Chapter 637

Wang Dali and Prince fahsha walked out of the wasteland and onto the road.

Wang Dali seemed to walk around, but fahsha was tired and became a dead dog.

Where did the prince, who was so pampered, walk so far? His legs were like lead. The sun in the sky was so vicious that he almost fainted.

Just after walking along the highway for ten minutes, a TV interview car appeared in the distance.

On the road, suddenly two cars stopped in front of Wang Dali.

"Oh, thank Allah, it's him, it's brother Dali" exclaimed from the car.

Looking at it, fahsha had judged that the car was a family on a pilgrimage to Mecca. There were countless such families all year round.

"Brother Dali, can you take a bus to the city? My legs seem to be breaking!" fahsha asked.

"I'll be there soon. Hold on, but you can't hold on, but get on the bus!" Wang Dali said.

"Oh, thank you, thank Allah, thank the Prophet Muhammad!"

Fahsha was overjoyed. He hurried to meet the car, greeted the people inside, grabbed a bottle of mineral water and drank it wildly.

A couple walked down from a car. They led a little girl of six or seven years old. The little girl's eyes seemed to be defective and could not see.

"Brother Dali, no, angel of Allah, please save our child." the couple knelt down without saying a word.

"What happened to her?"

"Our Haina is a congenital eye disease and has been blind since childhood. I hope the great messenger can help her!" the couple begged bitterly.

"What can I do? I'm not a doctor!" Wang vigorously shook his head.

"No, no, no, you can. Isn't there a sacred thing stained with blood in your hand?" the couple stared at the barrel of the longjinus gun in Wang Dali's hand.

Elsa, this is what Islam calls Jesus.

The long gun stained with Jesus' blood is the gun of fate. It has wonderful power. The couple naturally knew it after watching the live broadcast.

"Well, well, Elsa is the messenger of Allah and will naturally bless Allah's believers!"

In fact, Wang Dali doesn't mind offering flowers to Buddha. Anyway, he has no loss.

In another car, an old man came down, sat in a wheelchair and was pushed over by his family. The cart was the granddaughter of the old man, a very beautiful girl of about 20 years old.

"Brother Dali, no, Messenger, please save my grandpa too. His legs were broken in an accident!"

The girl and her family also knelt down and begged.

"Get up, get up!"

How can Wang Dali make others kneel, especially the beautiful girl? What age is it now? He kneels and worships. He is not a god!

In the twinkling of an eye, the TV reporters also arrived.

Reporters swarmed around. They understood what was going on through their tablet computers. Reporters scrambled to interview.

"Brother Dali, are you an angel created by Allah?"

"I'm walking around the world and helping Angel Luo and angel liangbing find the secret treasure!" Wang Dali said.

"Do you think sky garden is a paradise in the Koran?"

"I don't know!" Wang shrugged vigorously.

"Are you the messenger of Allah?"

"Maybe, in fact, I don't know. You may need to judge by yourself, because Allah's messengers don't necessarily come from heaven, but are more born in the world!" Wang vigorously spread his hand.

"Is this really a holy thing stained with Er's blood?" the reporters looked at the barrel of the gun of fate and their eyes lit up.

"Yes, as you can see, it's this thing. It's a real treasure!"

Wang vigorously raised the barrel of the gun like a treasure, and the cow forced him to coax: "it is a treasure and a holy thing. It can cure all mortal injuries!"

"Great, can you show us this miracle?" the reporters shouted one after another.

"Of course!"

Wang Dali said with a handsome smile: "even if you don't come, I will treat the little girl and the old man. Get out of the way and don't crowd!"

The reporters quickly backed away.

Wang Dali looked at the little girl, walked forward and said, "treat the little guy first. You have a congenital eye disease. Can't you see anything since childhood? What's your name!"

"Yes, Ambassador, my name is Haina!" the little girl said strongly.

"Yes, yes, Haina means happiness. You will be happy in your life!" Wang Dali put the gun on Haina's head and touched her gently.

Wang Dali found that the energy in the barrel seemed to weaken a little.

But it doesn't matter. The energy in the barrel is huge. It's no problem to have less.

Everyone was nervous. The reporters quickly began to broadcast the live broadcast. The major TV stations in Mecca were broadcasting the picture in front of them.

In Mecca, countless people are watching TV. On the streets and squares, the open-air screens have also turned to the live screen. People look up and see.

Busy people stopped to watch. Some people, watching mobile phone videos, shouted and ran to the Great Mosque, because they knew that Wang Dali would certainly make a pilgrimage there.

The little girl Hannah suddenly rubbed her eyes. The light penetrated into her eyes from the outside and into her pupils. She saw the faces of countless people.

"Ah ah"

Screaming and frightened, the little girl turned and threw herself into her mother's arms.

Poor little fellow, I can't see things since childhood. Now I see them. It's strange not to be scared.

"Great, great, my baby Haina, finally saw her mother!" Haina's mother wept with joy, and the family embraced with joy and tears.

"Miracle, this is a miracle -" the reporters were excited. No one questioned whether Wang Dali was the messenger of Allah.

"Well, it's the old man's turn!"

Wang Dali put the barrel of the gun on the old man's knee. After a while, the old man felt different. He quickly pushed away the support of his family and successfully stood up.

"Thank Allah, thank the messengers, and praise you piously!"

The old man worshipped piously, and even ignored the dust on Wang Dali's shoes, kissed Wang Dali's instep directly, and burst into tears.

It seemed that Wang Dali was touched by this pious spiritual energy. With a hula, the light wings stretched out from behind and matched with his holy white robe. Under the sun, Wang Dali looked extremely sacred.

Prince fahsha was startled, bent his knees and knelt!

When everyone saw this scene, they were confused. People immediately reacted, and then they looked happy and excited and worshipped happily.

"Lying in the trough, brother Dali, it's too much to pretend --" in China, many 50% young people jump up from their computer desks and shout!