Cute Beast World: Beast Husband, Memeda!

??? After reading the system's memories, the Prophet was silent for a long time before spitting out a word gently.

"Very interesting memory."

The system did not speak.

The prophet didn’t seem to care about its silence. He walked a few steps inside the house: “I’m trapped in this temple and I’ll never be able to get out. This place is like a cage with walls everywhere, no matter where I go. Coldly."

He looked sideways at the system on the wall of Sombra: "I really envy you a bit."

The system remained silent.

The prophet suddenly proposed: "Why not let us make a deal? I give you the position of the prophet, you give me slowly, I follow her to see the outside world, you stay in this temple, Enjoy the supreme power."

The system didn't expect him to say such a thing at all, and couldn't help showing an error: "Are you kidding me?"

"I'm serious, as long as you nod your head, we can exchange identities immediately."

The system twitched the corners of the mouth: "You said that I didn't follow the rules, and I found that you were crazy, even more absurd than me."

The Prophet smiled: "I've been here for too long. I'm really bored."

"You are not afraid to take the opportunity to occupy your body and take everything from you?"

"You can take all of this, as long as you are willing to take it out and exchange it."

The system stared at him, as if to see exactly what he was thinking.

The prophet accepted it calmly and waited quietly for its answer.

After being quiet for a long time, the system said, "No."

"why?"

"Slowly is more important to me than everything."

The Prophet said: "But she will die soon."

The system's expression changed slightly: "How did you know?"

"She can see things with the mask of foreknowledge, and I can see too. Don't forget, I gave you that mask."

"Do you know who killed her?"

"I don't know who the murderer is," the Prophet said quietly, "but I can save her life."

The system lifted up: "Please help her!"

The Prophet said meaningfully: "I can save her, but you..."

...

Slowly finally woke up.

She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling blankly, and it took a while before she gradually recovered.

"you're awake?"

Slowly following the prestige, I saw the prophet standing next to the black crystal wall, there was a figure on the wall, that figure looked exactly like the prophet.

They are like twins, with no difference.

Slowly froze for a moment: "You are..."

The figure on the wall moved: "We were talking about something just now."

He asked slowly: "Are you, Xiao Ba?"

"Sure enough, call my father if you have anything to do, and call me Xiaoba if there is nothing to do. You girl too meets the windshield."

Upon hearing this, she slowly confirmed that the other party was the system, and she immediately got up and walked over: "Why did you appear on this wall?"

The Prophet said: "This wall can be connected to the dream world. We have seen your performance in the dream just now, and Xiao Ba can also be shown through this wall."

Slowly tried to think about it. She probably didn't say anything bad about the prophet in her dream just now, so she was relieved: "Have I passed the trial?"

"Well, passed."

Slowly and very happy, stretched out his right hand: "Little Eight, I have passed the trial!"

The system also extended his right hand: "Congratulations."

They tapped their hands across the wall.

Slowly looked around: "Where are the others?"

The Prophet said: "I let them all go back."

"Then let's go back too, it's getting late, Baidi and the others are still waiting for me at home, they will be worried if they go back too late."

The Prophet said: "It's getting late. You might as well sleep here for one night and go down the mountain tomorrow morning."

Slowly declined his kindness. She didn't like this cold temple. If she stayed here overnight, she would definitely suffer from insomnia.

She insisted on going down the mountain and going home. The Prophet did not force her to stay. He said, "I will send you down the mountain."

"How can you personally send me down the mountain? I just have to go down by myself."

"The mountain road is long and the night is dark. It is not safe for you to walk alone, and I am not at ease."

Hearing what he said, he had to slowly say, "That's too much trouble for you."

"Go."

Slowly turning his head to look at the system on the wall: "What about you?"

"Of course I am going with you."

After the figure on the wall disappeared, it turned into a light golden ball of light and got into her body.

Slowly touched his chest: "Little Eight?"

The system's voice sounded in her mind: "Yeah."

Knowing that it was back, Slowly felt relieved immediately.

The Prophet had already walked out of the room, and he looked back slowly: "Why haven't you left yet?"

"I'm here!" Slowly and quickly followed.

The Prophet walked ahead, slowly following him.

When the two of them walked out, they met quite a few attendants on the road. They faced the prophet, knelt down in silence, and saluted respectfully.

Slowly along the way, I could hardly see the faces of those orcs. Whenever she found out the other party's existence, the other party had already knelt down, his forehead was tightly pressed to the ground, only the top of his head was exposed for her to see.

The journey down the mountain was very long, and she slowly stepped down the stairs. She thought that going down the mountain should be much easier than going up the mountain, but unexpectedly, she had only walked less than one-third of the distance, and she was dizzy with exhaustion. The legs trembled.

She put her hands on her knees, looking at the invisible step ahead, panting, really wishing to roll herself into a ball and roll directly from here.

The prophet who was walking in front noticed that the people behind him had stopped. He also stopped and turned to look at her: "Can you still hold on?"

Slowly panting and said: "I, I need a rest."

The Prophet said: "It's getting late. At our speed, it should be bright when you go down the mountain."

"But, I really, really can't walk anymore."

"I'll hold you down."

"Huh?" Slowly opened his eyes in surprise.

The Prophet stretched out his hands, hugged her sideways, and walked down steadily.

The distance between the two suddenly narrowed, slowly feeling a little uncomfortable, even if they were very close, his facial features were still perfect without any flaws, almost not like a real person.

In order to alleviate the embarrassment, I slowly chatted without words: "Everyone seems to adore you."

"Ok."

Slowly asked: "Do you usually have any hobbies?"

"No."

Slowly and very surprised: "Don't you even have a hobby? Then what do you usually do in the temple?"

"Meditation."

Slowly blinked his eyes: "Meditation?"

"It means thinking. Sometimes I think about the meaning of our existence, the speed of time passing, and our past, present and future..."

Slowly ashamed: "What is the use of thinking about these things?"

"It is said that as long as you think through the meaning of survival and time, you can touch the gods."

"Is there really a god in this world?"

"God is in your heart. If you believe it, it is real. If you don't believe it, it is just a symbol."

"You are so mysterious, I don't understand."

"In the future you will slowly understand."

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