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V was annoyed that Zhuang Yan didn't even say a word of coaxing, stood up and hung the bag on his shoulder, and hummed with a cold face: "You guys drink, I'm leaving!" When she saw Zhuang Yan handing over the juice, Richelieu didn't even say thank you, nodded and ignored him, which immediately made her jealous.

Richelieu's etiquette was so profound that she was able to train maids for the royal palace, and she was always reserved and calm regardless of the occasion, and she was polite and humble regardless of dignity and humility. Veneto was always impressed by Richelieu's popularity due to her courteous and considerate.

Then he suddenly found that Richelieu did not see Zhuang Yan at all, and did not even say a word of thanks, as if he knew that Zhuang Yan did not mind—and this grandson did not mind—this intimate and natural tacit understanding made Veneto suddenly uncomfortable as if he was holding a cake, and found a fly eating on the cream, and he felt unpleasant that his love had been snatched away.

It is not important for the big-breasted sister to ignore Zhuang Yan; It doesn't matter that Zhuang Yan doesn't mind being ignored. The big-breasted girl ignores him because she knows that Zhuang Yan doesn't mind, which is very important.

You've only been here for a few days in Richelieu, why are you so familiar?

Sister, I haven't gotten acquainted enough to be called casually, and you've ascended to the sky in one step, as if something obvious has been exposed!

Zhuang Yan, the white-eyed wolf, still doesn't admit his mistake! It's not coaxing! I also sat down on the edge of the big-breasted monster's lair! Oh, my God!

You have to give him the color to see.

The above is the complex psychological activity of His Royal Highness Veneto in the midst of lightning.

Richelieu's doubts were finally solved, and after suddenly becoming brighter, he was in a good mood, pressed his legs and squeezed his chest, raised his head and smiled sweetly and coaxed Veneto: "Lord Victoria, communication is the most important." Don't be angry, it's okay not to be frank. ”

Veneto took his coat and looked down, Richelieu's sweet goose egg face was as gentle as water, and her blue eyes were pure and clear, which made people realize why Kashmir sapphire was valuable, because it could remind people of the blue eyes of a beautiful woman; The seductive thin lips and innocent smile made Veneto itch and want to kiss, and it was this uncontrollable vacillation that made Veneto even more annoyed. In the two seconds that Veneto stared down at the silence, Zhuang Yan was afraid that Veneto was brewing a tearing battle, but he never imagined that Veneto's eyes roamed over Richelieu's upturned nose and cruising on the sweet dimples, because the scenery left people, so he didn't realize that time flew by.

Women can perceive intrigue and secrets in their dealings with others. Their instincts can put the special features to shame. Because they have seven exquisite hearts, their minds are like the starry sky, you can see but you can't understand them.

Zhuang Yan saw that VV's face was dazed and relaxed, thinking that Richelieu had persuaded her to lose her anger, and her heart was slack.

Then Master Veneto's gaze fell on Richelieu's collar. Richelieu wore a white turtleneck stretch sweater that was supposed to cover it tightly, but when she straightened her arms and looked up and smiled, the white sweater was caught in the crook of her elbows, making people distracted.

Then a nameless fire rose from Veneto. It was as if she had a disease that made Richelieu angry.

"She knows, she must know, the women who are blessed by papaya know that they are super beautiful if they squeeze it like this, and she is absolutely clear about this unique skill!" VV trembled with anger and gritted his teeth and thought, "She definitely squeezed it for me!" ”

"Then you guys have a good communication, I'm out of the way!" VV let out a soft "phew" and left proudly.

Zhuang Yan vaguely guessed something, pursed his lips and smiled, turned his head to Richelieu and said, "I'm sorry." He hurriedly took out the waiter's tip and pressed it under the plate, stretched out his hand and chased him out of the door.

Richelieu pursed his lips with a straw in his mouth, tilted his head and cheeks to look at the glass, and saw the snorting VV walking by in the hallway with his chest held high. Zhuang Yan caught up and dragged VV's arm all the way, and the two of them disappeared into the corridor by tugging.

The taste of freshly beaten mango was as smooth as mussel meat, and Richelieu slowly sucked the sweetness of this infatuation, quietly alone, licking his lips with his cheeks, thinking about the question of confusion.

Sure enough, I can't get along with Venato-sama.

But she is really helping me, although it is cold, but the focus of the guidance is crucial, and it can be said that she spares no effort.

But I still can't get along. Many people are like this, knowing each other, loving each other and getting along with each other are completely unrelated things, right?

And his girlfriend was angry, why did Zhuang Yan look excited?

Did Mistress Michael choose me because I don't lose my temper for no reason? Speaking of which, I seem to be the most ordinary person. Is it because angels are so picky, so angels like ordinary people?

Possibly.

The straw makes a hollow "purr" sound, and a cup of freshly squeezed mango bottoms out. Richelieu added a note to the plate, picked up his bag, pushed away his chair, and left silently.

In ancient times, humans huddled in caves were too helpless. The cold winds of ice and snow, forest fires, jackals roaming the grasslands, and parasites lurking in their hairs are all eyeing human life. Therefore, despite the lack of capacity, the brain still evolved a ditch to manage "faith", so that humans worship totems, respect witch doctors, and under the primitive authority of tribal worship, let the gathered humans closely unite and sacrifice everything for a nonsensical god.

In the battle against the cruel and powerful natural world, faith is an essential weapon second only to the spear, a rigid need in adversity.

Therefore, there are two gods in the world, one is the gods themselves, and the other is the God that human beings have fantasized about according to their own needs.

Human beings need love, they need to redeem their sins, and they need the illusion of heaven to comfort their bleak lives, just like the old workers who look forward to retirement, and the carefree after the age of 60 is the driving force to support them to work overtime.

Therefore, when believers realized the omnipotence of the Father, they immediately fantasized about the Father's love spreading to all beings.

In fact, why does Heavenly Father love you? For Heavenly Father, human beings are only part of the natural world, and the mission of nature is to reduce all life forms to organic fertilizer. As a result, as long as it is strong enough, human beings will also carry out Mother Nature's will to burn the omniscient and omnipotent Heavenly Father into a natural fertilizer rich in nitrogen, phosphorus and potassium, so that God can start again from the bottom of the food chain.

Human beings and Heavenly Father are in competition.

Far from loving human beings, the Father is at best a communicator, staying at the stage of "conveying information", like a noisy bird repellent at an airport, conveying a message that is so short or even indifferent that it is nothing more than a few words:

"Stay away from me."

Historically, God has been far less talkative than the Bible portrays. The message it conveys is as cold and glamorous as an airport bird repellent, about four words:

"Stay away from snakes."

But everyone's attention is on the beautiful roast goose of heaven and the crusade trial of the heathen. It is as if the reading title on the Chinese scroll, "What is the author's intention in writing this", is dizzily interpreted, and everyone believes what they are willing to believe, abide by what they can abide by, and they are complacent about it.

So, what is the author's intention in writing this?

Does it matter.

Take the Spear of God, for example. They are willing to turn their backs on you, and then use two minutes to annihilate the elite troops you have trained for twenty years, and declare it a divine purification, from the will of the Father.

This begs the question: How much does Heavenly Father hate Navy SEALs?

Does it matter.

God is everywhere because the genuine is not currently available.

Just two minutes later, the Beta team was dead and wounded, and the remaining three Mexican jets were directly disintegrated by the indiscriminate fire that cut through the sky after strafing and destroying one mech, and the remaining two fled in panic. Allen had just killed two mechas, and the unique crisp sound from the sniper rifles of the Gamma team members exposed the sniper positions one after another, and was directly shot through the white wall by countless Vulcan-level machine guns, and the walls and windows collapsed, and they were suddenly emptier than the floor-to-ceiling windows.

There was even a small three-story building where a gamma team sniper was hiding was directly destroyed by a high-explosive bomb, and the third floor was cut into a second floor.

Alan shouted heartbreakingly, "Change the sniper point!" However, there are few echoes in the channel, and there is loneliness that cannot be called.