Lichuan soon turned into a devout believer and came to Notre Dame.

This Gothic religious building on the Île de la Cité shimmers with the wisdom of the French people, and despite being there many times, it still feels solemn.

Through the colorful glass, Lichuan's face is refracted with colorful light and shadow.

To the soft music of the organ, the thousand-year-old mass is still taking place.

In the main hall, which can accommodate 9,000 people, there are still some vacant seats, and Lichuan also sat down, not closing his eyes or staring at the altar in front of him, but just sat quietly, letting the sonorous voice of the priest in the white robe echo in his ears.

Sitting quietly for a while, it seems that her soul has been purified, and Lichuan thinks that no matter how many bugs she will encounter in this life, she is fearless.

Isn't it just a Chao Xi, nothing happened in the previous life, and it can't be much better in this life.

I got up and went to the third floor, which is the topmost floor.

In the bell tower on the top floor, Lichuan touched the 13-ton bell like a child.

It is said that the gold and silver added to the materials used to cast this bell came from the devout devotees of the women of Paris.

Lichuan smiled, overlooking the picturesque scenery on the Seine, enjoying a moment of tranquility.

At this moment, Lichuan smelled a strange smell.

She shrugged her little nose, what does it smell? It's like something is burned.

Just as she was trying to find out where the smell came from, a hot breath came to her face.

There was a sparkling light at the stairs, and a bad premonition suddenly appeared in Lichuan's heart.

The bell tower is on fire!

Before she could run outside, the fire at the staircase quickly spread throughout the bell tower.

Lichuan looked out the window, this is the third floor, and it is not the ordinary third floor, if you jump down, you will be crippled, and you will die at worst.

Just as she was thinking about how to escape, the flames began to rush towards her.

The fire quickly engulfed the spire of the tower, and soon the spire fell as if it had been broken by the waist.

With a "boom" sound, the whole church was filled with screams and billowing smoke.

The fire lasted for more than a dozen hours before it was extinguished.

Lichuan's life and death are uncertain.

.....

At home, after Jun Moshen sent him away from Sichuan, he threw himself into a tense meeting.

Recently, Chao Xi has been like crazy, using the entire M.E to oppose him, and Junsheng Group has fallen into an unprecedented crisis.

That night, Jun Moshen received a call from Chao Xi and asked him to meet in the Western Capital.

Chao Xi made a condition, as long as he was willing to give up leaving Sichuan, he could let go of Junsheng Group.

Jun Moshen naturally will not agree, whether it is for Lichuan or for Junsheng Group, Jun Moshen will not bow to Chao Xi.

It's just an M.E, and it's not that he can't deal with it.

Chao Xi and Jun Moshen sat opposite each other, their eyes were full of turbulent waves.

There were two glasses of red wine on the table, Chao Xi raised his hand to pick up a glass, and smiled obliquely, "Since Jun Shao doesn't agree, then we have nothing to talk about, I hope you won't regret the decision you made today." ”

Jun Moshen raised his eyebrows slightly, and said coldly, "In my Jun Moshen's dictionary, I have never regretted the two words. ”

"Okay, then we'll see." After speaking, Chao Xi raised his wine glass to Jun Moshen, raised his head and drank the red wine in the cup.

Jun Moshen did not hesitate, and made the same action as him, indicating that he did not take him in his eyes.

Chao Xi snorted coldly, said "farewell", and then got up and left the box with Wei Xuan.

Jun Moshen squinted at Chao Xi's departing back, revealing an imperceptible smile.