"No, you don't understand. (Read the latest chapter for the first time)" Yamamoto Buwu couldn't stand the prophet's tone, and he looked very understanding.

"No, although I'm not from the earth, I can still understand your feelings. The prophet's gaze once again shone with the light of wisdom.

Even Yamamoto Buwu was a little affected, but when he thought of his illness, the slightest hint of influence suddenly dissipated.

"You don't understand at all, this is my hatred, I am being calculated to be like this. So I'm going to get revenge!, you know?" Yamamoto roared, as if he wanted to vent some of his grievances and unwillingness that he had been holding back for years.

"All you have to do now is tell me if you can do it. "Yamamoto is asking if he can cure himself.

"Of course, Mr. Yamamoto, if there is anyone on this planet who can cure you, then please believe that it can only be me. The Prophet spoke confidently.

He thought that this was the case, that this matter might be very laborious for other people, that it had meridians or something, that it was very complicated, but for the Prophet, as long as a pure light could solve this problem.

In the Holy Light, it's a big deal to make Yamamoto not martial arts, and it's good to have another one.

"Really?!" Although Yamamoto tried his best to control it, Lin Feng could feel the excitement in his heart.

"Of course it's true, in fact, your problem, after I recover, only needs a pure holy light to help you solve it. The prophet did not hide it, but spoke very calmly.

"What, since you're injured?" said Yamamoto's face was incredulous.

"Yes, he was injured by a Chinese man named Lin Feng, he was too cruel. "When the prophet thought of Lin Feng, he felt a little scared now.

Lin Feng's impression on him was too profound, and what made him feel the most heartache was the guardian dagger, and he felt very unwilling to think about it.

"What?," Yamamoto seemed surprised.

"Why, does Mr. Yamamoto know a lot about this Chinese?" the Prophet asked, a little kindly.

"No, I don't know anything about him, but I know he's a very tough opponent. Our family's plan has completely failed in his hands, and he's terrifying!" said Yamamoto Fuwu very seriously.

"Oh, I know that too, I suffered at his hands. But for now, I'll talk about us. It may take a little bit of time for me to recover now, but I need you to provide resources to our Holy See right away. The Prophet spoke with some urgency.

Because it was time for them to plan, it was getting closer and closer, so they were in a bit of a hurry now and couldn't ruin the big plan.

"Of course there is no problem with this, since you have promised it, then I will naturally show my sincerity. "Yamamoto Buwu is very kind to the opening.

"This Yamamoto Takeshi is too two, is it too much, can you believe it like this?" Lin Feng was stunned, how could he be so easy to deceive, a casual promise could make Yamamoto Buwu believe? This is simply too surprising.

In fact, Lin Feng didn't understand the pain and torture that Yamamoto Buwu had suffered over the years, especially later, after he learned about Yamamoto and Yamamoto Mihime. It's really that sentence, I want to die, but he can't!

He still has the Yamamoto family to manage, and he also thought about it, it would be better to kill Yamamoto Fugu and Yamamoto Mihime directly, but he can't either. In this case, then his physical problems will be announced to the public, and it is better to judge it directly, which is a matter of a man's dignity.

But after hearing the news from the Holy See, his heart, which had no hope at all, became hot again. Maybe he can ask someone from the Holy See to help, and he also came with the attitude of giving it a try. After all, his problem is not a day or two, if it can really be cured, then no matter what the price is, he thinks it is worth it, this is a matter of a man's dignity.

"Very well, when the time comes, I will let the Pope contact you. Of course, in the last few days, I have to recuperate well, and if Mr. Yamamoto has something to do, he can go back first. If you're not in a hurry, you can be by my side and wait for my injuries to heal, and then I will help you heal immediately. The prophet looked very understanding, which made Yamamoto look at it with tears in his eyes.

"Don't worry, my affairs have been arranged, and during this time, I will take you with you, Lord Prophet. Obviously, Yamamoto Buwu is still very impatient and wants to heal himself immediately.

"Alright, then Mr. Yamamoto will follow me at the time. ”

After the prophet finalized this, then the matter of Yamamoto Buwu was qualitative, so it seems that the prophet is by his side, and suddenly there is an extra thug at the level of Tiannin.

This made Lin Dashao a little indignant, ***! Such a simple fool to such a master, he knew that Yamamoto Buwu had this problem, so he should have made the first move.

No! Lin Dashao's eyes rolled, and a wicked smile flowed from the corner of his mouth.

What if Yamamoto Buwu couldn't be cured? Hehe, then presumably the relationship between the Prophet and Yamamoto Buwu shouldn't be as good as it is now.

"Hehe, although Young Master Ben is not very good at healing, but he is destructive~" Lin Dashao smiled on the side.

Obviously, Lin Feng can't make a move now, because these two people are not very good people, if he makes any moves now, he will definitely be discovered.

So Lin Dashao waited quietly and patiently on the side.

"Damn, these two souls are faint, and they take a taxi?!"

What made Lin Dashao very entangled was that after Yamamoto Buwu and the prophet came out, they took a taxi and left, which made Lin Dashao very unhappy. , Now I don't have a flying sword, and my strength is here, but there's nothing. Do you want to let yourself turn into a sword and chase after you? It's too wasteful, the sword is an escape move, so the cultivation it consumes is completely 100% of the current cultivation, and it is uncontrollable.

It is also a clubhouse, and the cultivation used to transform the sword can only be increased on that foundation, not decreased. That's why Lin Feng was reluctant to turn his sword into chase.

In desperation, Lin Feng had no choice but to show his figure, then found a car, and followed the two prophets from a distance.

"Damn, fortunately, Lao Tzu has money, grandma drops, two unreliable guys. Lin Feng was in the car behind, scolding.

After about half an hour's drive, Lin Feng found that the Prophet and Yamamoto had gotten out of the car, and Lin Feng also got out of the car behind, and then entered the state of stealth again.

"Damn, this prophet is really bold, and he is next to the secondary church. Lin Feng only realized at this moment that it turned out that this place was not far from the Holy See at all.

"That's a lot of guts. The corners of Lin Dashao's mouth leaked a hint of evil smile, and then swaggered to follow the prophet and Yamamoto Buwu again, and walked inside.

"Huh?"

When Lin Feng approached, the prophet frowned unconsciously.

"What's wrong?" Yamamoto seemed to be aware of it, but he didn't show it.

"Friend, since you're here, please come out and see you. The Prophet did not reply to Yamamoto's words, then turned and spoke faintly towards himself with a deep, unfathomable smile on his face.

"Huh?!" Yamamoto felt a little puzzled, because he himself felt a feeling of being watched.

"Cut~" Lin Feng snorted very disdainfully, if he was not careful just now, he would really be deceived by the prophet.

But now, just kidding, young master, I'm obviously next to you, what do you mean by the back? Young master, am I still that stupid?

"Lord Prophet?!" After a short while, Yamamoto Buwu saw that there was no other movement around him, so he said with some confusion.

"It's okay, huh...... I guess a friend must be joking with us. ”

In fact, the prophet himself is not sure, but his feeling is a bit strange, so he made this decision. Of course, he was embarrassed to tell the truth in front of Yamamoto Buwu, but opened his mouth in an unfathomable manner.

However, Yamamoto Buwu was in his heart, and secretly looked up to the prophet a few points, because he also felt that way, but he was not sure, the prophet was so sure, so he must be one level higher.

"Mr. Yamamoto, let's go inside. The prophet smiled randomly and led Yamamoto Buwu towards the inside of the church.

"Lord Prophet!" the knight at the door bowed down to greet the Prophet when he saw him return.

"Hmm~ you find someone to clean up the house and let this friend live. The Prophet commanded faintly.

"Yes, Prophet, please rest assured, we have a prepared room here, please come with me. One of its knights turned and led the way.

"Mr. Yamamoto, I hope you don't mind, our conditions here are definitely not as good as your family's. The Prophet smiled.

"It's okay, this little problem can be ignored. "Yamamoto doesn't take martial arts and doesn't mind.

The two followed the knight's steps and came to a clean room.

"Mr. Yamamoto, then you can rest here first, I am in the room at the end of the corridor, you can come to me at any time if you have something. When the Prophet had finished speaking, he took his leave.

"Hehe, it's really troublesome, young master, I've finally waited for the time. ”

After the prophet went out, Yamamoto Buwu also rested, and here, he was completely relieved, and slept generously. This made Lin Feng not know what to say for a while, which was too cooperative.

Since this is the case, then Lin Dashao will naturally not be polite. Suddenly, a trace of sword qi was emitted!

"Oh, it's really a bit unkind to do this, but there's no way, although you and the young master are enemies. Lin Feng himself felt a little embarrassed, but he still controlled the sword qi and stabbed towards Yamamoto Buwu's little brother.

Yamamoto was dreaming, and he seemed to feel that his body was being philosophized by something, but it didn't seem to be very real, so he didn't care......

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