Sitting on the stone seat, Khrista only felt a little cold in her ass and back, and the darkness everywhere made her feel even colder.

She looked up slightly, and saw Daniel kneeling on the floor and being whipped by thunder, but no matter how painful it was, he wouldn't scream.

Why?

The corners of Hrista's mouth were slightly hooked, and her expression was full of pride.

Because if he called it out, it would be blasphemy, and at that time, he would have to die.

I'm sure Daniel himself knows this very well.

In the darkness, the blue thunder curled up was exceptionally bright.

Thunder Whip – As the name suggests, a whip cast from thunder.

Swing it down, and it also has the effect of lightning strike.

Herestar looked at Daniel with some pity.

Fifteen hundred strokes, I don't know if he can hold it.

Anyway, if he dies, it's a big deal to set up another archangel referee.

Daniel's torture was unusually long, and not only Hrysta and the Seven Divine Envoys felt the same, but Daniel himself.

Now there are more than a hundred, Daniel's sweat is flowing like a waterfall, his back is also full of scars, his face is pale, and he gritted his teeth to endure it.

After a little more time, the Seven Divine Envoys could smell some burnt meat.

Khrista snorted lightly, covered his nose, his face was full of disgust, and stood up: "Forget it, that's it...... How many times? “

"Just a thousand." The priest of the whip bent down and replied respectfully.

Then Daniel's pale and feeble voice sounded: "Sense...... Thank God for your forgiveness. ”

His head was on the ground, and his body was a little shaky.

If Daniel continues to endure 500 hits, he will probably really die.

Khrysta's face was calm, and the Seven couldn't figure out what she was thinking.

It was and still is.

The pair of different pupils swept over the six divine envoys under the seat, and they all lowered their heads and did not speak.

I thought these guys were going to say something to persuade her to go back, but I didn't expect-

What the hell are they up to?

Anyway, they can't leave this place, and Daniel has to do everything.

Christa's smile was a little sarcastic, and he turned and disappeared into the darkness.

She went back to the room that the Bump Contest had prepared for her, and looked at the bright white light bulbs.

That place is also a piece of white light.

Lying on the bed, Khrista felt the bed tilt to the right.

A beautiful woman with long black hair and purple eyes looked down at Khrista with a gentle expression: "Good evening, my god." ”

Christa's eyes moved to her direction, and then she looked at the ceiling again, not responding to the beautiful woman.

The beautiful woman straddled Hrysta's body and pulled up Hrysta's black tie, as if to force Hrysta to meet her eyes.

Long black hair fell on Hrista's face, and his purple eyes were full of charm: "Since you came out, you have been very indifferent to us 72 guardians...... Is it because you took two teammates? ”

Khrista remained silent.

The beautiful woman was not discouraged: "If you want, we 72 guardians, you can pick a few at will, and they are ten thousand times stronger than the two weak chickens you collected-"

At this time, Hrista's indifferent gaze fell on the beautiful woman.

The indifference of the different pupils makes the beautiful woman excited.

Forsake them, dear God......

She kept saying this in her heart.

If she had a tail, she would have waged it desperately.

But the truth is not as rosy as she imagined-

"Sidi, are you in the wrong head?"

One sentence made the beautiful woman named Sidi feel like cold water had been poured on her.

Sidi let go of her black tie with a look of loss.

The existence of the 72 Guardians is unknown to even the Seven Divine Envoys......

There is such a thing as hole cards, and Christa will not release them easily.

"Hug ...... I'm sorry. Sidi lowered her head and looked aggrieved.

That's when she realized she had said something she shouldn't have said.

"Get off me." The language is cold, as if it were a cold wind in winter.

Sidi heard this, like a frightened white rabbit, and immediately left Herlista.

"I'm really getting more and more ignorant of the rules." Hrista propped herself up and looked at Sidi with a blank look.

Sidi peeked at her, met her gaze, and fell out of bed in fright, shivering.

It was the second time she'd seen Khrista like this—

Christa got up, landed barefoot, stood up, grabbed Sidi by the neck, and pressed against the wall.

"Did you say I was going to kill you? Then let the Seven Gods make the filling position...... Well, that's just right, otherwise I don't even know what to do with that extra god. Hrista smiled cruelly and looked embarrassed, "I almost forgot that you were the one who died once." ”

Yes, if there were no God, I would not be qualified to exist in the world as I am now.

They never understood what God was thinking, and even Sidi, who had been with God for many years, didn't know what God was thinking.

Although God always said "I'm playing" in his mouth and actions when he came out, Sidi had many years of experience in serving God...... Her instincts told her that God's purpose was not this—

Sidi didn't dare to struggle, she saw her frightened face in those different eyes, and said with difficulty, "Please...... Please be ...... Forgiveness, later...... I can't ...... anymore Won't make ......"

The air was silent for a moment, quiet except for Sidi's faint gasps.

"Sure enough, he was an oracle...... Will it all disgust me? Christa muttered to herself, slowly letting go of the hand that was holding Sidi's neck, her face full of disgust, and she pulled a clean white handkerchief from her skirt pocket and wiped the hand she had just pinched Sidi.

Sidi coughed, breathing greedily into the air, and when he recovered, his voice trembled slightly: "Thank God for your forgiveness." ”

"Speaking of which, the oracles are almost always clever guys." Sarcastically, "Well, too, after all, it was a human before-"

Sidi's face was even more ugly than before, and he looked up at the cold face of Khrista.

Sidi was in place, not daring to move, for fear that if he moved, moving a centimeter would make Khrista unhappy.

Little by little, time passed.

Christa took the towel into the bathroom, and when she came out again, wiping her long wet hair, she sat down in a chair and flipped through her book.

Sidi was about to cry, and she kept maintaining a position that made her feel a little paralyzed.

Seeing that it was almost time, Hrista stood up from her chair and looked at Sidi with a softened expression.

"You don't want to come out without my permission."

Sidi bowed his head respectfully as if he had received amnesty, and his body gradually faded into a golden light: "Obey your orders." ”