Chapter 723

The prophet took the firewood away, waited for the smoke to dissipate, and then repeated the previous action, trying to light the wood.

I can't see it anymore.

She picked up a stick and used it as a crutch and walked cautiously.

"I'll help you."

Slowly bend down to stand the firewood on the ground, leave a gap between them, and then grab a handful of dry leaves and light them into the wood.

She blew two hard puffs at the wood.

After a while, the fire was on fire.

The prophet looked at the flame in front of him and couldn't help laughing: "I'm really useless. I can't even do this little thing well."

Slowly busy way: "the prophet is to do great things, such small things do not need your hands."

"What's a big deal? What is a small thing? In my opinion, there is no great event in one's life except life and death. "

Slowly, vaguely looking at him.

The prophet helped her sit down, and then heated a pan of hot water.

Since everyone has been cooked, it's just a waste of washing hands and feet. I slowly want to wipe my body again.

The prophet asked, "do you want me to wipe it for you?"

Slowly and immediately red face: "no, I can do it myself."

The prophet said nothing more, but turned his back.

Slowly, she took off her clothes, soaked the hot water with a cotton towel, and wiped the dirt off her body.

It was not until she said it was OK that the prophet turned.

With the rest of the water, he cleaned his fingers from the fire.

Slowly, take out some fruit and dry food from the space, give it to the prophet and make lunch for him.

The prophet took a sweet fruit and took a bite. It tasted sweet.

Seeing that he did not move slowly, he asked, "why don't you eat?"

"I have no appetite."

The prophet frowned slightly: "you are too thin now. If you don't eat, your body will collapse."

Slowly grabbing hair, a face of embarrassment: "I also want to eat, but no appetite, even if forced to eat, later will vomit out, so too uncomfortable, it is better not to eat it."

The prophet's eyes were blinded by the veil.

But slowly he could feel that he was looking at her abdomen.

She felt her abdomen subconsciously.

It was as flat as ever, and there was no sign of pregnancy.

Slowly saw the prophet frown, look not good-looking, she worried: "do you think I can't give birth to this child in my belly?"

Almost everyone is not optimistic about the child in her belly.

Even sang ye, the father of the child, also moved the idea of taking away the child.

The prophet said, "you have the seed of the divine tree in your body, and the seed has sprouted and blossomed, which indicates that the divine tree has begun to mature. Sangye is a strange demon. The fusion of his blood and divine wood is equal to the combination of gods and demons. Do you know what the consequences will be? "

Slowly and involuntarily nervous: "what will happen?"

"It's very likely that you will become a devil."

Slowly, I was stunned.

She heard Tao Wei say the word "magic fetus" several times, but she never understood what it was.

"It needs a lot of vitality to breed a demon fetus. The reason why your body is getting worse is that it is absorbing your vitality. If it had not been for the divine tree seeds in your body that constantly provide vitality, you would have been sucked dry by the devil fetus."

"How could this happen?"

Before Tao Wei said these words to her, she could still ignore them, but now the prophet also said so, even if she did not want to believe it.

Seeing her pale face, she was obviously frightened. The prophet slowed down his voice: "you don't have to be too afraid. I'll help you with me."

"Can my baby still be born?"

She is very reluctant to give up the child, but if he is born, it will cause disaster, she must consider the safety of other people around her.

The prophet Wensheng said: "if someone else is pregnant with a demon fetus, I will let her take away the child, but it is you. I think you can give birth to the child."

"Why?"

"The more dark things are, the more they yearn for the light. If you have light in you, the child will certainly like you very much. You can cultivate him well, and he will treat you well in the future."

Slowly, I didn't understand the meaning of the prophet's words.

But since the prophet said that the child could be saved, she was relieved.

She touched her abdomen and said with a gentle smile, "prophet, why don't you name my baby?"

The prophet thought for a moment: "the devil is a very evil thing, but I hope that he can turn evil into good in the future, so I will name him Congshan."

"From the good Well, the baby will be called Congshan

They went on their way, but after a long walk, they could not see the gate of rock city when it was getting dark."Are we lost?" he asked slowly and painfully

The prophet: "have you?"

The two looked at each other.

Slowly holding his forehead: "I thought you knew the way back."

"I haven't been to rock city again. How can I know where rock city is?"

"But you are a prophet. You should know everything."

"If I really knew everything, I wouldn't be lost now."

Slowly:

What he said was reasonable, but she couldn't say anything.

The legendary omniscient prophet not only can't make a fire, but also can get lost.

Slowly falling into reflection, the prophet she saw today should be a false prophet.

Unable to find the direction to go back, the sun set and the sky became dark. The prophet had to find a relatively clean place to stop for the night.

He picked up firewood and learned to build firewood one by one.

"No, it's a little too much..."

The prophet took another log.

After confirming that the quantity of firewood was not much, he went to get the leaves.

Slowly see he began to seriously count the leaves, can not help but remind: "leaves a little more or less is OK, as long as lit."

The prophet's attitude was very strict: "no, you use twelve leaves during the day, no more or less."

He took out the extra leaves in his hand, counted them again, and determined that they were twelve. Then he cautiously lit them with a flint.

When the firewood was lit smoothly and the flame came up, the prophet breathed a sigh of relief: "OK."

It's not easy to make a fire!

Slowly can not help but asked: "what constellation are you?"

"Well?" What is a constellation?

"I think you must be a lady."

At the same time, the frost cloud far away from the rock city has got the letter slowly placed in the space, knowing that she is now out of danger, and the big stone hanging in her heart is finally released.

He immediately wrote to ask where slowly was now? He wanted to pick her up.

Slowly reply to the letter, only one sentence - we are lost.

Frost cloud thought for a long time after receiving the letter.

Why do you get lost when you are together?

The omniscient prophet will get lost?!

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