Richelieu stretched out his hand to rub Zhuang Yan's cheek, and the cold softness dissolved his entanglement: "So you are the first saint to die." The only means to eliminate the weak is that the weak do not endanger themselves, and the strong guard the minepool. This is the ultimate goal of the protection of the weak. Isn't that what your heart desires? ”

Zhuang Yan's mind is like the tomb of Qianlong that was blown open by Sun Dianying, and the earth shook and the mountains shook and exploded the stone gate that had stood for a hundred years, revealing the voice of his heart that had been hidden for a long time. Even he himself didn't understand the heart was explained by outsiders to the point, and suddenly there was the magnificence of the sun piercing the dark clouds, and the ecstasy of seeing the clouds, and at the same time he shouted convincingly: "Yes, there will never be anger again, there will never be any more unmasking, if the opposite of the contradiction is nipped in the bud, just like the black and white of Tai Chi rotate and coexist, there will be no more war."

Richelieu withdrew his hand and said seriously: "You are very conscious. Contradictions can create everything and destroy everything. Tiny tribes will plunder slaves and fight for each other, and the cosmic alliance that rules the stars will be wiped out in colonial wars. When the contradiction is controllable, it is a nuclear power plant, and when the contradiction is out of control, it is an atomic bomb. The campaign to protect the weak but not the strong can control the contradictions in the state of nuclear power plants and prolong the life of civilization. ”

Zhuang Yan has the illusion of a dialogue between patients in a psychiatric hospital.

But he was still so excited that he couldn't hold back: "So Yonghe stopped the war?"

Richelieu nodded lightly: "But before that, you have to fight for it."

Zhuang Yan looked down at the chess game, his thinking was reborn, his vision was refreshed, and he actually understood it at a glance, and said softly: "Then I'll try it." When you're desperate, you shouldn't look ahead. "Move forward," check. ”

Richelieu pursed his lips vigorously and smiled, looked down for a long time before frowning and taking a step, looking at him expectantly: "I like you like this more."

Zhuang Yan's thinking is a lot quicker, and after a little thinking, he starts to play chess, and the white pawn is singing and aggressive, while saying: "Me too, suddenly brightened." Thank you for letting me figure out these things. ”

"You know what, it's all arranged." Richelieu made a move to make up for the defensive gap, "If we don't make a deed, we won't meet." ”

"Whose arrangement?"

"Archangel of Justice, Michael."

"Here you go again."

"You stubborn guy."

"It's only three seconds handsome, don't ruin the glorious image you just established."

"Then it's not me." Richelieu tilted his head to look at him seriously, blinked and said in confusion: "It's just an illusion that is ruined, and there is no point in leaving that kind of thing."

She bowed her head and muttered, "It's good to remember me now."

Zhuang Yan felt his heart fluttering out of his body and became the spirit behind Richelieu. His teeth chattered, he bowed his head and shivered, "I, I remember." I always want to add a sentence "It's strange to talk about it until dawn without seeing a few faces", and I didn't say anything after three or four moves of chess, and the silence was so quiet that time passed unconsciously.

In a trance, Zhuang Yan involuntarily pushed to the bottom of the grid, and then realized that he was only one step away from victory. In a trance, I unconsciously turned defeat into victory.

Richelieu chuckled, and the white pawn pinching the bottom grid tilted his head and asked, "What has it become?"

Zhuang Yan said without thinking: "Queen."

Richelieu put the queen on his behalf, and her blonde hair dangled beside her cheeks: "Believers in ideals, righteous and self-destructive, will be favored as angels who protect the weak." Mr. Zhuang Yan, the grace of miracles awaits you ahead, if you can go to the bottom. ”

After Youyou finished speaking, she tilted her head to look at the stunned Zhuang Yan: "The balance of victory is tilted towards you."

Zhuang Yan suddenly remembered his mood when he opened the door, as if looking at his childhood paintings, he felt childish and funny, and he couldn't wait to hide it in shame and not show it to others. He bit his lip, his mood stirred like a storm crashing on the shore, and finally he looked up and asked, "Lord Richelieu, why did you choose me?" It's nice to know that ideals aren't lonely, and this sudden sense of faith and happiness makes me wonder if it's a dream. ”

"I don't know what fate is going to do. But can tell you some superficial understanding. Richelieu relaxed, pouted in thought, glanced at his fingers playfully twisting his blonde hair, and pulled it straight and loose, "Among the idealists you are more belligerent, among the warriors you insist on justice, among the upright you are the bravest, among the brave you sympathize with the weak, and among these people, you are the only one who can pull the trigger with the muzzle of the gun in one second." Richelieu looked at him aggrievedly, "So I think your murder is also caused by habit, because you are fierce in the first place." ”

Zhuang Yan scratched his head to hide his fluttering joy: "I didn't kill you." He was accustomed to Richelieu's omniscience.

"Yes!" She corrected. In fact, I am lingering. He lowered his head and muttered, "You are always murdering me."

Zhuang Yan really can't remember, and he doesn't know where Richelieu's grievances came from. Because he sat in the well and watched the sky, he didn't know that Richelieu had always been admired, others were eager to pick up flowers and pave the red carpet, the goddess was spoiled, and he hadn't heard a single dirty word, but on the first day he saw him, he was thoughtfully persuaded to hospitalize her, and she had long endured her temper and didn't squeak.

So he said, "If I have offended in the future, tell me." Otherwise I don't know. ”

When the words came out, I chuckled in my heart, thinking about how this kind of words that were destined to be lonely for a lifetime blurted out.

Unexpectedly, Richelieu asked happily: "Don't you think I'm stingy?" Well, don't call me mentally ill. Sick. Here you go again. Excuse. I don't like to hear these words, so don't say them. ”

Zhuang Yan slandered, it turned out that he was angry to correct Michael's name, and he was really sick.

Then he said firmly: "Okay, I won't say anything, bring me a good message to Michael, and by the way, ask him to show up and accept me to apologize in person."

Richelieu raised his index finger: "Mistress Michael only trusts me. You must complete the trial and become the First Saint of the Past to see Michael-sama as He is. ”

Zhuang Yan thought in surprise, heh, the second personality has awakened again, and today I have to pierce you. He asked, "Was Michael dressed when he appeared?"

Richelieu hugged his chest and turned his head, disdainful: "Do you think the Archangel of Justice will have a red fruit body?"

Zhuang Yan chased after him: "What does he look like?"

"She has enviable long black hair, a handsome appearance, a tight robe, and a good figure, which is the source of my motivation to lose weight," Richelieu said.

Zhuang Yan had a headache when he heard the word weight loss, and he hid his face and thought, sister, you are almost enough, and if you lose weight, you will let the wind blow away. Could it be that Michael met you in an air-dried state?

He put aside his distracting thoughts and asked aggressively, "So he's still a sissy?"

Richelieu exclaimed, "Mistress Michael is a woman."

Zhuang Yan chased and slammed down: "How much is the bust?"

“34a。” Richelieu blurted out because that was what she was proud of. She didn't mind that the angel's upper circumference wasn't as big as hers.

Zhuang Yan was dumbfounded, because he remembered that the mysterious woman exposed to outer space described by VV was also with long black hair, flat chest and slender.

He believed in evil. Supernatural information followed. Battle Queen. A space woman who broke through the firewall of the angry phoenix in a second, but perfectly disguised it. Richelieu, who pretends to be a ghost. He felt that in the face of these things, sticking to the old rules was self-defeating. So he really believed.