Fairy, shut up! I'm really not blondie.

"good."

"There has been progress."

"But unfortunately, it cannot be used on the people of the Mingguang tribe."

The little girl didn't understand.

"why?"

"Because there have already been heroes here."

what?

hero?

After a moment of stunned silence.

The little girl realized what was happening.

Could it be that young master is referring to—the High Priest?

Upon closer reflection...

It really is.

This short day.

From an outsider's perspective.

The people of this tribe practically worshipped the high priest as a god.

It's indispensable for everything, big or small.

"Then let me ask you."

The boy suddenly asked.

"What do you think about these people when a crisis comes?"

"They would choose to protect the High Priestess with their lives and follow her into battle."

"Or should we hide behind that high priest and accept his protection once again?"

The moment that question was asked...

Ruolian was stunned.

She had never thought about the problem from this perspective.

but.

If we think along these lines...

Ruolian was shocked to discover this.

It's most likely the latter!

After she understood.

Su Qing then said meaningfully.

"I want to collect the Flame of Life."

"You need the other person to be willing to go through fire and water for you, and to entrust their life to you without fear of death."

"Do you think this tribe alone could accomplish this?"

The little girl finally understood.

indeed.

If this continues...

It certainly doesn't meet that standard.

Judging from the various materials and records of this tribe.

That high priest was practically a savior and a second parent.

It is capable of fighting against natural disasters.

Internally, it can impart knowledge and heal the sick.

It could be said that one person was dragging the entire tribe along.

It can be said.

That's already the best one can do.

If even that high priest doesn't meet the standard to generate the fire of life.

That.

What else needs to be done?

Ruolian voiced the question that had been on her mind.

"Young Master."

What are you planning to do?

Even so.

That doesn't mean we should send these people to their deaths, does it?

I saw right through her thoughts.

The boy raised his hand.

He held the pretty girl's round face in his hand and kept kneading it.

He said casually as he rubbed the fabric.

"Of course we won't send them to their deaths."

"The person is gone."

Where does the flame of life come from?

The boy smiled.

His expression was meaningful.

"It's very simple."

"Just make them understand how much protection they've received."

Big Lolita: "Ugh, gurgle, ugh..."

hateful.

My face was being pinched.

There's no way to have a proper conversation!

"You don't need to ask any more questions."

The boy said in a very domineering manner.

"Just watch."

The little girl fell silent.

That's what they've all said.

What else is there to say?

She really wanted to know.

What exactly does the young master want to do?

Half an hour.

It wasn't long to begin with.

not to mention.

Even in this life-or-death situation.

soon.

Time flies.

"Boom!"

The messenger would return every now and then to deliver a message.

"Ten more miles."

"Five li."

"We're almost at the outskirts of the village!"

Each shout

The villagers had even more beads of sweat on their foreheads.

My heart pounded with even more anxiety.

What they are doing now.

Really useful?

Is it really possible for them to survive?

It would be better to consult the high priest.

however.

Although I had all sorts of thoughts in my mind.

I desperately want to escape, I desperately want to find refuge.

but--

I looked up.

I saw the Takane no Hana embracing the sword not far away.

He simply stood there.

He was like a sword about to be drawn from its sheath.

It can strike fear into people's hearts!

In addition, there was an icy aura surrounding him.

It's getting increasingly frightening.

No one doubted it.

Anyone who tries to run away.

That girl would definitely have come at me with a single sword strike.

Stay and work.

They may not die.

But if you want to withdraw.

Then they will definitely die!

And they died even earlier.

After weighing both sides.

I guess I'll just have to accept my fate and keep working.

Under the dual pressure of his life being in danger and Ji Lanxue's urging.

The construction of the fortifications was faster than Ji Lanxue had initially anticipated.

at last.

When the messengers and patrols were forced to retreat to the tribal gates.

The fortifications are now fully completed!