The development of this story is simply stressful, startled, panicked, unprepared, and impatient...... The latter is beyond the vocabulary of Lord Xiao An!

What is the situation around this voice of the prophet prophet?

What's going on?

What the hell!

The old man before was obviously trying to expose his rhythm! Why was it mistaken by these sheep that they had passed on the prophetic responsibility to him? Is it okay to understand the context? There are so many people in Yangcun around who don't have an IQ online? Don't all kneel down in front of yourself!

"Prophet, what shall we do?"

"The 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 for a while whether he should push the boat down the river and become this prophet.

Sheep people may have a kind of dependence on the 'leader' in their bones, which is a kind of nature like sheep eating grass, not simply 'servile' and 'weak'.

But Xiao An does have his own concerns......

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

Besides, he and the old prophet are not related to each other and have no cause, and it is easy to 'happen in the east window', if the truth of tonight's incident is revealed......

"Prophet!"

"Everyone," Xiao An said suddenly, his voice low but very powerful, but as soon as he spoke, most of the surrounding cries subsided, "In any case, the matter of the new prophet will be discussed later." Everyone went to clean up the battlefield first, treat the wounded, and take care of the emotions of the deceased's families...... Also, form a patrol team, take more torches, patrol around the sheep village, and patrol the village as well. ”

The surrounding sheep people immediately agreed, naturally someone would place the old prophet's body, Xiao An took advantage of the fact that no one around was paying attention, bowed his head and walked into the night.

In the sheep village, some people ran by beating gongs and drums, the villagers came out of the cellars everywhere, and the news that the old prophet was 'dead' and the new prophet was a foreigner was quickly transmitted to the ears of all the villagers in the sheep village with the night wind.

Tens of thousands of sheep villages began to cry in memory of not only the old prophet, but also those of their fellow citizens who died in the war......

Xiao An walked and walked, and when he reached the corner where there were not many people in Yang Village, he jumped into a grass hut, reclined down, and looked at the starry sky.

The long knife lay quietly next to him, and the system god did not disturb Xiao An.

came to another world, with the task of destroying the world, and was forced by the system step by step......

The last time he fought with the Tempest Pirate Ship, Xiao An also killed a lot of people, but he didn't have the feeling of depression at all.

It seems that the point that he can't accept now is not 'killing', last time Xiao An killed a real human, and this time Xiao An killed only a werewolf.

His depression lies in constantly questioning himself...... Isn't this too despicable and shameless, even if it's self-defeating and unintentional?

Judging by the current results, it is indeed despicable.

Through bloodshed, the villagers trusted and worshiped him more, and even became the new prophet of Yangcun by mistake.

- Although Xiao An knew that when the expedition returned tomorrow, his prophetic status would probably be challenged by those really strong people in the village, but at this moment, Xiao An could feel that those sheep people were really stupid to regard him as a prophet.

Amusing.

"Ha, despicable me," Xiao An lay silently with his left arm resting on his right hand and his right hand over his eyes.

No one saw his clenched teeth, no one saw his clenched fists.

Perhaps, sooner or later, Xiao An will take the road of destroying the world, to destroy the world where countless lives care and cherish.

That was already a belief that began to take root in Xiao Anxin.

But Xiao An has always felt that he can be an upright demon king, conquer with strength, and destroy with fists.

Instead of...... Intrigue for something, let alone do anything to achieve the goal!

Da-da-da.

The system god will really appear on time, and Xiao An, who is engaged, can only put down his arm and stare at the lines of words that appear on the knife with a pair of bloodshot eyes.

'Stage 1 Mission Completion: 95 per cent'

"Becoming a prophet of Yangcun due to an accident, the difficulty of the second phase of the mission will be greatly reduced"

Anyway...... Well done. ’

The system is also running out of words?

"I'm thinking about someone."

Da Da Da ......

'Parents? ’

"Quietly."

As a result, the system left a line of ellipsis, hidden but not visible.

Xiao An lay there for a while, gradually closed his eyes, listened to the cry in the wind and the howl in the distance getting farther and farther away, and fell asleep unconsciously.

He had a dream in which he sat down with the angry old prophet and played chess, and neither of them said anything, except that the old prophet had won him this time......

The next morning, Xiao An was called out.

"Prophet? Prophet? ”

This one has a strong Henan accent.

began to have the strength to complain, which proved that Xiao An had somewhat recovered some 'vitality'.

"Hmm...... What's wrong? Xiao An subconsciously responded, sitting on the grass hut and looking at the uncles below.

The uncle said with sadness: "According to the rules of our village, the body that has passed away cannot be more than one day, you see, do we perform the ritual now, or wait for them to come back to perform the ceremony?" ”

They refer to expeditionary hunting teams.

"Have you sent someone to inform them?"

"Yes Prophet, we didn't dare disturb you when we saw you resting here last night."

Xiao An sat there silent for a while, and then pressed his sore neck and turned his head constantly, "Then let's wait for them to come back." ”

Several uncles glanced at each other, nodded their heads in agreement, and then probably felt embarrassed to stay with Xiao An, and quickly said goodbye and left.

Xiao An sat there and looked at the rising sun in the east, and when he saw the two 'reporters' of the Yangcun Daily hiding not far away, he cowered and did not dare to approach, he beckoned to the two young sheep.

"The Prophet ......"

Xiao An's face was blank: "Forgot the rules of our village?" Call me the Editor-in-Chief! ”

"Hey, Editor-in-Chief."

The two little male sheep suddenly relaxed, but they also lost their usual giggles, apparently because they had cried before there were a large number of dead and injured in the village.

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

"What do you think? With your eyes. A little boy replied innocently, almost rolling the eyes of the demon king.

"What are they talking about when they mention me!" Xiao An's face was full of hatred.

The two little boys organized the language: "Respect, and gratitude." ”

"The editor-in-chief's prediction was accurate, if it wasn't for the editor-in-chief asking us to spread the news, I don't know how many people would have been killed or injured yesterday. Also, I heard from a few goats that the editor-in-chief also killed a lot of werewolves last night and saved a lot of people. ”

The two little male sheep praised it manually, and the wry smile on Xiao An's lips flashed.

"Okay, I see," Xiao An lay there again, letting the sun shine on his side face, a little lazy and unwilling to move. "You two go back first, and I'll call you for a meeting in the afternoon or sometime......"

"Hey."

The two underage lambs muttered as they walked.

"The editor-in-chief has become a prophet, so are we the direct subordinates of the prophet?"

"Yes, yes, then won't we be able to walk sideways in the village in the future?"

These little guys.

Xiao An was in a better mood inexplicably, probably feeling dependent.

What's next? You can't really be a prophet, can you? Although it is not bad to be a prophet and have a transcendent status and the power of a 'guide' in the sheep village.

These are all ten thousand battle sheep, after pulling out the ancient continent, they can definitely form a super army.

What kind of sword slaying dragon, divine sword leaning on the sky, as soon as my big sheep village comes out, who dares to compete!

"Haha," Xiao An amused himself, the picture was a little funny when he thought about it, and his mood gradually brightened as the sun slowly rose.

Suddenly, there was a sound of hurried footsteps next to him, but the footsteps stopped abruptly more than ten meters away.

Xiao An lay there and turned his head to look over, the first thing he saw was the anxiety and worry emanating from a beautiful big eye, but then he was attracted by the scene under the white neck......

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

At this time, the correct posture to cover your eyes must be to spread your fingers apart!

However, Xiao An naturally admired it and didn't shy away from it too much, because the person who came was Ivy, the follower with whom he had been with him for two months.

"Yo," Xiao An raised his hand to say hello, "What are you doing in such a hurry?" ”

"Master!"

Ivy shouted, jumped up in a few steps, spread her arms, and threw Xiao An on the roof of the grass hut.

So violent?

Xiao An was caught off guard and before he could speak, he was squeezed by two lumps of flesh in his face, and it was a little difficult to breathe.

"The hosts! I shouldn't have left you! Sorry master, sorry! ”

Brother is fine, okay! But I'm about to be suffocated to death by your big-breasted sister soon! What kind of plot is this eight o'clock! Isn't our relationship the same as buddies? Why is there a sense of déjà vu that the domineering president loves the little white face!

Do you want to contract a fish pond for my brother! You're shit.

"Uh-huh......" Xiao An's voice was a little bit, well, proper ecstasy......

Click, click.

What's moving?

Xiao An and Ivy looked down at the same time, and before the two of them could react, a sense of weightlessness followed......

Disheveled!

The roof of the hut collapsed, and several old hens flew out dangerously, clucking at the pair of dogs and men in the house......