Chief don't slap in the face

After catching the womb fruit that flew over, the Great Prophet hugged her and showed a gentle smile. The birth of this daughter was an accident, but after all, it was his own child, connected by blood.

"Father!"

Song Guo lowered her head and rubbed against the big prophet's chest like a kitten: "Big brother has helped me a lot, don't hurt him, okay?"

"That's what you said when you first met me?"

The Great Prophet asked back.

"Without Big Brother, I'm still wandering in the wasteland!"

Song Guo was not afraid to anger his father and reiterated his point.

"Song fruit!"

Xia Ye was worried.

"Hehe, am I that unreasonable?"

The Great Prophet shook his head and looked at Xia Ye: "Tell me, what reward do you want?"

"What I want, I will get it back by myself, and I don't need other people's rewards."

Xia Ye narrowed his eyes: "I just hope you treat Si Guo better. If you hurt her, even if you are the prophet of Zhao Guoda, I will cut off your head."

"No rewards? How about I give you the throne of Zhao?"

After the Great Prophet finished speaking, he observed Xia Ye with great interest.

"what?"

The others exclaimed in surprise. Their best plan was to support Zhao Lianyu, and they hid behind their backs to take control. Now they have a chance to sit on the throne of King Zhao?

Chapter 484 The Shackles of Civilization

Zhao Guoneng's current prosperity, living and working in peace and contentment is inseparable from the great prophet's contribution.

This great prophet does not strive for fame, does not seek profit, and serves the country and the people wholeheartedly. The only shortcoming may be that his whereabouts are too erratic, and he often does not see anyone for months or years.

Some people say that the Great Prophet was exploring those lost lands and brought back high-yielding seeds, medicines, and minerals. In a word, the Great Prophet has a high status in the hearts of the people, and he is a land fairy-like figure.

Why was the middle-aged man who had just been taken away afraid of the Great Prophet, and didn't even dare to resist?It is because the Great Prophet has too much power to speak, so that he cannot afford any rebellious thoughts.

"If you get the support of the Great Prophet, maybe the master can really wear Zhao's crown!"

Not to mention Friday, even the old and prudent ghost master, at this moment, is full of excitement and daydreams.

"I repeat, I don't need rewards from others!"

Xia Ye refused, this sentence is half true and half false, one is that he can't figure out the meaning of the Great Prophet, and the other is that he is really not too impulsive, just imagine, even if he becomes the king, there is a more prestigious Grand Prophet behind him Prophet, then the king is meaningless.

"Hehe, you care too much."

The Great Prophet shook his head and laughed, "Let's go, go to my house, I have something to tell you!"

With the appearance of the Great Prophet, the rebellion quickly came to an end, and the losses were only limited to the palace, and did not spread to the surrounding residential areas.

The most serious damage should be the Ancestral Temple, but almost everyone in the Zhao family died, and the Great Prophet didn't pursue it, so Xia Ye just pretended to be innocent.

When leaving the palace, Xia Ye saw Zhao Lianyu, although she only had a quick glance, she didn't seem to be in any serious trouble.

The home of the Great Prophet is in Beicheng District. It occupies a large area because it is used to store some items, but there are few servants because he does not like to be served by others.

"Sit anywhere!"

In the tea house in the courtyard, apart from Xia Ye, only Si Guo can sit with him.

"I come!"

Seeing that his father wanted to make tea, Song Guo hurried to help.

"Ha ha!"

The Great Prophet nodded slightly, enjoying the rare family happiness, but he didn't open his mouth. As a junior, Xia Ye was too embarrassed to ask, so the atmosphere was a little awkward.

It was the little Lolita who was caring, and couldn't bear Xia Ye's embarrassment, so she took the initiative to ask.

"What's the matter with that King Zhao? He's already a winner in life, yet he still wants to commit suicide?"

Song Guo didn't understand.

"Because life is very boring. It's like a countryman who has seen a bustling metropolis, and then let him go back to his backcountry. Who wants to?"

The Great Prophet smiled helplessly.

"What is a metropolis?"

Song Guo scratched his hair, looking puzzled, but Xia Ye's spirit was shaken, and he stared at the Great Prophet.

"Don't look at it, I, like you, are the lucky ones who escaped the catastrophe."

The Great Prophet shrugged his shoulders. Because of the spore virus, coupled with his practice, and taking some rare medicinal materials all year round, the Great Prophet has a long life.

"What cataclysm?"

Song Guo was completely confused.

"I woke up earlier than you, about 3000 years."

The Great Prophet recalled: "Oh, it may be 5000 years. It's too long to remember."

Xia Ye nodded, but he had no doubts. If he could 'freeze' in a tree for hundreds of millions of years, then the Great Prophet would also have his adventures.

"Basically, we should be fellow villagers?"

The Great Prophet joked.

Xia Ye smiled, and finally asked the doubt in his heart: "After such a long time, even if you slowly improve technology, no matter how bad you are, you can still enter the Iron Age, right?"

It may be difficult in the industrial age, but there is always no problem with ironware. Even if the Great Prophet does not understand iron-smelting technology, but in his position, as long as he has seen it and proposed this concept, people will definitely be able to find it.

You must know that the development of production tools is often discovered only after a flash of inspiration.

"Because it's not allowed!"

The Great Prophet picked up the tea and drank it down. The wry smile on his face became more intense.

"Not allowed? Who?"