The Extraordinary Exploration of Global Live Broadcast

Wang Dali and Prince Fahsha walked out of the wasteland and onto the highway.

Wang Dali seemed to stroll in the courtyard, but Fahsha was tired and became a dead dog.

Where did this pampered prince walk so far, his legs seemed to be filled with lead, and the sun in the sky was so vicious that he almost fainted him.

After walking along the highway for ten minutes, a TV interview vehicle appeared in the distance.

On the highway, two small cars suddenly stopped in front of Wang Dali one after another.

"Oh, thank God, it's him, it's Brother Dali" exclaimed from the car.

Fahsha looked at it and judged that the car was a family on a pilgrimage to Mecca. Such families are uncountable throughout the year.

"Brother Dali, can you go to the city by car, my legs seem to be broken!" Fahesha begged.

"I'll be here soon, hold on again, but you really can't hold on, but get in the car!" Wang Dali said.

"Oh, thanks, thanks to God, thanks to the Prophet Muhammad!"

Fahsha was overjoyed, hurriedly greeted the car, greeted the people inside, grabbed a bottle of mineral water, and drank wildly.

A small car walked down a couple. They were holding a six or seven-year-old girl. The girl's eyes seemed to be flawed and couldn't see anything.

"Brother Dali, no, God's messenger, I beg you to save our children." The couple knelt without saying a word.

"What's up with her?"

"Our Henna has a congenital eye disease and has been blind since she was a child. I hope the great messenger can help her!" The couple begged.

"What can I do, I am not a doctor!" Wang Dali shook his head.

"No, no, you can, don't you have a holy thing stained with the blood of'Isa?" The couple stared at the barrel of the Longinus gun in Wang Dali's hand.

'Isa, this is what Islam calls Jesus.

The spear stained with the blood of **** is the spear of destiny, possessing wonderful power. The couple naturally knew about it after watching the live broadcast.

"Okay, okay,'Isa is the messenger of God, and will naturally bless the followers of God!"

In fact, Wang Dali didn't mind borrowing flowers to offer Buddha, because he didn't have much to lose anyway.

In the other car, an elderly man came down in a wheelchair and was pushed over by his family. It was the granddaughter of the old man, who was in her twenties, and she was a very beautiful girl.

"Brother Dali, no, Envoy, please save my grandpa too, his legs broke in an accident!"

The girl and family also begged.

"Get up, get up!"

How could Wang Dali be embarrassed to let others kneel, especially beautiful girls, what age are they now, and still kneel and worship, he is not a god!

In a blink of an eye, reporters from the TV station arrived.

The reporters swarmed up, and they understood what was going on through the tablet computer, and the reporters rushed to interview.

"Brother Dali, are you an angel created by God?"

"I'm walking around the world, by the way, help Angel Luo and Angel Liangbing find the secret treasure!" Wang Dali said.

"Do you think that the sky garden is a paradise in the Quran?"

"I don't know!" Wang Dali shrugged.

"Then are you the messenger of God?"

"Perhaps, in fact, I don't know it myself, this may require your own judgment, because God's messenger does not necessarily come from the sky, but more is born in the world!" Wang Dali spread his hands.

"Is this really a holy relic stained with the blood of Jesus?" The reporters looked at the barrel of the spear of destiny, their eyes shining.

"Yes, as everyone can see, it is this thing, it is an out-and-out treasure!"

Wang Dali raised the barrel of the gun high up like a treasure, and coaxed: "It is a treasure and a sacred object. It can heal all mortals' injuries!"

"It's great, can you show us this miracle?" the reporters shouted.

"certainly!"

Wang Dali smiled handsomely and said, "Even if you don't come, I will treat this little girl and this old man. You all get away, don't be crowded!"

The reporters stepped back quickly.

Wang Dali looked at the little girl, stepped forward, and said, "Let's treat the little guy first. You have a congenital eye disease. Haven't you seen anything since you were a child? What's your name!"

"Yes, my envoy, my name is Henna!" the little girl said firmly.

"Yes, yes, Hannah means happiness. You will be happy in your life!" Wang Dali put the barrel of the gun on Hannah's head and touched her lightly.

Wang Dali discovered that the energy in the barrel of the gun seemed to weaken a little.

But it doesn't matter, the energy in the barrel of the gun is huge, and less is not a big problem.

Everyone became nervous, the reporters quickly started broadcasting, and the major TV stations in Mecca were broadcasting the images in front of them.

In Mecca, countless people are watching TV, and the open-air screens in the streets and squares have also turned to live broadcasts, and people can see them when they look up.

The busy people stopped and watched. Some people watched the video on their mobile phones and hurried to the Great Mosque, because they knew that Wang Dali would definitely go there for hajj.

The little girl Henna rubbed her eyes suddenly, and the light penetrated into her eyes from the outside and into her pupils. She saw the faces of countless people.

"Ahhhhh"

The little girl screamed, panicked, turned and threw herself into her mother's arms.

Poor little guy, he couldn't see anything since he was a child, but now that he sees it, it would be strange if he is not scared.

"Great, great, my baby Hina, finally saw my mother!" Hina's mother wept with joy, and the family hugged each other with joy and tears.

"A miracle, this is a miracle--" The reporters became excited, and no one questioned whether Wang Dali was the messenger of God.

"Well, it's the old gentleman's turn!"

Wang Dali put the barrel of the gun on the old man's knee. After a while, the old man felt strange and quickly pushed away the support of his family and stood up successfully.

"Thank God, thank the messenger, praise you sincerely!"

The old man bowed down devoutly, and even ignoring the dust on Wang Dali's shoes, directly kissed Wang Dali's instep, tears streaming down his face.

As if he felt this pious spiritual energy, Wang Dali's heart was touched, and with a huff, the wings of light stretched out from behind, matching with the holy white robe on his body, Wang Dali looked extremely sacred in the sun.

Prince Fahsha was startled, his knees bent and he knelt!

When everyone saw this scene, they were stunned, and people immediately reacted, and then they looked happy and excited, and worshipped happily.

"Fuck, Brother Dali is so hard to pretend, and he's hanging up to the sky--" In China, many young people jumped up from the computer desk and shouted!