If you retreat, you will only be pushed to the end of the road by the general step by step. At least on the chessboard, Zhuang Yan saw this clearly. He hadn't played chess for a long time. The situation had not allowed him to make mistakes, and he was contemplating what Richelieu would do after the move.

Seeing that Zhuang Yan was in a puzzle, Richelieu was not surprised or proud, but looked at him fanning the flames: "You actually believe that if I don't offend people, people won't offend me, and your knowledge is suddenly mediocre enough to write editorials." I thought you would be able to see the truth after suffering so many crimes, but I didn't expect you to have a long memory. ”

As if pierced by a sword, Zhuang Yan finally determined that Richelieu's position was problematic. This subtle position can only be detected by Zhuang Yan, because when he was vacillating, he was being broken by Richelieu's words, as if he just shook the famous Sun Shan sign when he was seeking Buddha before the exam, and he tacitly knew that he couldn't help but believe it.

Zhuang Yan retorted with a pale face: "Why are you so clear about my affairs?"

Richelieu is categorical: "Nothing can hide from the eyes of the angels, for God is always with you."

"Please don't play dumb riddles with me at this time."

"But it's true."

"What facts?"

"Poland was occupied by the Germans before realizing its stupidity. If you stop there, you'll regret it even more than that country. Richelieu stared into Zhuang Yan's eyes and quoted a sentence seriously: "Because the weak have no reason to speak, and the weak in history play the role of victim and food." Today you are content to be weak, you surprise me. ”

Zhuang Yan suddenly heard what he had said, and when he was familiar with it, his heart suddenly beat like a wave, and he asked in a lost voice: "You weren't there when I said this to Zhang Yue, how did you hear my words?"

"It can be seen that it is not your intention to retreat to weakness, you are just bound by the illusion of happiness."

"The section chief is already a high-level treatment."

"Still weak. It's just that the taste is excellent when cooking. What others taste like beef, you taste Kobe beef. Aren't you proud? ”

Zhuang Yan was simply messy, and was complained about by Richelieu, Zhuang Yan seemed to be swept away, and he couldn't refute it, and blurted out: "How can this be an illusion of happiness?" VV and I are so good! ”

This unexpectedly worked, and it actually interrupted the other party's strong argument, making Richelieu stunned for a moment, and finally stopped being aggressive, and opened his eyes and muttered: "I know, if you don't show it, you will die." After speaking, his mouth was pursed, his thin eyebrows were twisted slightly, and he couldn't help but play with the cross on the bracelet: "The illusion I said means something else." If Veneto dies, you will feel that happiness will burst like a soap bubble, more false than a dream. ”

Zhuang Yan's heart beat like a drum, and he shouted: "How could VV die? I'm not going to get into trouble, so I'm ......."

Richelieu solemnly raised his right hand and interrupted Zhuang Yan's words in a rare way: "If you retreat bravely from the rapids, you will definitely not be able to protect Veneto." I'm not going to bet you because I don't want to say things like 'I told you a long time ago' when you heartbroken close the lid of Veneto's coffin. ”

These words are like thunder on the plains, and they are deafening. Zhuang Yan's outlook on life was shattered and reshaped by Richelieu, more like a beast in his heart awakened by a wild call. He suddenly felt that Richelieu, who was frowning and whispering in front of him, spread out the wings of an angel, noble and mysterious, with unattainable strength and bewildering wisdom.

Yes, I thought that concession could be exchanged for peace, and I thought it was a glorious concession, a great sacrifice. But the glory of the loser is not worth a penny. The sacrifice of the weak is also a matter of course. Did my brain get a convulsion, and the idea of backing down?

Zhuang Yan's mind was swirling, experiencing the struggle to get rid of the cocoon and turn into a butterfly, and when this thought was flooding, Richelieu added faintly: "Veneto has already died once at his hands, if who can you protect by giving in, then why can't you protect Veneto?"

Zhuang Yan's expression was as evil as if he was evil, his fingers trembled, his eyes widened and he lowered his head and muttered: "Yes, I even thought that peaceful compromise could protect her." I'm such a white-eyed wolf who heals his scars and forgets the pain. She had died once at his hands, and it was a miracle that she could come back. ”

Richelieu gently corrected: "It's a miracle."

Zhuang Yan had been shocked by Richelieu to death, looking at her in disbelief, her eyes were full of doubt and awe, as if the girl who was seeing a doctor heard the doctor open his mouth to ask if she had a boyfriend, and like a fortune teller's family member who was rejected by her husband without squeaking to "prepare for the future", there was a kind of shock of seeing half a fairy.

"You...... How do you know ......" Zhuang Yan wanted to ask Richelieu why he knew about the mysterious woman saving VV, but he opened his mouth and wanted to say goodbye, because he and VV were tight-lipped about this matter, and he was afraid of opening his mouth to leak the secret. So I was tortured by the unspeakable itch and couldn't die.

"If you slander me, you won't spare you." Richelieu said softly, "You believe me now, don't you?" ”

Zhuang Yan saw that she had a cunning pride, as if she saw the naughtiness of the girl on the solemn angel's face, rippling with the brilliance of human nature, and even God was inexplicably kind. The deeper he sank into the mud, the more unwilling he was to surrender his faith like this, and he had to break the casserole to ask for understanding, and his body was so excited that he shivered: "What do you mean by miracles?"

Richelieu tilted her head and bit her lip, her red lips and teeth made her hesitation so beautiful. She made up her mind, bowed her head and whispered, "Miracles are accidental, miracles are inevitable." You also know that Veneto returned to earth because of the love of the Father. Because it is inevitable, it is a miracle. She raised her head and said faintly: "Asking knowingly again is bullying."

After Zhuang Yan asked, he completely fell, and a heavenly father who was omnipotent and upheld justice bloomed in his heart. He subtly felt that the apocryphal god also had the purity and integrity of Richelieu, so it was easier to accept. Plus he's a skeptic by nature, and as long as the evidence is sufficient, he can absorb new concepts like a sponge.

So he pursed his lips and nodded, like a woodpecker who has only committed a workaholic, pecked his chin and said softly, "I won't slander you anymore, I won't slander you again." He muttered to himself, an unprecedented curiosity and fanaticism that dominated his body, as if he had drunk too much, as if there was an opening of his mouth leaving his body to speak: "Can you tell me the reason for the miracle to favor VV?"

Because there is monitoring everywhere in the base, Zhuang Yan has developed the habit of restraint, and he always leaves half a point for speaking. Richelieu knew very well, so he pursed his lips and shook his head, reminding him instead: "It's your turn." This move determines survival or destruction. ”

Zhuang Yan's trembling fingers hung over the king, his thick eyebrows tightened, and he continued to think of it just now. This chess is like a math problem, and you can only make a move by figuring out how to solve the problem.

But he tried his best to move a dozen ways, but there was no one satisfied. Under heavy pressure, he seemed to regard this game of chess as his life, and lamented that he said: "I am not good at chess, and the starting line is not as good as yours." It's a miracle that this game has been able to survive so far. ”

Richeliu stared at him with great energy: "Then show me a miracle."

Zhuang Yan is like a cow that runs out of oil, how can it not make a drop of milk, helpless for a while, and said bitterly: "Unless the Heavenly Father takes care of me and turns the black son into a white child, then I may be able to fight."

Richelieu tilted his head and asked, "So you're asking for miracles?"

Zhuang Yan's heart suddenly beat like a confession, and there was a sense of handing over his whole self. His chest was as warm as a fireplace, and this anticipation and satisfaction warmed his limbs, as if there was a throbbing of loose clothes: "Will a miracle favor me?"

Richelieu's thin eyebrows soothed, his eyes gently half-lowered to stare at him, his lips smiling like a rippling line of water, this smile that seems to be there is not yet is so clear that it makes people feel as happy as a tranquilizer, and they only need to look at it and be satisfied, and they don't need to kiss it.

She herself couldn't stand Zhuang Yan's intently scrutinized, her smile disappeared, and she opened her gaze and said, "You are a self-destructive warrior and will be favored; You are a believer in the ideal, and you will be favored; You are righteous and will be favored; You are an angel who protects the weak and will be favored. She opened her lips as she recited, her chest heaving, and she peeked at him: "Because you are you, you are favored." If you want Him to continue to give, you must continue to be who you are. ”

Zhuang Yan muttered: "The original me?" He suddenly remembered what he said when he replied to Song Dan's question: "I am lucky to be able to refuse unfairness." What about those who are unfortunate? ”

He thought bitterly: "I just wish others weren't bullied like I did." But I can't even take care of myself. ”

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? ”