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Qing Ling put Fengmian on the bed. The doctor took her pulse and asked, "What's wrong with her?"

"I'm pregnant. I just suddenly said that my stomach hurts. I didn't eat anything randomly. This has never happened before."

After Qing Ling finished speaking, he looked at Feng Mian eagerly, his whole body trembling and he couldn't stop feeling flustered.

The doctor frowned after the examination, "It's strange. There is obviously nothing wrong with her body. How could she be in a coma?"

"There is nothing wrong with your health?" Qing Ling did not doubt the doctor's words.

If they hadn't come here, he might have thought that the doctor was fooling him because of his poor skills, but after going through so much, he finally understood that he and Feng Mian were special cases, and ordinary circumstances could not be applied to them.

However, if there was nothing wrong with Feng Mian's body, what exactly caused her to fall into a coma?
Qing Ling couldn't figure it out.

"Yes, she is in good health, and I can see that you take good care of her. But..." The doctor glanced at the unconscious Feng Mian and shook his head, "I don't know what's going on."

Qing Ling's face turned ugly.

Should we just let it go?

While he was struggling, the people sent by Mr. Zhou to follow arrived. Qing Ling looked at them and suddenly said, "Doctor, could you please prescribe some prescriptions to soothe the nerves."

"That's fine." The doctor didn't refuse and gave him some medicine.

Qing Ling said to the person following him, "Let's go."

He wanted to see the prophet. Maybe he knew something. Even if he climbed over the wall, he still had to find out what was going on. He just hoped that the prophet was still there.

Qing Ling took Feng Mian back to Jingyuan. Zhao Liang and the others quickly packed up a room for Feng Mian to rest. Qing Ling asked them to take care of her temporarily while she went to the prophet's residence alone.

The prophet's residence was not far from their courtyard, and the courtyard door was still closed. Qing Ling walked around the perimeter of the courtyard several times, and finally found a relatively short wall, and immediately climbed over the wall and jumped into the courtyard.

Different from the lively situation he imagined, there was no one in the yard, it was very quiet, and there were only many unnamed flowers in bloom.

There are few flowers in Qingfeng City, and now the weather is cold and not many plants are growing. However, the temperature in the yard is very warm, and flowers of various colors are blooming vying for the first time, as if it is midsummer.

But Qing Ling had no intention of paying attention to this now. He just wanted to find the prophet quickly and find out the reason for Feng Mian's coma.

He walked around the yard for a long time without seeing anyone, and he thought the prophet was really not there.

When he walked to the backyard, there were bursts of piano music. Qing Ling felt happy and immediately walked towards the source of the sound.

A man is sitting in the pavilion playing the piano.

Most people in Qingfeng City have patches on their bodies. After all, the living environment is not very good, but this person's body is indeed made of fine silk, and the decoration in the courtyard is also very charming, like the mansion of a wealthy family.

Qing Ling slowly walked up to the man and asked softly: "Are you a prophet?"

The sound of the piano stopped suddenly, and the man raised his eyes to look at Qing Ling. He was a very young man, who looked like he was no more than 23 or [-] years old.

"sit down."

"Are you really a prophet? My wife is unconscious now. Do you know why?"

Qing Ling automatically ignored his words and asked anxiously.

The prophet glanced at him and pointed to the seat opposite him, "Sit down and talk."

His words were unhurried and relaxed. Qing Ling endured her anxiety and sat down. "She is fine. She will wake up naturally after a while." The prophet poured him a cup of tea. "Don't worry, she has her own destiny."

Qing Ling couldn't understand a word he said, but he understood that Feng Mian's life was not in danger. He breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Since you are here, why did you turn a blind eye to us before? Just say Let us come back in three days."

The prophet shook his head, "The three-day deadline is not for you, but for her."

To Mian Mian?
"Why?"

Qing Ling was puzzled.

The prophet did not explain, but just said: "From the moment you entered Qingfeng City, I knew you were coming, and I also knew what you were looking for. However, although I knew some things, I couldn't tell you directly. It was up to you. Find out for yourself.”

What he said was what Qing Ling and the others thought, but there was no time so there was no way to tell them directly.

"Then it's Mianmian's time in three days?"

Qing Ling stared at the prophet closely.

The prophet smiled, "Aren't you curious as to why you and she can live a new life at the same time, or even come to this world at all?"

Qing Ling's pupils shrank.

Live again!
He knew that both of them were born again!
"What do you know? What do you mean by this?"

Qing Ling's voice became much colder.

All he wanted in this life was to live an ordinary life with Feng Mian. If it hadn't been for the jade pendant, the two of them wouldn't have come at all, and they wouldn't be living in another world without being able to return.

The prophet seemed to know what he was thinking, and said with a smile: "Are you so sure that this is a different world for you, rather than the place where you should live?"

With this heavy hammer blow, Qing Ling's thoughts were stuck for a moment, and his mind was in a state of confusion.

What does he mean by this? What does this mean that this is the place where they should live? Are you kidding me? How could he possibly get it wrong after living in the modern world for so many years and experiencing so much? Could it be that he and Feng Mian were originally from this continent but went to modern times due to an accident? What the hell?

Qing Ling's expression was unpredictable. After admiring it for a while, the prophet laughed and said, "Haha, your expression is really wonderful. Don't worry, you are not from here."

Qing Ling was speechless.

What's wrong with this guy? Do you just like to see people anxious?
"Then I will come to visit with my wife in three days." After Qing Ling finished speaking, he stood up and turned to leave.

"Wait." The prophet stopped Qing Ling and said, "There are some things I can't tell your wife right away, but I can still tell you..."

A trace of doubt flashed in Qing Ling's eyes.

After thinking for a while, he sat down in front of the prophet.

At this time, in the Zhang Mansion where Mr. Zhou and the others moved in, A Nuan was guarding Feng Mian with a worried look on her face. She looked at Feng Mian with a very scared look in her eyes. This was the first time she had encountered any benefit from eating the holy fruit. things.

At this time, Feng Mian, who was worried about them, was in darkness. She walked in this darkness for a long time, but she couldn't get out. Just when she was about to take a rest, something suddenly happened in front of her eyes. A lot of starlight appeared, and these stars extended into the distance, as if inviting her to go somewhere.

Feng Mian hesitated for a while, looked at the surrounding scene, and decided to go to the front to have a look, maybe he could walk out.

Feng Mian walked and walked, and he didn't know how long he walked. The scene in front of him finally changed. After seeing everything in front of him clearly, Feng Mian was a little surprised.