This is the fourth more, the dragon continues to be the fifth more, thank you for your support, we burst it again, but the author of the book also broke out, it is estimated that the dragon is about to be exploded again, everyone continues to work harder, there are less than 24 hours left This month is over, and the winner is about to be decided!

In the temple of Athena, there is only one dove left, but the dove does not have the excitement of the oath, but looks a little lonely and decadent, which complements this dilapidated temple to the point of only ruins;

At this time, beside the pigeon, there appeared an old man holding an ancient book in his hand, the old man's eyes were blazing, still turning the pages, with a touch of reluctance in his eyes, the old man appeared very abruptly and naturally, as if he wanted to come, he came, how far away was never a problem for him, the only problem was only willingness and unwillingness.

"Why are you here, they have already gone." There was a kind of weariness in the pigeon's words.

St. Xi'an looked at him, and then moved his gaze back to his own books, as if he felt that he was about to leave, and it was good to take a few more glances at his collection, it was not that he could not bring these books into the door, but he couldn't say what was going on behind the door, so he decided to leave the books here, stay, and there should be people who know how to cherish books in the future to cherish these books.

It can even be said that the Western system was established because of St. Cissian's attitude towards books, and it has gradually blossomed and borne fruit in recent years.

"I'm not here to see them, I'm here to see you."

The pigeon flapped its wings, and the tone of its voice was raised, with a touch of doubt and dissatisfaction:

"Look at me? What do I need you to see. ”

There are a number of top existences in the West, and above these top existences, there are two most terrifying existences, one is St. Xi'an, which can be added with the word "saint" in front of the name, which is enough to show that Xi'an's power and prestige in the entire Western circle have reached a top.

And another. It's this pigeon.

"I understand you." St. Sien said this sentence without being salty, and then continued to read.

"Thank you." The pigeon took a few steps on the stone and continued: "Thank you very much. ”

The first thank you from the pigeon was because St. Ann came to comfort him and accompany him, and the second thanks was because St. Ann agreed to the plan.

In fact, from the perspective of actual interests, trampling on the rules of the group owner and slapping the group leader in the face before entering the door can enhance the confidence of all people in the Western circle, and make the entire Western circle further understand the group owner and the rules.

The West has a system of inheritance. These experiences and theories will continue to be passed on, and will not be broken because of the departure of this group of top existences, which is completely different from the Eastern Circle.

Except that Beiyue once plausibly punched Zhao Zhu into the moon ring twice, this is actually not really a inheritance, and Wang Jing and Ziyue didn't leave anything inherited at all, so they left like this. didn't bother to leave anything, walked freely and freely, leaving behind an oriental circle without their protection.

However, this operation in Western circles. This may lead to some greater disasters, the group leader may be because of their group of top Western beings to enter the door, and no matter what punishment they have, it will be beyond the whip, but the group leader can transfer the punishment to the entire Western circle;

Like what. Raise the overall task difficulty of Western circles by one level, and so on.

And, God knows where the door is, will the group owner be able to influence it? That unknown variables and implications. It's so much bigger than the benefits it can bring.

"It's going to be behind the door, it's been five years, it's our turn, and the knots in your heart must be untied." Santsien continued.

"I can't forget that. Even if he had walked through that door five years ago. There was a hint of melancholy in the pigeon's words, which was a tacit acquiescence to Saint's words.

"Don't forget." Saint Sien turned a page of the book, "I thought that incident would become a factor hindering your progress, and it would become your inner demon, but I didn't expect that it seemed that there was nothing to do, and it was very powerful that you could still get to this point." ”

The pigeon seems to roll its eyes, and a pigeon rolls its eyes, and the sense of disobedience in this picture is a bit strong.

"Are you comforting me, or are you praising yourself around the corner?"

"Huh." Saint Sien smiled and continued to look at the book, but at the same time said: "That incident, in fact, I have not been very clear, but I know that you were humiliated by that person once, and then turned into a pigeon by that person.

Of course, when you enter the next mission world, the group leader has already turned you back, and the power of that person in you has also been eliminated by the group leader, but now it seems that you still like to become a pigeon on weekdays. ”

"You're not here to comfort me, but to hear my story?"

Saint-Sien stopped turning the page, but sat down on the stone beside the pigeon, closed it, seemed to hesitate, and then nodded.

"Telling the sad things and recalling them is tantamount to digging up the scabbed wound again."

Saint-Sien continued to nod.

"Okay, I'll tell you." The pigeon shook its pure white head and sat down beside St. Sian.

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Paris is the fashion capital, where there are the latest trends in the world's fashion trends, and of course, there are also celebrities and beauties from all over the world.

The Champ de Mars in Paris, France, on the banks of the Seine, is a beautiful place with many tourists, and a young man with blonde hair and pale blue eyes is taking pictures here with a camera.

The man's name is Morata, he is an authentic descendant of a nobleman, and he is not a down-and-out nobleman, and his family still has a large industry, so he has the aura of a true nobility, not that kind of sourness.

Of course, later, Morata had another name, pigeon, but at this time he was still a newcomer with only 2 mission completions, but he had a good mentality and came back alive when he entered the mission world twice.

After entering the mission world and coming back, some people will become extreme and hysterical, some people will become manic and ruthless, in short, people's negative emotions will be amplified.

However, Morata has become more and more passionate about life.

He likes photography, he likes to keep beautiful and precious moments, at this time he does not know that he can go to the highest position in the Western circle, he only knows that he may not be able to come out alive in the next mission world, the future ...... No, there is no future at all, and every minute of living now is the most precious gift God has given to oneself.

However, this did not stop him from continuing to love his life.

He loves Paris and everything about it, including the beauties of it.

In the shot, a beautiful oriental woman appeared:

There are many beauties in the world, fat rings and thin, no one has her unique temperament: arrogant, fearless, confident, with an uninhibited wildness, she is the most brilliant crystallization of brilliance, like a fire, burning fiercely and insolently, she makes beauty no longer just on the face, but from the heart really emanated, she grasps the eyes of everyone, without deliberately, but directly becomes the center of a region.

At this moment, Morata's heart suddenly stopped for half a beat, and he felt a parchment in his mouth.

This woman is so beautiful;

Morata felt that he was moved, as a gentleman, as a nobleman, since he met a girl who could make his heart, he should take the initiative to pursue and express his admiration.

Even if they don't know each other, even if they don't know each other;

But Morata has this self-confidence, and believes that he has the ability to win the heart of this oriental beauty, whether it is money or status, he feels that he is impeccable, and even has some ...... Special abilities.

The beauty sat on the bench, pouting slightly, as if she was dissatisfied with something, but this little angry gesture was more likely to pinch the man's heart, Morata felt that he couldn't stand it anymore, he really hoped to be able to hold this beauty into his arms, she belonged to him, definitely!

"Beautiful young lady, can I take a picture of you, I think you sit here and make the Eiffel Tower behind you inferior." Morata pleaded with a charming smile.

However, in the next moment, Morata's expression froze, because he expected the other party's various reactions, but he didn't expect that the other party would be so direct and sharp.

"Hey, are you trying to soak me?"

The way this beautiful oriental woman got straight to the point made Morata's breath stagnate.

Although he was a little surprised, Morata felt that this woman was very characterful, and he liked it even more, so without too much hesitation, he nodded and said:

"Your beauty, I am intoxicated, yes, I am here to express my admiration, please forgive me for my presumptuousness and abruptness, I am ......"

However, before Morata's lyrical confession could be finished, he was interrupted by the voice beside him, a man's rough voice.

"Straight lady thief, these French people are really not a thing, how can they have a urine sex with the domestic scenic spots, the drinks in them are sold so expensive, and I see that I am a foreigner, but I didn't even fill my cones at the beginning, so I theorized there for a long time before I was full.

Hey, daughter-in-law, let's go out to play this time and overspend, in the future, we want to travel out of the back mountain to have a picnic, run here to travel so expensive, not to mention that I am not used to eating and not accustomed to living, just this broken tower, what is there to see? ”

Morata's face twitched a few times, and he saw a fat Oriental man with two bottles of Coca-Cola in his armpits, holding a ridiculously tall cone in his hand, sitting next to the Oriental beauty, and the fat ass was directly on the beauty's thighs. (To be continued......)