And he had to get it back. First, Richelieu's faith is a private matter, and Zhuang Yan only buys it when he knows the secret, so the official estimate is that she is only an ordinary Catholic. Second, because of her personal beliefs, she deviated from the official position and became more determined in Zhuang Yan's extreme behavior, so Richelieu took a risk by saying these words, in case the room was eavesdropped, Zhuang Yan did not want to attract criticism for her. Richelieu said something dangerous, and Zhuang Yan felt obligated to protect her. Even if Richelieu was serious and focused, Zhuang Yan disguised the conversation as a sermon. So he compromised and said, "Okay, I believe in you, I'm not going to talk nonsense." May God's love envelop me, and let me pray before I eat and before I go to bed. ”

Richelieu snorted smugly, "That's right." Suddenly reacted, and shouted with joy: "You are unexpectedly! Yes, yes! Rejoicing, he untied the Meereen cross on his left wrist and held it to him with both hands: "I hope my faith is with you." You will live up to my expectations. ”

Zhuang Yan was dumbfounded, resigned, and found that there was no way back, so he had to accept it in shock, and saw that the surface of the cross was round and smooth, which showed that it was a love object that was often touched, and even the mood was heavy in his hand. He was carrying a huge psychological burden, and said sadly: "The Taoist gave me the magic weapon, don't you yourself have no manpower to protect yourself."

Richelieu shook his head solemnly: "You need protection more than I do." I hope it can fulfill my heart's desire, and escort you through your trials and become a saint in your lifetime. ”

Zhuang Yan put "you come again" in his mouth, bit it and didn't say it, thought about it, and changed the topic and asked: "Don't ask what the trial is." Can you tell me what the basic functions of the saints are? ”

Richelieu looked him tenderly in the eyes, raised his index finger, and bewitched him eloquently: "The saints are everywhere, omniscient, immortal, unharmed." The weapons of the three-dimensional universe can never harm the saint, and he has a position above all else to enforce all-pervasive justice. ”

Zhuang Yan secretly thought, damn, mortal weapons can't hurt saints, who believes this kind of plug-in, it's as outrageous as receiving a winning text message! But I'm tempted, can't I bite the hook!

Zhuang Yan said firmly: "Please let me accept the trial." I beg you. ”

Richelieu smiled diligently, bit the corner of his lip and glanced across the chessboard, and playfully instructed: "Please finish the chess game."

Zhuang Yan picked up the reborn queen, and his heart was surging for a while. If his life can really be like a chessboard, and he can reach the pinnacle of power as a brave and humble pawn, then he is willing to try his best. He solemnly played chess, and the god soldier descended from heaven to the general: "check."

Richelieu nodded, raised his right hand and surrendered earnestly: "I lost." I hope you think of me when you are confused, remember not to lose hope, hold on to the cross and fight. Miracles await you. ”

After speaking, she casually brushed the chessboard, pressed the bed to the ground, and when she stood up, her jade legs were weak, she held on to the wall with a "ah" sound, bent down and stroked her knees, and her blonde hair fell straight down, covering her weakness for a moment. Zhuang Yan was so lost that he couldn't see her appearance at the moment.

"Are you alright?" He reached for help.

Richelieu blocked his hand, shook his head and said softly, "It's numb." The soft legs dragged the high-heeled white leather boots against the wall and moved two steps, the warm electricity in the legs was chaotic, and the feet were so soft that they were like Lin Daiyu who couldn't get out of bed, and the weak willow wind made people unable to hold it; When bending over and frowning, two plump peaches hung down in front of the blue and white cavalry shirt, and the slender legs were weakly supported into an X at the knees, Zhuang Yan swept up and down, seeing that she was blushing and her lips trembled, and her tormented and confused expression and hazy and weak gaze were really a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He inexplicably thought, I'm really sorry for my heart rate right now.

Then Zhuang Yan came up with a bad idea: "It's easy to do if your legs are numb, I'll drag you to run for a kilometer, and your legs will be flexible as usual."

Richelieu glanced at him with resentment and ordered, "You won't help me clean up."

Zhuang Yan packed up the chessboard, gave it to her with both hands, and asked, "Then what is the trial of becoming a saint?" I thought to myself that if you brag about it, I won't trust you anymore.

Richelieu paused for a moment, frowned, picked up his saber, took the chessboard, and said, "The trial is to do the job at hand and not forget the original intention."

"Huh?" Zhuang Yan felt that it was very unacceptable for him to conclude with chicken soup for the soul. He thinks it's fooling.

Richelieu nodded firmly, and turned his head away in a dashing manner: "You heard it right, let's work hard to research weapons, Zidian Technology is named after the sword, which means that flying flowers and twisted leaves can kill." When you find the most powerful and destructive ultimate weapon that can blast humanity to all the scum in a flash of lightning, it will be the beginning of the great harmony of the world. She turned her head, and her blonde hair flew like a skirt in a circle, noble and free.

"You !!" Zhuang Yan felt that he was being toyed with by this woman. He keeps saying that he wants to protect the weak and eliminate war, arousing people's fire, and irresponsibly supporting him to develop weapons of pure destruction? Is this particularly linked, isn't this more contrary than paying pension insurance to provide for the elderly!!

Richelieu didn't notice Zhuang Yan's annoyance at all, she unscrewed the door and waved her hand to say goodbye seriously: "Thank you for accompanying me to relieve my boredom." Then goodbye Mr. Zhuang Yan, work hard. He slammed the door shut.

A book flew on the door, smashed a branch and leaves, and fell to the ground with a snap, Zhuang Yan roared angrily and angrily: "Bastard, I believe in your evil!!"

No matter how serious and polite Richelieu was, he couldn't erase Zhuang Yan's righteous indignation, and he discussed ideals and life from the bottom of his heart, and when he was entering the play, he actually ended with a brain teaser, and he never wanted to forgive Richelieu anymore.

"After all, it's just a grandiose excuse to entertain people!" He muttered curses in the room, smashed the stool and kicked the table to tidy up the room, and dressed himself, and when his anger was high, his eyes fell on the Meereen cross in his hand.

The metal chain is exquisitely made, and even the cross with the chain is stacked in the palm of the hand, which is very heavy. He couldn't help but look down and sniff, but he didn't smell the body fragrance, but there was a metallic smell of blood. Stretched out his fingers and scraped it, it was cold and slippery, and it swayed with golden light when he picked it up. Zhuang Yan looked at this exquisite necklace, and couldn't help but feel that this thing should not be mass-produced, and the one in Richelieu's hand should be unparalleled in the world, so she couldn't put it down. It is impossible for her to take out the cherished love that she never leaves for the amusement of others.

No matter how outrageous she said, she herself may have always believed in it. Otherwise she wouldn't have given me something important.

Since it's something that others cherish, I should love it.

Zhuang Yanbing was relieved, silently put the cross around his neck, buried it under the collar, and remembered Richelieu's words: "Hold on to hope and fight, miracles are waiting for you ahead."

"Aside from anything else, this sentence is really a deed." He looked down and thought of Wei Xu, "I don't know why Richelieu is so sure that he will harm VV." ”

He went out in his clothes and went to the meeting.

The second time he appeared in the dark center of the virtual universe, Zhuang Yan began to use his precious five minutes, the five minutes specially set aside for him by the group of nine. The conversation is as follows:

"You have abused your authority to forcibly violate the Regulations on the Assessment of the Wartime Deficit, please explain your violation."

"Rules explain the truth of the present, so we have to follow the rules. This deficit apportionment order violates the truth, not even the rules, so I didn't violate the rules. ”

"You have a minute to prove your case."

"Under ordinary conditions, the cycle from scientific and technological research and development to application is long. In the Qifeng base, the speed of research and development to application is faster than the launch of new shampoos on the market. Therefore, inertial thinking is not applicable in the Qifeng base, the R&D department is running at full speed, the base is like a molting snake, there is always a chance to be reborn, and every new technology is a new reversal. This is the meaning of the existence of the Al Qaeda armed forces. The more urgent the wartime, the more we must race against time to bring up new technologies. If Germany had made a nuclear bomb half a year earlier in World War II, the history books would have changed. But our current situation is that the idle maintenance team can suppress the funding of the R&D team. Vigilance is a myriad of small inversions of the cart before the horse, subverting the outcome of the war. ”

Zhuang Yan's last sentence is eager to be criticized by name: "But those who forget their duties because of selfishness often don't realize this." Proof is complete. ”

Song Xian, who was questioning, was silent for a moment. He was the first to say Zhuang Yan, but these words made him shut up and think.