Who knows, Second Young Master Nangong pointed at Su Luo with a half-smiling smile: "She has something she really wants to know the answer to, why don't you explain her confusion too?"
Lord Prophet: "..."
I see!
He wondered why he was suddenly asked to give him a problem, let him think hard, his curiosity was hung up and he couldn't solve it, so it was just to prepare for this event
If this is the case, then the intelligence quotient and degree of black belly of this young man, I am afraid that he will take another look at it.
Because of this line, he had already laid the foreshadowing a long time ago.
In fact, at that time, Nangong Liuyun didn't know that Su Luo would encounter his mother's statue. He used the title to hang the Prophet, but he really wanted him to take the initiative to tell the origin of Tianyuan Village. , as a result, Su Luo bumped into the statue.
Lord Prophet first felt annoyed at being fooled, but after calming down, he discovered that this topic... After he was puzzled, he went crazy!
"It doesn't matter, I promise you." Lord Prophet waved his hand helplessly.
This is also because the opponent is Nangong Liuyun. If it were someone else, the Prophet would be really angry.
It's just Nangong Liuyun's words... Lord Prophet had been defeated by Nangong Liuyun several times before, and he was convinced of his defeat, so it was a matter of course to admit defeat.
Since Lord Prophet agreed to this matter, Second Young Master Nangong took the pen, took out Lord Prophet a piece of calculation paper full of black characters, and turned to the blank back.
Nangong Liuyun calmly wrote, and the clear handwriting flowed out like water on the blank paper.
It took Mr. Prophet a month to calculate a 30-centimeter-thick calculation paper, but Nangong Liuyun's calculation paper only contained three or four lines of characters.
In just a few seconds, Nangong Liuyun threw the pen back to Lord Prophet, handed it over with his hands behind him, and looked at Lord Prophet calmly.
Just three or four lines
how is this possible!
The Prophet rushed forward excitedly, grabbed the calculation paper, and stared at each word.
His hands were shaking with excitement.
Actually, actually, it's so simple to answer? This, how is this possible! ! !
But the fact is what happened right under his nose, it really can't be any more true.
It took Mr. Prophet ten minutes to finally calm down his mood. He cherished and folded the calculation paper and stuffed it into his arms silently.
Looking up, looking at Nangong Liuyun's wise black star eyes, Lord Prophet took a deep breath, this time he was really convinced.
"You, very good, very good..." Lord Prophet looked at Nangong Liuyun with admiration and helplessness, "Do you know why they call me Prophet?"
"Inheriting the memory." Nangong-sama's perfect diamond lips twitched slightly, revealing a determined smile.
"You know this, what else do you not know?" Lord Prophet glared at Nangong Liuyun angrily, "It doesn't matter, come with me!"
After the problem was solved, Lord Prophet felt relieved, the sky was blue and beautiful, the air was fresh and smelled, and the whole person seemed to be alive again.
On the way, the villagers all warmly greeted Lord Prophet, Su Luo, and Nangong Liuyun.
But when they saw the direction of their departure, they all muttered in secret: How come it seems to be the direction to the forbidden land