"Lord Prophet, the medicinal soup is ready!" A handsome young man walked in from outside the door and said to the prophet in a respectful voice.

"Bai Han, come and help me take a hand and put Wang Lin in the medicinal soup. The prophet beckoned the young man named Bai Han to come in and help move Wang Lin together.

Bai Han answered, hurriedly walked to Wang Lin's side, and together with the prophet, set Wang Lin up.

The two joined forces and put Wang Lin in a huge wooden barrel.

The wooden barrel contained the medicinal soup prepared by the prophet, which was used to restore Wang Lin's body.

Wang Lin was like a dead man, allowing the prophet and Bai Han to put his body into the barrel.

"Lord Prophet, do you think Senior Wang Lin can still recover?"

Bai Han looked nervous and looked at Wang Lin who was soaked in the barrel.

The previous battle with Wang Lin and the Demon God made Bai Han feel thrilled.

It was precisely because of his worship of Wang Lin that Bai Han would come to the prophet's room to help the prophet and take care of Wang Lin.

First only took two benches, handed one to Bai Han, and the two sat next to the barrel, "Wang Lin was injured too badly, the meridians in his body have been destroyed, I am afraid that even if he recovers, his cultivation will ......."

At this point, the Prophet stopped and did not continue.

For warriors, the destruction of cultivation is more cruel than taking their lives.

Hearing the prophet's words, Bai Han's delicate face immediately filled with sadness, "Then if the Demon God's cultivation is restored, and then come to trouble our Tianluo Sect, what should we do!"

This time, the reason why Tianluo Sect was able to escape was entirely because Wang Lin turned the tide.

If Wang Lin's cultivation is completely destroyed and the Demon God kills him again, who can compete with the Demon God?

The Prophet sighed, he had no way to answer Bai Han's question.

The two of them sat in front of the barrel in silence, looking at Wang Lin, who looked like a dead man inside the barrel, and didn't say a word again.

According to the information obtained in Tianluozhong, this time, the demon god has also been hit hard, and in a short period of time, there should be no more attacks on Tianluozhong.

Jiang Baili and others, after getting the news, celebrated.

Without the deterrence of the demon god, in the next two months, the righteous martial artist launched a counterattack against the demon race.

These demon clans entrenched in various cities in the Yuqing Realm began to retreat under the blows of the righteous path martial artists.

The situation in the Yuqing Realm began to reverse, and the righteous path martial artists, under the leadership of the Tianluo Sect, continued to counterattack the demons.

Although the situation in the Yuqing Realm began to improve, Wang Lin's situation did not improve in the slightest.

The prophet still prepared various herbs for Wang Lin every day, but Wang Lin never woke up from his coma.

Jiang Baili had only visited Wang Lin here in the first few days.

Other times, never again.

The disciples of the Tianluo Sect were also busy exterminating the Demon Clan, and the entire Tianluo Sect seemed to have forgotten Wang Lin.

Only Bai Han would come every day to help the prophet take care of Wang Lin.

Time passed day by day, and the Yuqing Realm seemed to have returned to its previous state.

Under the attack of Tianluo Sect and others, the demon clan has retreated into the demon domain.

Now Jiang Baili and the others are discussing how to attack the Demon Domain, and completely wipe out the Demon Clan while the Demon God has not yet recovered.

On this day, there was no difference from the usual.

In the morning, the weather was clear and cloudless.

The prophet and the lily were still soaking Wang Lin in the medicine barrel as usual.

They have been doing this work for more than a month, and they are already familiar with it.

At the moment when Wang Lin's body entered the water, both of them felt that Wang Lin seemed to make a sound.

The prophet and Bai Han glanced at each other, and they could see the surprise in each other's eyes, and the two hurriedly fished Wang Lin out of the barrel again.

Although Wang Lin's eyes were still closed, his eyeballs seemed to be moving rapidly under his eyelids.

"Lord Prophet, Senior Wang Lin seems to be waking up!" Bai Han said in surprise.

"Let's two, help him to the bed. The prophet also felt that Wang Lin seemed to be about to get up, beckoned Bai Han and the two of them, and helped Wang Lin to the bed.

At this time, Wang Lin's breathing rhythm was obviously much faster than usual.

The prophet and Bai Han sat at the head of the bed, paying close attention to Wang Lin's movements.

Under the gaze of the two, Wang Lin's eyes slowly opened.

It was only at this time that the prophet and Bai Han breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wake up, wake up, senior Wang Lin is awake!" Bai Han shouted happily.

The Prophet's wrinkled face also smiled.

"I'm finally awake!" the prophet stretched out his hand and patted Wang Lin on the shoulder.

These days, he and Bai Han have taken good care of Wang Lin, but Wang Lin has never shown any signs of awakening.

It wasn't until he saw Wang Lin open his eyes at this time that the prophet's hanging heart was put down.

Although Wang Lin opened his eyes, his eyes were full of confusion.

He looked at the prophet in front of him with some confusion, "Who am I, and how am I here?"

Wang Lin's words made the prophet and Bai Han look at each other.

Seeing this meaning, Wang Lin actually forgot who he was.

"Lord Prophet, what's wrong with Senior Wang Lin?" Bai Han looked at the Prophet in horror.

"Hey!" the Prophet sighed, "It seems that Wang Lin should have been severely injured and lost his memory in the battle with the Demon God. ”

"Amnesia?" Bai Han scratched his head, how can he still fight amnesia in this war, this is the first time he has seen such a thing.

"Ahhh

first looked at Wang Lin, and saw Wang Lin holding his head with both hands, his expression was very painful.

"Wang Lin, relax, don't think so much!" The prophet knew that Wang Lin's situation must have been caused by excessive use of his brain, and his head hurt.

The two helped Wang Lin and let Wang Lin lie on the bed.

The prophet stretched out his hand to check Wang Lin's pulse, and saw that the breath in Wang Lin's body was running quite smoothly, so he was relieved.

"Bai Han, you go and prepare some food. "The Prophet commanded Pakhan.

"Okay, I'll go. Bai Han immediately got up and walked out the door.

"It's okay to make some porridge, he's just woken up now, and he can't eat anything hard. The prophet said uneasily, Bai Han nodded, and walked out of the room.

Wang Lin was lying on the bed, his eyes widened, and he looked at the roof blankly.

The prophet didn't say much, just sat beside the bed and accompanied Wang Lin, he knew that Wang Lin was in his current state, and he couldn't tell him too much.

said too much, except for adding to Wang Lin's burden, there was no other effect.

After eating two large bowls of porridge, Wang Lin's state finally improved.

Although he couldn't recognize the prophet and Bai Han anymore, Wang Lin could feel that these two people should not be bad people.

When Wang Lin was eating, Bai Han squatted beside him and watched, wanting to interject and ask something several times, but in the end he held back.