Song Zheng said the words of asking for help in Elven language, but he did not get an immediate enthusiastic response from the Holy Maiden of White Jade City. 八?一Chinese网? ? ≥=≥.≥8≤1≤Z≈≈.≥C≠OM The other party still looked at him with suspicion, and after a while, he said: "Even if it is a visitor from a foreign land, it is impossible to come out of the forbidden land of death!"

Just waiting for you to say so.

Song Zheng said: "We did come out of it, and on the way we encountered a huge tongue falling from the sky, but it did not attack us, only swallowed a lizard. ”

"That can't be!" cried out in horror, her voice shrill.

Needless to say, Song Zheng and his gang could see at a glance that this holy woman of White Jade City knew what was in the Forbidden Land of Death.

"Do you know what kind of monster it is, can you tell us?" Song Zheng hurriedly asked.

The Holy Maiden of White Jade City shook her head again and again: "I'm sorry I don't know anything, don't ask me!"

Her expression was pained and frightened, and her refusal was very crisp, and it was clear that there were some bad memories in it.

Song Zheng is not easy to persecute, and it is not good to force the other party into an enemy.

And after such a distraction, the Holy Maiden no longer grasped how they came out of the forbidden land of death.

She said a few words to the soldiers, and the soldiers put away their weapons, the encirclement was removed, and they stood behind the saint in line, looking at Song Zheng and the others with a lot of vigilance.

"You all come with me, don't think you can escape, you can't live without the oasis. Before the saint turned around, she warned Song Zheng like this.

Song Zheng smiled: "Don't worry, we won't run away." ”

"Hmph!" the holy woman turned around and walked forward, but the soldiers did not follow immediately, but squinted at Song Zheng and them, meaning to let Song Zheng go first, and they would watch behind.

This kind of supervision is also reasonable, Song Zheng did not object, followed behind the saint, and walked towards the inside of the oasis.

Passing through the windbreak, you will actually enter the interior of the oasis, where a large road leads into the distance, with high coconut palms and scattered houses and fields.

Walking along the main road, there are some farmers working on both sides of the road, and when they see their group, they will stop what they are doing to watch the excitement, and when they are far away, they will resume their work.

"This road has been built by our White Jade City Lord Goyle family for three generations, and it is ten times more advanced than other oases, it is like a gift from the gods. ”

The saint boasted of the stone-paved pavement beneath her feet, her face radiating with pride.

Poof!

Zhou Pan didn't hold back and laughed.

Although Bai Xin and Li Wanru held back, they just didn't laugh so badly, and the smile on their faces couldn't be hidden.

Even Song Zheng was stunned, and his smile couldn't help but hang on his face, but fortunately, he reacted quickly and quickly restrained himself.

But it didn't work.

He restrained his smile himself, and couldn't hide Li Wanru's smile, and the one around him was even worse to the extreme, and he couldn't stop laughing endlessly, looking at him trying his best to endure it, and he couldn't stop at all.

When you are proudly saying something that you think is awesome, the audience laughs at it, and even the best of you can get angry.

What's more, the saint herself has a deep wariness and suspicion of Song Zheng's group.

When I heard the laughter, I looked back and my face was completely black.

"What are you laughing at?" the voice almost squeezed out between her teeth, and the saint's eyes were terrifying.

Secretly said a bad word, but Song Zheng couldn't reprimand Zhou Pan, because there was really no problem with laughing, and the stone pavement under his feet was praised with the emphasis of singing, which really had the demeanor of the stupid donkey among the strange beasts in the mountains.

It's just that you can't really say what you think in your heart, and you have to mention the support of the periphery, after all, you have to rely on the saint to gain a foothold when you are new to the city.

It's just that this explanation also has to be based on ways and means, Song Zheng rolled his eyes, thought about it, and said to the holy woman: "Laugh because it makes sense to laugh!"

"What?" the holy woman's eyes turned red.

When the hand is raised, it is about to grasp a spear, and when it is seen, it is about to move.

Song Zheng's next words came again: "Didn't you ask why we were able to come out of the forbidden land? Because we are all God's patrons, the gods protect us, and we have also entered the kingdom of God in our sleep, and we have seen all kinds of scenes in the kingdom of God, and this kind of path is nothing in the kingdom of God. It's really not worth boasting about!"

After saying this, Song Zheng stared at the face of the saint, and at the same time, the fingers behind his back were slightly bent, ready to do it at any time.

His words, to put it mildly, were almost tantamount to mocking the saint head-on, but there was a reason for it. If you have piety, worship, and yearning from the heart, then you won't feel that there is anything wrong with making fun of her from the perspective of the kingdom of God, after all, it is the kingdom of God, and it is better than the oasis. Song Zheng and others' disdain is justified, but it is wrong for her to be angry and angry. But if the saint was not so devout to the gods, and the degree of piety was not as good as her face, or as loyal and protective as the city lord of White Jade City, then his explanation would become the fuse of the conflict.

Song Zheng couldn't guess which of the two situations would arise, so he was ready to do it.

And the movements he made behind his back, Li Wanru and others keenly grasped them.

After all, they have cooperated many times, and the degree of tacit understanding has already been cultivated, and the change in the atmosphere of the scene is easy for the battle-hardened warriors to notice.

Seeing the movement of his two hands behind his back, they also quietly put their hands on the weapon.

The saint's face changed.

There was a moment of redness, and then a face full of shame.

You can even see a hint of panic and fear.

Then, the saint slowly lowered her head to Song Zheng, folded her hands on her chest, and bowed and said: "Please forgive me for my ignorance, please forgive the gods for my sins! I'm sorry for saying such arrogant words, it's all my fault, it was you who saved me, please accept my sincere thanks!"

The hand behind his back quietly loosened, and the atmosphere eased suddenly.

With a smile on his face, Song Zheng took a step forward, held his hands weakly, and said: "The gods never resent their own believers, you don't have to blame yourself, the gods will always love you!"

The saint raised her head and looked at Song Zheng's eyes, which had completely changed, as if in her eyes, Song Zheng was no longer a person, but the spokesperson of the gods, a ball of light!

"Do you think the president has a talent for being a god?" Zhou Pan twisted his face and snickered.