asking himself... Even if he does this, even if he is self-defeating and unintentional, isn't it too despicable?

Judging from the current results, it is indeed extremely despicable.

Through bloodshed, the villagers trust and worship themselves more, and even became the new prophets of Yangcun by chance.

——Although Xiao An knew that when the expedition hunting team returned tomorrow, his status as a prophet would probably be challenged by the real strong men in the village, at this moment, Xiao An could feel that the sheep were really stupid to regard him as a prophet.

ridiculous.

"Ha, despicable me," Xiao An lies on his left arm, his right hand blocking his eyes, and lies silently.

No one saw his clenched teeth, nor did anyone see his clenched fists.

Maybe sooner or later, Xiao An would go on the road to destroy the world and destroy the world that countless lives care about and cherish.

That was already a belief that began to be rooted in Xiao An's heart.

But Xiao An always felt that he could be a dignified demon king, conquer with his strength and destroy with his fists.

Instead of... intrigue for something, not to do anything to achieve your goal!

Dada.

The system master is really good at making the appearance at the right time, so Xiao An could only put down his arms and use a pair of blood-filled eyes to stare at the lines of text appearing on the blade.

‘The first phase of task completion: 95%’

‘Because of an accident, the difficulty of the second phase of the mission will be greatly reduced’

‘Anyway… it was done well.’

The system is exhausted?

"I'm thinking of someone."

Dada dada...

'parents?'

"Quiet."

So, the system left a line of ellipsis, which was hidden but not visible.

Xiao An lay there for a while, gradually closed his eyes, listened to the crying sounds coming from the wind and howlings getting farther and farther away, and fell asleep unconsciously.

He had a dream, and in the dream he sat with the angry old prophet playing chess. Neither of them said anything, but the old prophet beat him this time...

The next morning, Xiao An was shouted out.

"Prophet?Prophet?"

This rich Henan accent.

The strength to complain at the beginning proves that Xiao An has recovered some of his "virility".

"Well...what's wrong?" Xiao An responded subconsciously, sitting on the thatched hut and looking at the uncles below.

The uncle said sadly: "According to the rules of our village, the bodies that have passed away cannot exceed one day. Look, are we going to perform the ceremony now, or wait for them to come back to perform the ceremony?"

They refer to the expedition hunting team.

"Have you sent someone to inform them?"

"Yes, prophet, we didn't dare to disturb you when you saw you rest here last night."

Xiao An sat there silent for a while, then pressed his sore neck and turned his head, "Then let's talk about it when they come back."

Several uncles looked at each other and nodded in agreement. Then they might feel embarrassed to stay with Xiao An, so they quickly said goodbye and left.

Xiao An sat facing the sun rising to the east and was stunned. When he saw the two "reporters" of the Sheep Village Daily hiding not far away, he waved to the two young sheep.

"First, Prophet..."

Xiao An had a stern face: "Have you forgotten the rules of our village? Call me the editor-in-chief!"

"Oh, editor-in-chief."

The two little boys relaxed immediately, but they no longer had their usual laughs. It was obvious that they had cried before because there were a large number of casualties in the village.

Xiao An thought for a while and asked, "Now in the village...well, what do you think of me?"

"How do you think? Use your eyes." A little boy, Yang, answered silly, almost rolling his eyes in a big way.

"What were they saying when they mentioned me!" Xiao An hated him for not fighting.

The two little boys organized the following words: "Respect, and be grateful."

"The editor-in-chief's prediction is very accurate. If the editor-in-chief didn't ask us to spread the news, I don't know how many people would have died or injured yesterday. Also, I heard from several top goats that the editor-in-chief also killed many werewolfs last night and saved many people."

The two little boys gave a thumbs up manually, and the bitter smile on Xiao An's lips flashed.

"Okay, I understand," Xiao An lay there again, letting the sun shine on his side, a little lazy and not wanting to move. "You two will go back first, and I will call you to a meeting in the afternoon or when..."

"Why."

Two unadulterated lamb men muttered as they walked.

"The editor-in-chief becomes a prophet, so do we become the prophet's direct subordinates?"

"Yes, right, then we can walk sideways in the village in the future?"

These little guys.

Xiao An was inexplicably feeling better, probably because he felt he was dependent on him.

What should I do next? You can’t really be a prophet, right? Although you have a transcendent status and the power of a ‘guidor’ in the Sheep Village, it’s not bad.

These are all Ten Thousand Battle Sheep. After pulling out the ancient continent, you can definitely form a super legion.

What kind of treasure sword slays the dragon, the magic sword slays the sky, when my Dayang Village comes out, who dares to compete!

"Haha," Xiao An amused himself. The scene was a bit funny when I thought about it, and his mood gradually became cheerful as the sunlight slowly rose.

Suddenly, there were rapid footsteps coming from the side, but the footsteps stopped abruptly more than ten meters away.

Xiao An lay there and turned his head and looked over. What he saw first was the anxiety and worry emitted by a beautiful big eye, but then he was attracted by the scene under the fair neck...

The shirt was soaked with sweat, and the chest was constantly undulating, as if something was about to break free...

The correct eye covering posture at this time must be to separate your fingers!

However, Xiao An naturally admired it and did not shy away from it, because the person who came was Ivy, the one who had been with him day and night for two months.

"Yo," Xiao An raised his hand and greeted him, "What are you doing in such a hurry?"

"Owner!"

Ivy shouted in dismay, accelerated a few steps and jumped up, spread her arms, and threw Xiao An on the roof of the thatched cottage.

So vigorous?

Xiao An was caught off guard and had not had time to speak, but he was squeezed by two pieces of flesh, making it difficult to breathe.

"Master! I shouldn't leave you! Sorry, Master, I'm sorry!"

Brother is fine, okay! But you are almost suffocated by you, a big-breasted girl! What kind of plot is this at 8 o'clock! Isn't our relationship the same as my buddies? Why do you feel like the domineering president pampersing the novice face?

Do you want to contract a fish pond for me too! You are so naughty.

"Well..." Xiao An's voice was a little a little, well, appropriately ecstatic...

Click, click.

What's the movement?

Xiao An and Ivy looked down at the same time. Before they could react, the feeling of weightlessness followed...

Pang!
Chapter completed!