"…………"
After a long silence, Ning Feng finally spoke, letting out a soft sigh:
"Is this what they're like without me?"
With an equally serious expression, Turs sniffed and said:
"……Yes."
The two looked at each other and finally sighed helplessly.
"This is really..."
"This is unacceptable."
Tulls's lips moved, but in the end he didn't explain; he just lowered his head sharply.
"……terribly sorry."
Don't you want to take a look at what you're doing?
What danger could a broken iron gate pose? Could it fall down and kill you?
That was fine, being cautious wouldn't hurt, so they immediately moved the obviously explosive and dangerous item to a safe place...
Ning Feng studied it for a long time and managed to barely understand Habaron's logic:
Anyone bigger than him is dangerous.
Anyone younger than him is safe.
Very reasonable, very clever, very... troublesome.
Just looking at it made Ning Feng feel his temples throbbing and his blood rushing to his brain.
How come I never noticed that Habaron had this ability before?
Oh, I always just sent him to his death, he never lived this long...
Turs laughed when he saw Ning Feng's headache and said:
"Therefore, please lead us, your incompetent followers, ahead."
Ning Feng shook his head helplessly and sighed deeply.
"Yes, we must guide you, otherwise I will really worry about your future."
They really are a handful.
Under Turs's gaze, the prophet walked slowly past with a smile on his lips, seemingly resigned.
Just like back then, walking out of the dungeon towards that unknown world.
This time, however, the Prophet's path was no longer blocked by enemies, but by his followers.
Turs, too, followed behind the prophet.
Just like back then.
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