"Clan leader, second elder, what are you doing? Get up quickly, I can't stand you giving such a big gift!"
Fang Hao, who had successfully put the Dream Tower and the fragments of the domain into his body, was speechless when he saw all the members of the Phantom clan kneeling in front of him.
Although he was a Heavenly Emperor in the only true world, this phantom clan was not related to him. He just did some things within his power and suddenly bowed down and bowed, but he was at a loss.
"Lord Territory Lord, others cannot bear this gift, but you can. It has been predicted in the stone tablet that you will become the Lord of Da Luo. We are just saluting in advance." Meng Ji, who was kneeling on the ground, said in a deep voice.
Hearing this, Fang Hao said with a mixture of laughter and tears: "Prophecies are just prophecies after all. Things that have not happened yet cannot be taken as true. Even if you want to kneel down, it will not be too late until I truly become the co-leader of Daluo."
"this……"
Mengji and the second elder looked at each other, and both of them were a little undecided.
"Grandpa Patriarch, you'd better get up first. Brother Fang is not the kind of person with a small belly. If you act like this now, it will make him feel embarrassed."
After realizing that the atmosphere at the scene was a bit awkward, Yun Ning, who had never been very talkative, took the initiative to stand up and persuade Meng Ji.
At this time, as an outsider, she is most suitable to play the role of peacemaker.
Mengji heard the words, thought for a moment, then slowly stood up, walked to Fang Hao, and said with some embarrassment: "It was me, Meng Lang, the old man just now. I hope you don't take it to heart, Territory Lord."
Fang Hao raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said with a loud laugh: "Clan leader, don't worry. Just like Yun Ning said, I, Fang Hao, am not a petty person. I don't care about this little thing at all. However, the next thing is going to happen.
Please.”
After solving the matter of the Nether Passage, the matter with the Phantom Clan has come to an end, and Fang Hao's mood to return to the Great Luo Realm has become more and more urgent.
"This is not difficult. You just need to follow me."
Meng Ji smiled heartily, waved to the people who were kneeling behind him and said, "You guys should get up too. The kneeling just now was considered as our farewell gift for the Lord of the Territory. If we see you again in the future, there is no need to salute."
"yes!"
Tens of thousands of Phantom Spirit tribesmen responded with a roar and stood up slowly. They all looked at Fang Hao with some deep respect in their eyes.
In their hearts, Fang Hao is no longer a mortal, but a god-like existence.
Facing the gazes of tens of thousands of people, Fang Hao remained calm and unaffected.
"Lord Territory Lord, I have a merciless request, and I hope you can agree." Just when Fang Hao was about to follow Meng Ji to open the passage back to Da Luo, Meng Sheng, who was standing at the front of the crowd, suddenly said.
Fang Hao glanced at Meng Sheng curiously, smiled lightly and said, "You and I can be regarded as comrades fighting side by side. Before leaving, you can ask me any requests you have."
"Requests aside, Meng Sheng just wants to follow the Territory Lord and go to the Great Luo Realm." Meng Sheng looked at Fang Hao and said with burning eyes.
When Fang Hao heard this, he was slightly stunned and said: "What? Do you think the dream world is not good? If you want to go outside, I can ask the clan leader to let you go out, but you don't have to follow me."
"Lord Territory Lord, you have misunderstood. The reason why I want to leave here is to follow you!" Meng Sheng said solemnly.
"Not only Meng Sheng, but all of us want to follow in your footsteps, Territory Lord, and create a world in the Great Luo Realm!"
"Yes, we believe that with your strength and heritage, Lord Territory Lord, you will definitely achieve great things in the future."
Meng Sheng's words were like a boulder falling into the lake, stimulating the fighting spirit of the young eidolons.
Fang Hao looked at the young and energetic faces and said with a serious face: "Being my subordinates, you will definitely have to fight in the battlefield with blood in the future, and even face existences more terrifying than the underworld. You are all still young. I don't want to
Anyone who sees anyone here die fighting in front of me!"
After experiencing the tragic battlefields of the Kyushu War and the Great Reincarnation, Fang Hao became deeply aware of the cruelty of war.
He didn't want these young people to die on the battlefield because of him.
Although, Fang Hao knew in his heart that this group of phantom tribesmen would bring him countless conveniences in the future battle for hegemony in the Great Luo Realm.
However, Fang Hao was unable to do it and went against his own heart and pulled them onto his warship.
"Rather than living a mediocre life in this dreamland, I would rather choose to exit with a bang!"
"The battlefield is the final destination for us Phantom Tribe people. No matter whether the enemy we face in the future is the Netherworld, or an entity more powerful than the Netherworld, it cannot stop me from becoming a warrior."
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Originally, Fang Hao thought that his words could scare away these energetic little guys.
However, what he didn't expect was that, except for those weak-looking, relatively young boys and girls from the Phantom Tribe who retreated, more than 70% of the boys and girls from the Phantom Tribe firmly chose to follow him.
"Chief, how do you think this should be handled?"
Looking at the large team of thousands of people, Fang Hao, who had a head as big as a bucket, asked Mengji for help.
"Let them make their own decisions regarding the young people. If the Territory Lord doesn't want them to follow you, I will naturally not let them return to their ancestral land."
Facing Fang Hao's request for help, Mengji gave an ambiguous answer.
"Fang Hao, aren't you always very decisive in doing things? Why are you acting so naughty? If it were me, with so many followers, I would be so happy."
Yun Xin, who was as petite as a lolita, put her hands on her waist and glanced at Fang Hao with great disdain.
"How dare you, a little girl, despise me? There is nothing in this world that I, Fang Hao, dare not do. I will accept this group of people. From now on, they will be my private guard army!"
Facing Yun Xin's ridicule, Fang Hao waved his hand and directly agreed to everyone's request.
"Long live the Territory Lord!"
When those teenagers heard that Fang Hao promised to take them to the Daluo Realm, they cheered suddenly.
"You little guys, don't be too quick to be happy. It's not that easy to be Fang Hao's imperial guard. When we return to Daluo Realm, I will carefully select a group of people, so you must prepare yourself in advance.
Preparation for elimination.”
Before these teenagers started to get happy, Fang Hao had already started to pour cold water on them.
For him, soldiers are more important than numbers. If he chooses according to his standards, he will be satisfied if he can select a hundred elites to serve as guards from this large team of nearly 3,000 people.
"Okay, don't scare them at this time. Anyway, after this channel is opened, I don't plan to close it. You can then send back those children who are not adapted to the battlefield environment."
Hearing this, Fang Hao nodded and said, "If that's the case, that's fine. After all, an environment that is too comfortable will indeed not produce many talents."
In Fang Hao's view, these phantom youths are still like flowers in a greenhouse. Only after experiencing the real hardships of life and death can they truly transform and grow. (To be continued)