The sudden appearance of the priest, dressed in the clothes of an Orthodox clergyman, standing in the middle of the pagan hall and looking out of place, is none other than (shēn), one of the three giants of Zoroastrianism, the High Priest Blake. Prometheus glanced at him with a slight disgust and said coldly

"Back to the sect, are you still wearing this (tào)?"

"What is this, God will forgive me." The frivolous man grinned and said, "They are much kinder than our gods, and sometimes I feel that God's job is to keep saying, 'It's okay,' haha." ”

"Blackie, who asked you to come back?" Prometheus asked coldly

"What is this called, my Bishop?" Blake, who is called Xiao Hei, spread his hands and smiled, "I haven't forgotten my real (shēn) share, didn't I come back to see how the plan went?" The ardent expectations of the Pope's crown are like heavy shackles, and it is difficult for me to sleep and eat. ”

For Blake, who forcibly (cāo) deliberately reciting idioms in non-standard Chinese, Prometheus's watch (qíng) became more and more disgusted, and pressed the crystal coffin in front of (shēn) and asked, "So after you finished reading it, did you get the result you wanted?" ”

"No, you know, I don't know anything about your plans. How do I know if it's going well? Blake paced up to Prometheus (shēn) and smiled with a smile on his face, "As for me, I'm basically a layman for this project, so I'm not going to mess around." You and I know why His Holiness is willing to support us, and I only hope that you will not do anything to disappoint him. No matter how powerful a god is, he is just a god after all, but if you annoy His Majesty the Pope, you won't know the consequences, right? ”

"In your eyes, the old monster lying in the coffin is more terrible than the gods?" Prometheus sarcastically said, "If that is the case, why do you bother me to communicate with the gods? ”

"No matter how terrible God is, what does it have to do with us? The small dust floating in the present world, why care about the magnificence of the galaxy. Blake laughed to himself, "Even if we are lucky enough to win the favor of the gods, it is an unintentional accident for the gods. But everything about you and me is really related to the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of the Pope's crown, am I not right? ”

"I know what to do, I don't need to be reminded of me. If you feel that something is wrong, you can tell the Pope. Prometheus was full of disdain for Blake's words, and looked at Meng Fusheng, who was sleeping in the crystal coffin, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Blake's eyes also locked on Meng Fusheng's face, the girl's sleeping face was innocent and quiet, like a child who did not understand the world. Let the bystanders (jìn) keep lowering their voices, lest they disturb her good dreams.

"You're going to use her?" Blake smiled and asked, "Aren't you afraid, that Meng Wei really fought hard to break the net and report this place to the hunters?" ”

"I have my own decision."

"Isn't it too early to give this place to the hunters?" Blake said meaningfully, "Or is the second phase of the operation ready?" ”

"If you're willing to take over the whole project, I can give it to you now, how about it?" Prometheus said impatiently, "I don't need to say hello to the Pope, I can hand everything over to you now." ”

"Yo roar, don't be angry, I'm just concerned." Blake squinted and smiled, his thick lips turned up like a burlesque actor, and the solemn priest's black robe couldn't help shaking with the full (shēn) fat (ròu), "I can't do this, if I have the ability, I will also find a branch bishop under the Pope's crown." ”

"Then shut your mouth."

"I don't have the power to control the whole project, but I can give you a little bit of work. I can't just paddle next to me and push the work on you, can I? Blake salivated and said, "Well, I'm familiar with the production of Shinhime." I'm here this time, one is to see

How about the Maggie I made, the other thing is to help you take over the work of making the Divine Queen, and also reduce some of the burden for you. ”

Blake winked at Prometheus, "After all, Lord Bishop, you (rì) are in charge, so let me take care of these little things for you." “

"You're going to take over the job of concocting the gods?"

"Can't you?" Blake's eyebrows were raised, and his face was full of wind (chūn), but there was no smile in the big eyes of a frog with more whites than blacks.

After staring at each other for a long time, Prometheus smiled faintly, "Yes." ”

Seeing that the other party easily agreed, Blake suddenly hesitated. He firmly believed that Prometheus must have some ulterior motives behind him, but now it doesn't seem to be sitting on shēn.

"Rest assured, Bishop, I will do my best to complete the task." Blake rolled his eyes, looked at Meng Fusheng in the coffin, and said, "I don't know what kind of god you want to make this girl?" ”

"This?" Prometheus shook his head unexpectedly and said calmly

"You heard it just now, I just want to cleanse her (shēn) of uncleanses and baptize her. I don't want to get into trouble with our precious source of funding. ”

It was already afternoon when she got up from (chuáng), and Ori glanced around and made sure she was in Villa Six.

The severed right arm had been well recovered, and the impact of the explosion had not caused her too much damage. For the alien, when the alien becomes his own independent reality, the strong presence will cause the power acquired by the alien to increase dramatically from the self (shēn).

Aside from Ren Yuan, an existence that has reached the origin of life, generally speaking, the higher the level of the anomaly, the stronger his (shēn) physical quality becomes. Although only one day has passed, after the treatment of the disaster department, the weaving has been able to move (chuáng), but the continuous arm is still a burden, and he cannot move freely.

Holding his right arm covered with synthetic armor, he slowly walked around the ground twice, gradually regaining control of his (shēn) body. It's just that the brain is still muddy and not very clear. She knew that this was the sequelae of the impact after overusing the future vision, but she was not very worried.

After being sent to the ambulance by Xiaoxin, she has been alternating between wakefulness and coma, waking up and falling asleep for a while. In the morning, Jiang Ziwen came to feed her some food and hung a jar of nutrient solution for her, she only felt extremely tired at the time, and fell asleep again before she could say a few more words. All she wanted now was to ask someone what had happened to her since she was taken to the hospital.

Steady her pace, Zhixin pushed the door and walked out of the bedroom, her room was on the same third floor as Jiang Ziwen. Holding on to the wall, he moved step by step to Jiang Ziwen's door next door, and looked up at the sign on the door.

On the first day of coming to Villa No. 6, Jiang Ziwen installed a round tag on the door. On one side it is written at work, and on the other side it is written (jìn) to stop disturbing. According to Jiang Ziwen, non-emergency operations require two hours of personal time each day, unless they are disturbed by everyone in the emergency operation. Except for these two hours, she is working and her personal affairs (qíng) are not allowed to disturb her.

Orimi flipped over the side of the tag at work, knowing that Jiang Ziwen shouldn't have anything important (qíng) now, so he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

However, what Weaving didn't know was that Jiang Ziwen originally wanted to turn the sign to (jìn) to stop disturbing the side. It's just because of Shangguan Hong's notice that Ren Yuan and Yu Qian both went out, and Qiu Limo, who was (qíng) collapsed, was fed sleeping pills by Ren Yuan before leaving, and he couldn't wake up before night. She didn't know that Ori would recover so quickly, so she didn't consider the possibility of someone disturbing her.

Therefore, when the knock on the door suddenly sounded, Jiang Ziwen, who was relaxing at ease, was really startled, and he didn't know what to do with it in a panic. The knock on the door sounded again.

The weave outside the door couldn't hear a response, but when the room was too well insulated, it increased the force. I heard a vague panicked reply from the room

"Who?!"

"It's me, Ori. Miss Jiang, are you busy? ”

"In... Yes... I'm not busy, what's the matter? ”

"There's something I want to ask you."

"Uh... Can you wait a while? ”

Normally, Ori is not a stupid person, and although she seems to be unsophisticated, it doesn't mean that she has a rough understanding of people. On the contrary, she has a special independent reality of the future, but she has an innate advantage in this regard.

It's just that now she has just woken up, and her mind is still muddy and not very bright. When Erlai Yesterday (rì) fell to the ground, through the hole in the wall that Xiaoxin knocked out, the boy's hoarse desperate cry at her, and the frightened face before being knocked unconscious were deeply imprinted in her mind. When Ren Yuan sent her the interrogation record of Qiu Limo, it was the first time in her life that she had the idea of wanting to protect someone.

After reading Qiu Limo's confession, she also understood why Ren Yuan asked her to be Qiu Limo's guardian. This is a redemption, both for this suffering teenager and for the weaving of an unforgettable past. Therefore, even though Jiang Ziwen expressed his refusal, Weaving still stubbornly knocked on the door and refused to leave.

The toughness he tried to show in front of Ren Yuan was precisely because Jiang Ziwen was unable to face the fear and weakness in his (xìng) personality. She was not a person with a strong heart in her bones, and she opened the door tremblingly in the sound of a knock on the door.

As soon as the door was opened, a strong sour smell rushed out through the crack in the door, as if walking through an orchard full of ripe and rotting fruit in autumn. Weaving looked at the girl in front of her who was flushed and squirming at the door with her legs bent and knees, and her delicate brows frowned slightly

"It's time for your room to be ventilated."

"Ahh Ahh Jiang Ziwen vaguely coped with the topic and asked, "Do you have anything to do with me?" ”

"After I was taken to the hospital yesterday, what happened, is Qiu Limo okay?" Tào asked directly, "Can you tell me more about it?" ”

"Ah, that one, he (tǐng) is good." Although he couldn't see the weaving table (qíng), Jiang Ziwen obviously felt that he couldn't get rid of one or two sentences, so he had no choice but to let the weaving into the house (shēn).

Jiang Ziwen's room in the soldier's (shēn) is not superfluous and cluttered, except for the work equipment that occupies an entire wall, except for one (chuáng), a lazy mat facing a giant display, and a dresser near (chuáng) head. The rest is a limited edition gamepad stacked next to a lazy mat (tào) and a stack of genuine movie discs.

If it weren't for the piles of cosmetics on the dresser that added a bit of chūn color to the place, it would definitely be more like a boy's room than a young girl.

Taking advantage of Jiang Ziwen's efforts to open the window, Weaving wanted to find a place to sit down, after all, yesterday (rì) experienced a heavy blow, and (shēn) body was still weak. His eyes swept over the lazy mat and found that the humidity of the thin blanket on it was very problematic, obviously he couldn't sit down, so he wanted to tear the blanket off, but he reached out and dragged it but looked at the things hidden under the thin blanket.

Jiang Ziwen, who opened the window back (shēn), saw Ori in a daze at the lazy mat, and screamed, and immediately wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into. One scolded himself for which tendon was wrong, and he wanted to let the weave in.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were busy." Ori reached out and covered the blanket back.

Facing the face without a table (qíng) is indifferent, Jiang Ziwen feels even more embarrassed. Just when she didn't know how to deal with herself, a prompt sound of "ding" relieved her.

Jiang Ziwen pointed to the computer and said awkwardly

"That's... The ministry has come to inform... I'll see what's going on first. ”