The fiery red sun jumped out from the clouds, and the warm sunshine painted the Vatican Palace with a dazzling golden light, making the palace look extremely sacred.
Two figures stood side by side on the wall of the Holy See Palace, looking into the distance.
They are Ye Qiu and Xian.
"The compensation and friendship agreements between the nine countries have been completed, Ye Qiu, thank you." the prophet said gratefully.
"You don't have to be polite to me." Ye Qiu said, "Find a place and I will help you recover your cultivation."
"Can you help me restore my cultivation?" The prophet's beautiful eyes were filled with shock.
Ye Qiu said: "I want to try it, but I'm not sure whether it will succeed."
"Whether I can succeed or not, I am grateful to you." The prophet continued: "Yesterday you fought against the masters of the Nine Kingdoms, and went to the Burj Al Arab Hotel late at night. You ran around all night and stayed up all night. Why don't you take a rest first?"
"I'm not in a hurry anyway. I'll wait until you get some rest and then help me restore your cultivation, okay?"
Ye Qiu knew that the prophet was considerate of him and said with a smile: "Don't worry, it's nothing to me if I haven't slept all night. After all, I am now a master."
The prophet woke up with a start. Yes, the master king is already the most powerful person in the world. Not to mention that Ye Qiu just stayed up for one night, even if he stayed up for several days and nights, without eating or drinking, he would still be in trouble.
Nothing will happen.
Ye Qiu said: "You go find a quiet place and hurry up. After I help you recover your cultivation, I will return to China."
"Go back home? So soon?" the prophet said: "Didn't you say yesterday that you could stay in the Vatican for two days?"
"Yes, yesterday and today."
Hearing this, a deep sense of disappointment appeared between the prophet's brows.
Ye Qiu pretended to turn a blind eye to the prophet's loss and urged: "Go find a place quickly!"
The prophet put away his disappointment and asked: "Is it okay here?"
Ye Qiu glanced at it. The city wall was extremely tall and no one disturbed it. It was indeed a nice place.
"Okay, let's start!"
At that moment, the two sat down cross-legged facing each other.
Ye Qiu first took out a dozen medicinal herbs that were hundreds of years old from the Qiankun Bag, crushed them into powder, and asked the prophet to take them.
Then the two of them faced each other with their palms facing each other, and Ye Qiu transferred his power into the prophet's body through his palms, helping her absorb the medicinal power.
Soon, wisps of white smoke appeared above the prophet's head.
Half an hour later.
The prophet absorbed all the power of the medicine.
Ye Qiu checked the prophet's pulse and found that her cultivation was still at the level of the venerable. He frowned, took out the golden needle again, and began to prick the prophet.
This was the first time Ye Qiu helped someone recover their cultivation.
After his cultivation fell into decline not long ago, he recovered his cultivation by searching for dragon veins.
It stands to reason that only treasures from heaven and earth, or magical elixirs, can help the prophet restore his cultivation level, but Ye Qiu wanted to give it a try. As his cultivation level increased greatly, his understanding of medical skills also improved greatly.
few.
"Boohoo!"
Ye Qiu pricks the needle very fast, picking or stabbing it, as if performing a magic trick, which dazzles people.
In less than a minute, he inserted ninety-nine golden needles into the prophet's body.
A flick of the finger.
"Buzz!"
Ninety-nine golden needles emitted a bright golden glow, trembling almost simultaneously and making a buzzing sound.
"Do you feel it?" Ye Qiu asked.
"Not yet," replied the prophet.
Ye Qiu's brows furrowed even more tightly.
"It shouldn't be. Logically speaking, the prophet's cultivation should show signs of recovery after the injection. Why doesn't she feel anything at all?"
Ye Qiu thought of this, put his right hand on the prophet's head, and injected power into the prophet's body through his palm.
After a full quarter of an hour, Ye Qiu discovered that the prophet's cultivation still showed no sign of recovery.
"Strange, what's the problem? Is it because the strength is not enough?"
Ye Qiu used the Nine-turn Divine Dragon Art to increase his power to the extreme.
"hold head high--"
A thundering dragon roar sounded.
Immediately afterwards, seventy-two dragon auras appeared behind Ye Qiu.
Each dragon aura is about three feet long and golden in color, just like real dragons flying with great momentum.
The seventy-two dragon auras represent Ye Qiu's strongest power.
Under Ye Qiu's control, the seventy-two dragon energy quickly enveloped the prophet, and then a steady stream of power rushed into the prophet's eight extraordinary meridians.
Finally, the prophet's complexion turned rosy and his cultivation gradually recovered.
However, the recovery speed is very slow.
Time passes minute by minute.
In the blink of an eye, half an hour passed.
Ye Qiu's forehead was covered with cold sweat and his face was pale. The huge consumption made him almost unsteady.
In desperation, Ye Qiu picked a leaf of the Golden Sacred Tree from the Qiankun Bag and swallowed it.
In an instant, physical strength is restored.
He continued to help the prophet recover his cultivation.
Another hour passed, and just when Ye Qiu could hardly hold on any longer, the prophet's cultivation finally returned to the initial state of a king.
Only then did Ye Qiu stop.
The moment he retracted his palm, he could no longer hold on and sat down on the ground with a "thud".
The prophet was very happy at first, but when he saw Ye Qiu's pale face, his happiness disappeared, and he asked worriedly: "What's wrong with you?"
"It consumes too much and needs some time to recover." Ye Qiu said breathlessly.
The prophet then breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Ye Qiu and asked, "Are you going to return home when you regain your strength?"
"Yeah." Ye Qiu hummed softly.
"Can you not leave?" the prophet said reluctantly.
"You know, I have to return to China." Ye Qiu said, "My family is all in Jiangzhou."
The prophet said: "You have helped me so much this time. I don't know how to thank you. To be honest, I can't bear to let you go."
Ye Qiu smiled and said: "You have helped me before, this time I will help you, and we are settled."
Clearance?
When the prophet heard these two words, he felt a little uncomfortable for some reason, and thought to himself, I don't want to be clear with you.
"Want to drink water?" the prophet asked again.
Ye Qiu had been busy for so long and was indeed a little thirsty. He said, "Please help me get a glass of water..."
The words are not finished yet.
The prophet's face suddenly moved forward, and her sweet lips sealed Ye Qiu's mouth. Then, she hooked her hands around Ye Qiu's neck and kissed him wildly.
Ye Qiu wanted to push the prophet away, but now that he was weak, he couldn't push away a master who was in the first stage of the king.
Suddenly, the prophet pushed Ye Qiu to the floor and sat on him.
"What are you doing?" Ye Qiu suddenly felt a little panicked.
The prophet smiled seductively, and then under Ye Qiu's gaze, she took off her clothes. In an instant, a white body appeared in front of Ye Qiu's eyes.
Unobstructed view!
Thrilling!
Flawless!
The prophet leaned over Ye Qiu and whispered softly in his ear: "Don't you like fighting? I will accompany you~"
