"You can deal with this baby yourself, just don't bring it back to the elves. The Prophet glanced at Bengu deeply, and he knew that the baby was the ShadowClan, but he didn't say it.

Seeing that he was stunned, the prophet glanced at Gu Yi and them again, and then turned around and walked towards Zheng Ming, and when he left, he also mentioned, "Don't forget to give him a name." ”

"Huh?" Bian Gu was surprised, and suddenly a baby appeared without saying anything, and he still needed to choose a name for him.

"Or call him Gu. ”

I don't know what Bian Gu thinks, he actually gave this child a single name "Gu", of course the prophet didn't see this matter, he is now about to walk to Zheng Ming's side.

After the exchange just now, the surrounding gaps had been almost repaired, and Bian Gu didn't ask too much, which also saved the prophet a lot of trouble.

Zheng Ming had already woken up, but he, like Bian Gu, saw the prophet suddenly appear next to Bian Gu, but it was the first time he saw so many spatial gaps, and his brain was a little dazed, and his teacher didn't even notice it when he got closer.

"Holy Son, how do you feel, Holy Son?" The prophet called his name for a long time before he saw Zheng Ming come back to his senses, and couldn't help but quip, "What is the Holy Son thinking, so engrossed, you don't feel it when my old guy comes." ”

"Oh. Originally, I was still a little dizzy, but I just coped with the reply, but the more I listened, the more familiar it felt, and after seeing the person who came, I hurriedly got up, "Teacher, why are you here?"

Momo also woke up at this time, rubbing his sleepy eyes with his little hands, and at this angle, he saw the prophet when he opened his eyes.

Then he grinned and smiled happily: "Grandpa Mixiu." ”

His legs were still between the crooks of Zheng Ming's arms, and his body couldn't help but hug him.

When the prophet saw Momo like this, he also smiled and said, "Eh, my good Momo." ”

"What's the matter, has your Holy Son brother bullied you recently?" The prophet stretched out his hands and hugged Mo Mo, during which Zheng Ming frowned for some reason, but was directly ignored by the prophet.

"No, my brother is kind to Mo Moke, but my brother is always disobedient, and he can't find anyone without saying a word, so Mo Mo often has to cry and wait for him. Of course, Zheng Ming knew that Mo Mo was just deliberately coquettish.

"Yes, yes, it's all my brother's fault, and my brother will change it later. Seeing that she didn't turn her head and make a grimace, Zheng Ming couldn't help but feel warm for a while, and then seemed to think of something, "But Mo Mo is good, come down and play for a while, then your Grandpa Mixiu has a good rest." ”

After hearing this, Momo looked at the prophet curiously, and put his ear against the prophet's chest, which made the prophet look curious, "Momo, what are you doing here?"

Mo Mo didn't speak, but his face began to fall silent, no longer as agile as he had just now.

Maybe the prophet couldn't see anything, but Zheng Ming knew that every time she went through something ordeal or faced any danger, Mo Mo always liked to lie on her chest so quietly, and every time she would become very silent.

After thinking about it, Zheng Ming couldn't help but look at the prophet worriedly, "Teacher, why are your hands so old?"

"It's out of the way, it's all a minor issue. The Prophet naturally withdrew his hand into his sleeve, and then diverted the subject, "Would you like to come back to the elves with me Chinese?"

Hearing this question, Zheng Ming was silent, to be honest, many things that he didn't know the answer kept happening to him, making him feel like a disaster, if he returned to the elf clan, it would inevitably bring some trouble to the elf clan.

And he has another layer of thoughts, maybe the more dangers he faces, the more mysteries will be revealed, just like this time he entered the bamboo garden by chance, although he still doesn't know how he got in, and he can't tell what is going on with people like Min Busy, but he can be regarded as having some clues.

Thinking of this, he had to worry about Mo Mo, if Mo Mo was still by his side in the future, he didn't know if he could protect him.

Zheng Ming didn't answer the Prophet's question, but the Prophet had read the answer from his expression.

Then, the Prophet sighed, and waited until he had hidden his emotions before looking at Momo with a smile, "Then Momo wants to go back with Grandpa Mixiu, Queen Milian is always talking about you." ”

"I don't want to, I want to be with my brother, and I will go wherever my brother goes. Mo Mo thought that the prophet was going to separate her from Zheng Ming, and immediately raised his head.

"Momo, you go back with the teacher, you are with your brother, your brother may not be able to protect you, and if you are in danger, your brother will also be sad. Seeing Mo Mo like this, Zheng Ming's heart tightened.

"Brother, don't you want Momo?"

"Okay, okay, don't cry, Grandpa Mixiu won't take you back. The prophet patiently comforted Mo Mo, and when he saw that she was quiet, he instructed Zheng Ming, "It's okay if you don't go back, anyway, there is a lot of trouble in the elf clan now, it's not a place to recuperate, I just happened to go out for a walk, if you want to go, you don't care about it for the time being, take the one next to you to solve the "living dead" on the mainland, maybe you can see your fate clearly." ”

The prophet actually knew very well what his apprentice needed and what the purpose of his journey was, although he didn't know why he didn't tell Zheng Ming that he was going to the War Clan, presumably for Zheng Ming's sake, but the prophet was gone, and the War Clan was not expected to pose a threat to Zheng Ming in a short period of time.

Then, seeing the prophet put Mo Mo down from his arms, he continued, "Wait a while, you give this human the mutation potion to drink, and then take the Shadow Clan away with you, as for the ancient one, you don't care about them, I have already explained to Bian Gu." ”

After speaking, the prophet took out a bottle of mutation potion from his arms and handed it to Zheng Ming, touched Momo's hair again, and left without looking back.

Looking at his back, Zheng Ming didn't know why he always felt that this would be the last time they would meet.

"Teacher, I'll go back and accompany you when it's over!"

When the prophet heard this, his body froze, and a happy smile appeared on his face, and he continued to walk away.

At this time, Zheng Ming noticed that the injuries on Min Xian's body had healed, including the arm he had lost in the battle had also regrown, and seeing that he was still sleeping, he lifted him up and fed him the mutation potion by the way.

After doing this, he picked up Min and hurriedly walked towards Bian Gu, while Mo Mo quietly dragged the corner of his clothes and followed beside him.

Bian Gu naturally saw the scene of the prophet's departure, and he also knew that there would inevitably be a fierce battle in the prophet's line.

He could not help but hear what the prophet had said to him

- I'm going to get justice for you.