The next moment, as expected, the bamboo forest under Wuqi suddenly shook violently under a strong wind for a few times, and a figure immediately walked out in nothingness. However, this person was not as strange as Wuqi thought, with a strange appearance and far beyond the same as an ordinary person.

Moreover, this person is a woman, an old woman who is too old to know how many years old, with wrinkles on her face and even her hair has only lost three hairs.

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Wuqi is already very short, and compared with his peers, he can only be regarded as a short man, but the old woman is even shorter than him. Of course, if this old woman is only short, then that would be fine. What really puzzled Wuqi was that the person who was called the prophet by Uncle McLee was actually a myopic patient with glasses.

I read that right? Is this man a prophet?

For a moment, this thought arose in Wuqi's mind. But he reacted quickly and immediately remembered that Xiaodie couldn't wait any longer at this moment. So, he instantly put aside his distractions, bowed respectfully to the old woman, and said anxiously: "Sir Prophet, my friend is almost out of reach. Please save her quickly."

When the prophet heard this, he nodded slightly. Although there was a hint of unconcealed anger on his face at this moment, he did not erupt on the spot. Instead, he temporarily held it back and slowly walked to Wuqi's side, following Wuqi's gaze and looked at Xiaodie.

The next moment, the prophet's eyes narrowed. Although he looked a little funny with glasses, his expression was extremely serious. There was a vague feeling of seriousness between his eyebrows, which made people have to respect him.

However, the prophet was too short, just as Wuqi's waist. Wuqi wanted to squat down to make it more convenient for the prophet to check Xiaodie. Unexpectedly, as soon as his thoughts arose from his mind, he immediately saw the prophet take a deep look at him. Then, as if he had guessed his thoughts, he waved his hand and said softly, "No need."

Wuqi was stunned and couldn't understand how the other party saw his mind, but before he could figure it out, his eyes couldn't help but be stunned.

Because, although the prophet was still walking and slowly approaching himself in a walking manner, her body had already risen from the ground, as if she was stepping on the void, getting higher and higher, getting closer and closer. In just a few steps, the void stopped and stopped in front of her at the same time.

The next moment, Wuqi's heart immediately stirred up an uproar.

Flying Technique? So, is the Prophet a powerful man in the Holy Land?

As soon as he thought of this, Wuqi released his own breath without saying a word to investigate the prophet's strength. However, as soon as he did this, he saw that the prophet gently held his glasses and didn't even raise his head. While checking Xiaodie's injuries, he said to himself dissatisfied: "Don't you understand respecting elders? Just checking other people's breath casually. You are like peeping. Don't check, I'm not a powerful person in the Holy Land."

As soon as this said, Wuqi was shocked and could not believe his ears.

Why is this happening? Why do you know what I think?

But this thought just rose from my mind when I saw the prophet who had been burying his head on Xiaodie, suddenly raised his head slowly, smiled mysteriously at himself, and said, "It's very simple, because I am a prophet."

As soon as this statement came out, Wuqi was shocked again. Although he didn't know how the other party did it, after hearing this sentence, coupled with the prophet's mysterious smile and the answer that seemed to be able to predict his inner thoughts, he finally stopped doubting the other party's identity and was relieved to let the other party check Xiaodie's injuries.

The prophet's action to check Xiaodie's injuries was very simple. Just like the doctor in the ordinary world, he gently pressed his hand on Xiaodie's forehead and felt Xiaodie's heartbeat, body temperature and some unexplainable things. But unlike ordinary doctors, the prophet's hand did not stop in one position, but kept moving.

The speed is not very fast, but he often changes his gestures, either pressing, pinching, pressing, or grabbing. He has already determined that the other party is the prophet, so he naturally will not believe that the prophet would be harming Xiaodie when he does this. Therefore, even if he can't understand, he does not ask, nor does he stop, and just watch quietly.

At the same time, in order to allow himself to last longer, he also divided his mind and controlled the breath in his body, performed medical techniques, and used his thoughts to heal his chest through white qi.

But Wuqi was a person with fast eyes and quick hands after all. As soon as the prophet's hand moved from Xiaodie's forehead to her face, he immediately thought of the terrifying black blood in Xiaodie's body.

Not good! If those black blood hurt the prophet, that would be bad!

As soon as he thought about this, Wuqi spoke without hesitation and wanted to remind the prophet as soon as possible, but the prophet seemed to be able to realize it. Before he could make a sound, he had already avoided the area covered by black blood on Xiaodie's body and turned to the next area.

Seeing this scene, Wuqi shook his head and smiled, and then he felt completely relieved. At the same time, at this moment, he was completely impressed by the prophet's magical powers.

Prophets, prophets, can indeed know the future and be foresighted. It is truly worthy of being passed down!

The next moment, Wuqi, who was relieved, was no longer distracted and focused on healing his wounds. The prophet ignored Wuqi and carefully investigated Xiaodie's situation.

It didn't take long, and when Wuqi repaired the injury in his chest almost, the prophet had already completed his work.

"Okay. I already understand the general situation."

Hearing this, Wuqi suddenly became excited and looked at the prophet with anticipation. However, before he could ask, he heard the prophet whisper to himself: "You are not optimistic about your own situation. Let Xiaodie down first and heal your wounds. I will do what Xiaodie does."

As soon as this statement came out, Wuqi was immediately overjoyed. Although he didn't know how the prophet knew Xiaodie's name, and even less knew what the other party would do next, he already knew one thing, that the prophet was going to start saving Xiaodie. Since that was the case, why did he still worry more about her?

As soon as he thought of this, Wuqi's eyes lit up suddenly. After nodding to the prophet, he temporarily put his worries about Xiaodie. Following the prophet's instructions, Xiaodie calmly placed it on the ground. Then he closed his eyes and focused his mind, and used his medical skills with all his heart to heal his last blood hole.

It didn't take long, and five minutes later, Wuqi opened his eyes.

At this time, his injuries had been completely repaired. There was nothing else except for a big, unsmooth hole on the chest of his upper body. The wounds and blood holes had disappeared without a trace at this moment, as if they had never appeared before.

After opening his eyes, the first thing Wuqi did was to ask the prophet impatiently: "Sir Prophet, how is Xiaodie?"

"She will wake up soon." The prophet replied with a calm expression.

"real?"

"Um."

Wu Qi heard this and was overjoyed immediately. With a grateful "thump" sound, he knelt on the ground, wanting to kowtow to thank the other party for his life-saving grace.

But he had just done this, and before he could lower his head, he heard the prophet's voice calmly speaking: "You don't have to thank me. I can only save her for one day. Xiaodie's condition suddenly became ill and now he is terminally ill, and even I can do nothing."

When the prophet said this, his expression was very calm from beginning to end, and after he finished speaking, it was the same. But when Wuqi heard it, he was also very calm, but after he finished listening, his face changed and he couldn't calm down at all.

Moreover, not only was he unable to calm down, as soon as the prophet's voice fell to the ground, Wuqi seemed to be hit by five thunders. His body became soft and he collapsed onto the ground, as if he was convulsing, and he kept trembling.

After a long time, the trembling finally stopped, but Wuqi's emotions did not calm down. Instead, they were even more excited than before, and even in the excitement, there was a hint of growing anger.

"Sir Prophet! Didn't you say she's about to wake up soon? Since she can save her for a day, why can't she save her for more time?"

When the prophet heard this, his expression remained unchanged, and he still looked at Wuqi calmly. But this time, she did not stand still, but slowly turned around, turned her back to Wuqi, sighed, and said, "I know what you are thinking. You must think I have not tried my best. In fact, this is not the case.

Xiaodie's situation is not as simple as you think. The fact that she will get sick has been destined from the day she was born.

Originally, she had a year to live, and the onset period would have to be postponed for a year before it could come, but it was advanced because of your ignorance. Moreover, her condition has deteriorated now. So, I tried my best to rescue you, and I can only help you delay for a day. She is about to wake up, cherish the remaining day."

"Cherish it well? One day? Xiaodie can only live for one day?" Wuqi's face suddenly showed an incredible look, and he muttered to himself in a low mood, but this was only the beginning. Soon, while he kept talking to himself, his expression became ferocious, and even his emotions became more and more excited and more angry.

The next moment, when he saw the prophet leaving, Wuqi's eyes suddenly turned red, and he did not give the other party a chance to leave. Without saying a word, he directly swayed and disappeared from the spot. When he appeared again, he had already arrived in front of the prophet, grabbed the prophet's arm with both hands, and looked at the other party with red eyes, and roared like crazy, regardless of the other party's favor just now.

"Aren't you a prophet? Why can't you save Xiaodie for one day? Can't you give her more time?"

"I've said it just now." Seeing this, the prophet was not angry, but his face gradually became more and more disgusted. Obviously, she didn't want to talk more nonsense, but maybe she understood that Wuqi's heart was bleeding at this moment, and she was silent for a long time without showing any angry expression. Instead, she sighed again and patiently said the previous words again.

"I have tried my best. Xiaodie can live one more day now. If you don't want to leave any regrets in the future, just treat this day as a year. Cherish it."

After saying that, the prophet shook his arm lightly, trying to shake Wuqi's hand away and leave here, but Wuqi was not willing to let her go. When he saw that the prophet was about to leave, Wuqi's hand grabbed even tighter.

Moreover, perhaps because Wuqi was too excited at this moment, he actually burst out all the strength of the Holy Realm realm in an instant, and released the extremely powerful Holy Realm pressure and pressed heavily on the prophet. At the same time, the force on Wuqi's hand also soared to the limit in an instant.

An incredible scene appeared at this moment. A prophet who was so old that his hands were as haggard as old tree bark, actually shook his arms lightly, and shook Wuqi's extremely powerful energy and pressure as if he was blowing away the clouds and mist.

The next moment, the prophet patted his arm with a relaxed look, gently patted the dust on his clothes, tidied up his clothes, and then took a step forward slowly, passed by Wuqi, and walked towards the depths of the forest in the other party's incredible gaze.

Wuqi was stunned. He could not believe that his strength was actually just like a mantis who was overestimating his own strength in front of the prophet. He was powerless in front of the prophet.

As soon as he thought of this, the anger on Wuqi's face was immediately replaced by a growing sadness. At the same time, as the prophet was about to enter the mountains and forests and leave here, he finally completely put down the airs of the powerful man in the Holy Land, lowered his posture, knelt on the ground with a "thump", and kowtowed three times in a row, and his nose was sore and cried bitterly.

"Please! Please! Lord Prophet! I really want to save Xiaodie! Please think of a way. You are a prophet. I believe you must have a way to save Xiaodie, right?"

Until then, Wuqi said his heartfelt words. Although there was little hope, he still said with the last glimmer of hope.

When the prophet heard this, his steps did not stop at all, and he continued to walk slowly forward.

Seeing this, Wuqi's eyes suddenly became desperate, but just when he thought he was really powerless to Xiaodie's condition, he saw half of the prophet who had disappeared in front of him suddenly turned his head, smiled at him, and nodded while seriously: "There are actually methods. Moreover, there are two ways to save Xiaodie. But it's a little too difficult."


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