[[[CP|W:564|H:393|A:L|U:http://file1./chapters/201012/29/46749634292139461895607160987.jpg]]] Sasha had a slight headache, and it was the first time she had been exposed to intense, sweet, pure feelings like Catherine's, and she had taken in a bit of overdose, to be exact, she was in a state similar to drunkenness.

Her love for Sasha feels very similar to Baileys – fresh Irish cream, pure Irish whiskey, a variety of natural flavours, chocolate, through a unique brewing process that not only maintains the natural freshness and silky smoothness of the cream, but also achieves a perfect blend with chocolate and alcohol – so sweet and delicious that it's easy to forget about its 17% alcohol content.

Anthony. Hopkins gave the sand absinthe.

This wine is very strong and unpalatable before being diluted. In addition to its high alcohol content (traditionally higher than 68%), it is also because its main ingredient is the wormwood herb (Artemisiaabsinthium). This bitter herb contains a chemical called absinthe brain (thujone), which is very similar to the potent chemical ingredient THC (tetrahydrocannabinol) found in marijuana. The analysis of the research of scientists in the sixties and seventies of the twentieth century shows that this similarity is not accidental. Both of these chemicals are terpenoids. This means that "both absinthe brain and THC produce psychomimetic effects by interacting with common receptors in the central nervous system," says scientist JdelCastillo in an article on the similarity of the psychological effects of absinthe and marijuana (Nature Journal, January 31, 1975).

Alcohol and absinthe are both anesthetics, which have strong medicinal powers and can seriously affect the nervous system. But at the end of the 19th century, it brought a storm of "green muses" in the French literary and artistic circles, and Wilde, Van Gogh, Manet, and Muse all fell under its dark green or turquoise skirts.

Sasha likes Baileys with ice cream, or vermouth with sugar cubes, they make her dizzy, dizzy, her heart beats faster, her body is light, and she can be like a demon, in the form of wind or mist, freely moving through the air, and falling anywhere, in a dream, or even a wisp of thought.

The sensation made her lazy and limp, even as Catherine, who had been inadvertently awakened by the shouts of the people, was staggering around with her in her arms...... She giggled silly like a real little girl, as if it were just a new game of the adults playing with her.

Anyway, her father was nearby, she thought unhurriedly, and Merry was not far away.

***

Catherine was in a trance.

She didn't understand why she was still in Ariau, and before she shook off Jack's hand, she thought about taking advantage of the chaos and leaving her sister's children far away from them, whether hunters or prey. But now, she looked around in confusion, where was she? Except for the small round shack behind it and the Amazon River, everything is foggy and hot.

A gust of hot wind passed in front of Catherine, and the fog dispersed, and with the hot air, the golden-red tongues of fire swooped down like a living beast with greed and madness.

Catherine let out a scream, and she clung to Sasha and fell backwards, the flames touching her long fluffy blonde hair, and the colors that were brighter than before jumped and spread over the young woman's body, and she instinctively rolled on the ground until she was stopped viciously by a rope or club, and the force of the impact caused her body to snap in half—"Oh my God," she groaned, the pain made Catherine's mind clearer a little, and she found herself hanging from a railing of the trestle, her whole upper body hanging beyond the deck, The child in her arms had almost completely slipped out of her arm due to the accidental impact, but fortunately, her hands were still tightly gripping the child's coat.

Sasha closed her eyes, unable to tell if she was unconscious or asleep, and Catherine sincerely hoped it was the former. The current situation does not allow children to be spoiled or even struggled.

Now Catherine needs to get back to the trestle, but it won't be easy. The head-down position made her dizzy, and she couldn't make sure what was going on: was there anything she could do to help other than that damn pole, for example?

She tentatively moved her feet, hoping to find a place to hook up, but all the tips touched were air, and if she moved, her whole body would slowly fall - most of her body, and the sand was in the air between the jetty and the surface of the Amazon River, where there was not a single spider silk. She didn't even dare to shout loudly, for fear that the shock would make her and Sasha fall and feed the crocodile directly.

Hi and good evening.

Sasha poked her head out of Catherine's shoulder and greeted the little albino crocodile perched on the tip of the big black crocodile's nose, and if she could, she hoped that Merry would catch her, and the Mori Python was so good at using its muscles that it could easily strangle an adult caiman with thick skin, or roll up a fresh raw egg and smash it around the frying pan to make a beautiful "sun egg" instead of making a slimy mess, and the crocodile ...... I can only hope that the distance of 8 meters will not prevent the rough leather armor from leaving an indelible mark on her skin.

Anthony. Hopkins likes to bathe her in the garden in a copper basin, the bath water is warm in the sun, very comfortable, and scented with light.

…… My father was very soft and warm at that time.

***

"GOD," CATHERINE FOUND HERSELF UNABLE TO CONTROL THE DOWNWARD SPIRAL, SHE WAS REMORSEFUL AND CHAGRINED, SHE KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN, SHE SHOULD NOT HAVE BEEN SO ANXIOUS TO TAKE SASH, IF THE MAN WAS REALLY "GHOUL", SA SAND MIGHT BE SAFER BY HIS SIDE, ANYWAY, THE BAD MAN LIVES FOR A THOUSAND YEARS: "GOD," SHE MURMURED, "EVEN IF SHE SAVES THIS CHILD, SHE HAS NOT COMMITTED ANY SIN!" ”

"God is merciful."

A voice interjected, and Catherine felt a strong force from her waist, and she was lifted up, with a sand in her arm.

"He is always willing to save those who are willing to be rescued."

Catherine barely stood still, and was surprised to find that the savior was the priest she had pointed out to Jack.

He still wore that wide-brimmed hat, his black-gray hair curled in the scorching air, and his light-colored eyes reflected the fire, as if there were precious stones or gold hidden inside, "Come with me." He commanded simply. His voice is deep and deep, sounding like some kind of pre-loved instrument, with a quirky charm that makes people unconsciously fall in love with its owner.

Catherine watched as he turned and plunged back into the smoke, which he pushed away and gathered at his feet, and she gasped and followed.

The smoke was heavy, but not so choking, but Catherine ripped off her silk petticoat and put it over Sasha's face.

Sasha violently pushed the piece of silk away.

Catherine shuddered involuntarily, she had never seen so much anxiety, anger and contempt in a person's eyes, not to mention that she was still a child.

Sasha reached out and grabbed Catherine's charred hair, trying to pull her face down.

She's got a lot of strength. Catherine thought, looking down at the child's meaning.

There was nothing under her feet.

She screamed, and the priest turned and waved the Bible in his hand, and the hardcover book with copper horns struck her arm, and she felt numb, then in sharp pain, and Sasha fell out of her hand, and the male arm with the black sleeve tube caught the child accurately.

Catherine fell down, and in a second or two she saw that there was also nothing at the priest's feet.

He was actually floating in the air.

"As long as you have faith in the Lord, then you can walk on the water or on the air." The priest said, standing calmly about three feet above the water, watching the crocodile quickly approach Catherine, who was desperately swimming towards him.

Suddenly thrown away and caught by the sudden seizure, Sasha wanted to vomit, she had to take a deep breath and then scream as much as she could.

***

In this century, almost every child is told by their parents and teachers to scream loudly if a stranger touches or catches them, so that the police or other adults who are willing to lend a helping hand.

Sasha's screams have the same effect. It's just that she's not calling humans.

Leaping out of the water and pounced on the priest was a giant python no less than Merry.

The priest took a step back, "I love you, O Lord my strength! He whispered, then calmly kicked forward and hit the jaw of the mandarin.

The cold-blooded reptile fell into the water faster than it came, and the splash formed a narrow mountain.

But it was enough time for Catherine to climb onto the crocodile's back, and she spotted the black hem floating in the air, and pounced on the captor like a leopard who had lost her cub.

She was unarmed, but the priest did not doubt that the woman would tear him apart with her bare hands.

But only if she can touch herself.

The priest smiled softly, and he took a step back again, and Catherine struggled to stretch her arms in the air, her fingers touching the legs of his trousers—and so good, she grabbed his ankles so hard.

Unfortunately, the priest is not Achilles, his ankle is not his point, he can kick Catherine away at any time, and according to the speed and strength of his kick away from the forest dragon, Catherine probably will not be able to resurface.

Sasha took a deep breath, she bowed her head in the priest's arms, her purple eyes fixed on Catherine.

"Catherine," she asked softly and clearly, "do you remember the time when you hurt the most?" ”

Note: "As long as you have faith in the Lord, then you can walk on the water or on the air." —A miracle that happened when Jesus and his disciples crossed the Sea of Galilee, where he walked on water and gave the believers the same power.

(To be continued)