The villagers seemed to have the strength all of a sudden, and they continued to move forward. This time, no one cried again.
The children were soothed by the adults and the old men supported each other. They walked forward windingly, groping in the darkness, waiting for the moment when the light came.
The tears on everyone’s face were still dry, but different brilliances were faintly shining in their eyes.
That is the light of hope.
Over the past few years, they have not gained hope in their king, but today they have regained their confidence because of the words of these two people.
Watching the villagers move forward in an orderly manner, Xin Lin let Ying Wuhun lead the way, while he stayed behind to prevent any villagers from falling behind. “It’s easy to say. Do you think they can live better if they go to the Eastern Continent?”
Gui Hu glanced at Xin Lin.
He was not interested in Xin Lin’s “chicken soup”.
“Aren’t you motivating them too? Otherwise, you would have left them behind. Do you have a little conscience in your heart that regards them as your responsibility, so you will be escorting them all the way?”
Xin Lin stretched out his fingers and poked Gui Hu’s heart.
She blinked, and there was a flash of water in her black and white eyes.
Gui Hu groaned, but grabbed Xin Lin’s restless finger.
He stared at her, and the scene in front of him seemed a little familiar.
Gui Hu’s hands were still cold.
Xin Lin’s fingers were still stuck in Gui Hu’s heart.
Plop—
Xin Lin was stunned.
She actually heard the heartbeat of the arrogant corpse?
It’s indeed a heartbeat, powerful, and one after another.
“Aren’t you a corpse king? How could you have a heartbeat?”
Xin Lin was shocked.
The next moment, Gui Hu pressed Xin Lin to the wall beside him.
“What? Don’t believe it?”
His thin lips curled, his blue eyes flashed by, and he put Xin Lin’s hand on his heart.
Bang bang—
The heartbeat became faster.