Chapter 321 (1/2)

Slowly staring at the person in front of.

His face was as perfect as God, and his long pale gold hair fell down his cheeks.

At this time, the sky and the forest behind are all emptied.

He seemed to be the only one in the world.

If the only blemish on his face was probably his eyes, which were covered with a white shawl.

There seems to be something wrong with his eyes.

The prophet asked softly, ”are you all right?”

Slowly come back to his mind, quickly withdraw from his arms, said: ”I'm ok, thank you.”

”If you're OK,” the prophet looked down at Mather, who was kneeling on the ground. ”Today is the ceremony of sacrifice. It's not suitable to see blood. Go quickly. If there's another time, I won't forgive you.”

”Thank you, prophet, for sparing your life.”

Mather banged his head three times, and then ran away like a duck.

Slowly looking at the prophet's side face, can not help but see into God.

I don't know why. His face looks very familiar.

”Have we met somewhere?” she asked

Wait, this line sounds familiar.

Where did she say that before?!

The prophet said, ”we have never met.”

”It may be that I have identified the wrong person,” he said with a slow, dry smile. ”Thank you for your help just now.”

”You don't have to thank you for your help.”

Banzhilian shrinks back to slowly side, it fondly rubbed against her, seeking comfort.

Slowly touching its bud, her eyes turned from the prophet's eyes, could not help but ask: ”your eyes...”

The prophet said faintly, ”my eyes have some problems. I can't see strong light. I have to cover them with cloth when I go out in the daytime.”

”Oh,” she continued after a pause, ”are you the prophet that mather called you just now?”

”Well.”

Slowly and sincerely sighed, ”you look so young!”

She always thought that the orc who could become a prophet must be a very old ORC. Unexpectedly, he looked so young!

The prophet said with a smile, ”if I say my age, it may frighten you.”

Slowly do not believe: ”you look at the most 30 years old, but I think you are only 20 years old.”

The prophet did not speak.

Though his eyes were veiled, he could slowly feel that he was watching her.

She could not help but feel embarrassed and changed the topic: ”the ceremony should be about to start. Don't you need to host the ceremony?”

”Are you sure I'm going to host the ceremony?”

Slowly busy way: ”I have no problem!”

”Well, I'll go first. I'll see you later.” The prophet walked slowly out of the awning, and the white shawl robe set off his back more and more lonely and slender.

”Goodbye!”

The prophet steps slightly, he looked back slowly, saw she was waving her arm to himself, he raised his lips, showed a gentle smile.

”Goodbye.”

After the prophet left, there was only one person in the awning, and there were traces of Martha's blood on the ground.

She looked very uncomfortable. She went out of the arbor and wanted to find a servant to clean up the blood on the ground.