The prophet took the firewood away, waited for the smoke to disperse, and then repeated the previous action, trying hard to light the firewood. ,.
I can't stand it anymore.
She picked up a wooden stick, used it as a crutch, and walked over carefully.
"Let me help you."
Slowly bent down, set up the firewood on the ground, leaving a gap in the middle, then grabbed a handful of dry leaves, lit them and stuffed them into the firewood.
She blew two hard breaths on the wood.
After a while, the fire lit up.
The Prophet looked at the flames in front of him and couldn't help laughing: "I'm really useless, I can't even do this little thing well."
Slowly and hurriedly said: "A prophet is a person who does great things, and you don't need to do such small things."
"What is a big thing? What is a small thing? In my opinion, there are no big things in a person's life except life and death."
She looked at him slowly and half-understood.
The Prophet helped her to sit down, and then boiled a pot of hot water.
Now that everyone has been burned, it would be too wasteful to just wash hands and feet, so slowly I want to wipe my body as well.
The Prophet asked, "Shall I wipe it for you?"
Huan Huan immediately blushed: "No need, I can do it myself."
The prophet didn't say much, and turned his back.
Slowly reassured of his character, she took off her clothes, soaked a cotton veil in hot water, and scrubbed off the dirt on her body.
It wasn't until she said it was all right that the Prophet turned around.
He used the remaining water to wash his dirty fingers while burning the fire.
Slowly took out some fruits and dry food from the space, handed them to the prophet, and made him lunch.
The Prophet picked up a sweet fruit, took a bite, and it tasted very sweet.
Seeing that Huan Huan hadn't moved, 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 anymore, your body will collapse."
Slowly scratching his hair, he looked embarrassed: "I want to eat too, but I don't have an appetite. Even if I try to eat it, I will spit it out later. It's too uncomfortable. It's better not to eat."
The prophet's eyes were 'blinded' by sharks.
But slowly, he could still feel that he was looking at her abdomen.
She subconsciously 'touched' her abdomen.
It was as flat as ever, with no sign of pregnancy at all.
Slowly seeing the Prophet frowning, with an uneasy expression on her face, she felt uneasy: "Do you also think that this child in my belly can't be born?"
Almost everyone is not optimistic about the child in her belly.
Even the child's father, Sang Ye, had the idea of getting rid of the child.
The prophet said: "You have the seeds of Shenmu in your body, and the seeds have sprouted and bloomed, which means that the Shenmu has begun to mature. Sang Ye is a strange demon. His blood and Shenmu are fused, which is equivalent to the combination of gods and demons." Do you know what the consequences of this will be?"
Slowly and involuntarily tense up: "What will happen?"
"Your child is very likely to become a magic fetus."
Slowly froze.
She had heard Tao Wei say the term "magic fetus" several times, but she still hadn't figured out what it was.
"The gestation of the magic fetus requires a lot of vitality. The reason why your body is getting worse is because it is absorbing your vitality. If it weren't for the divine tree seeds in your body that continuously provide vitality, you would have already been killed by the magic fetus." Blotted dry."
Slowly, he couldn't help trembling: "How could this be..."
Tao Wei said these things to her before, and she could still ignore them, but now the prophet said the same thing, she couldn't believe it even if she didn't want to.
Seeing that her face turned pale, she was obviously frightened, so the prophet slowed down his voice: "You don't have to be too scared, I'm here, I will help you."
"Then, can the child in my belly still be born?"
She was very reluctant to part with this child, but if his birth would cause a catastrophe, she had to consider the safety of other people around her.
The prophet said softly: "If someone else is pregnant with the magic fetus, I will let her take the child, but if it is you, I think you can give birth to the child."
"why?"
"The darker things are, the more they yearn for the light. If you have light in you, that child will definitely like you very much. If you educate him well, he will treat you very well in the future."
Gradually, he didn't quite 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 belly, and 'showed' a gentle smile: "Prophet, why don't you give my baby a name?"
The prophet thought for a while: "The devil's fetus is an extremely evil thing, but I hope he can turn evil into goodness in the future, so let's name him Congshan."
"Congshan... Well, the baby will be called Congshan from now on."
The two continued on their way, but they walked for half a day. When it was almost dark, they couldn't see the gate of Rock City.
Slowly and painfully asked: "Are we 'lost'?"
Prophet: "Is there?"
The two looked at each other.
Slowly holding his forehead: "I thought you knew the way back."
"I have never been to Rock City, how could 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 made sense, but she was speechless.
The legendary omniscient prophet not only can't make fire, but also 'lost'.
Slowly falling into reflection, the prophet she saw today should be a false prophet.
Can't find the direction to go back, the sun is setting, the sky is getting dark, the prophet can only find a relatively clean place to stop and rest for the night.
He picked up firewood and learned how to slow down the day, building up the firewood one by one.
"No, the quantity is a bit too much..."
The Prophet removed another stick.
After making sure that the amount of firewood was not too much, he went to get the leaves.
Slowly seeing him start counting the leaves seriously, I couldn't help reminding: "It doesn't matter if there are more or less leaves, as long as they are lit."
The Prophet's attitude was very strict: "No, you used twelve leaves during the day, neither more nor less."
He took out the extra leaves in his hand and counted them again. After confirming that there were twelve leaves, he carefully lit them with a flint and steel.
When the firewood was successfully ignited and the flames rose, the Prophet breathed a sigh of relief: "It's all right."
It's not easy to start a fire!
Slowly couldn't help asking: "What constellation are you?"
"Huh?" What is a constellation
Ask and answer slowly: "I think you must be a virgin/'female' sign."
At the same time, Shuangyun, who was far away in Rock City, had already received the letter that was slowly placed in the space, knowing that she was out of danger now, and the big rock hanging in her heart was finally let go.
He immediately wrote to ask where is slowly now? He wants to pick her up.
Slowly reply only wrote a sentence - we 'lost' way.
Shuangyun thought for a long time after receiving the letter.
Why do you still lose your way slowly and with the Prophet
The omniscient prophet also 'lost'? !