The golden bodhisattva basking in the sun on a half-reclining rattan chair, he hummed a brisk little tune, and outsiders looked at it in a good mood, but only insiders could know that he was humming a pagan holy war repertoire. The definition of heretics is very broad, and all denominations other than the state religion are aliens and are heresies that need to be corrected. It was a blood-red and cruel history, and the righteous Holy Church launched a large-scale purge, smashing pagan altars, killing bishops, priests, and recalcitrant infidels, and it was said that the rain under the sky was red and smelled of fish.

The purge was successful, and the Holy Spirit Sect eliminated dissidents, achieved the unification of the religion of the kingdom of heaven, and officially canonized it as the state religion, which has been passed down for thousands of years. Later generations called the crushing slaughter Jihad, a name that could be heard to conceal the historical facts and true significance. The Golden Bodhisattva half-squinted his eyes and let the sun beat on his cheeks, he was thinking, he had met many people in his life, and there were too many secrets that needed to be kept silent. Including, his pagan past. The scar burned with sandalwood on the back had long since been erased with a strong corrosive acid, so that the only physical evidence belonging to the pagan religion was also destroyed, and there has been no evidence since then.

Jin Bodhisattva's mood is indeed good, a few days ago he collected a large sum of money effortlessly, which can be regarded as a pure return at zero cost. Jin Bo often prides himself on being a shrewd businessman, he never trades at a loss, he advocates huge profits, and likes to make quick money. In fact, he doesn't love money very much, he just enjoys the process of making money, maybe this is some kind of psychological pathology.

"Although I promised Shaoqing and deceived you, I also helped you send the message out under pressure. Therefore, the two do not owe. After that, the golden bodhisattva became more and more at ease, and the drowsiness struck, and the golden bodhisattva shook and shook on the rattan chair and slowly fell asleep.

After Mo Yu received the letter in the office, he ran to the top floor of the national exhibition hall for the first time, he looked at the direction where the black crow flew from, until his eyes were sour and tears to the wind, he smiled awkwardly and wiped the crystal of his eyes dry, "You are not dead, it's really good." ”

Mu Xiaozhi has a small bedroom in the national exhibition hall, naturally no one gave her small shoes to wear, as the sister of the big boss, I believe that no one has the guts. In fact, there are still a lot of empty rooms, but Mu Xiaozhi feels that the house is too big, and she will feel empty and lonely, and her brother is not around, she is indeed very lonely. When there was no news of Zhantao, she fell in love with poetry, coincidentally, with the same hobby as Kwai Lisha, modern poetry naturally can't be read, and there are not too many people who rely on vulgar words to sensationalize.

The wind blew open the half-hidden window, a verdant leaf drifted in, and she heard the deafening cheers of the whole building, which were unpretentious exhilaration. Mu Xiaozhi's lips were raised, and it was a happy and somewhat smug smile. He knew that of course his brother would not die, so she was not surprised by this belated news. The door was recklessly pushed open from outside, and Abin rushed in panting, and said with a hurried tongue, "Miss, boss...... He's alive!"

Abin knew that Miss was the closest person to the boss's heart, so he naturally wanted to report it as soon as possible, but Tang suddenly broke in and realized that he had alarmed Miss, so he realized that he had made a mistake. So, there was a little panic in the excitement, and his hands were hanging down and intertwined, and he said, "Miss, I'm ...... No offense!"

"Thank you. Mu Xiaozhi flattened the hem of her skirt, got up and wanted to go out, "I'm leaving." ”

"Where are you going?" Bin looked inexplicable, "It's not time to eat yet." ”

Mu Xiaozhi walked to the door, holding the doorknob in his right hand, and said without looking back, "Three months ago, I said that I was going to look for him, but you didn't allow it, and after three months, I hope none of you will stop me." ”

Ah Bin's eyes widened, he was used to seeing the usually tame and considerate young lady, and he was really a little unaccustomed to an outburst, but he couldn't make up his mind about this matter, so he had to listen to Mo Yu's meaning. But on Miss's side, he really didn't dare to stop it too much, if he let the returning boss listen, he wouldn't want to mess around here. In a dilemma, Mu Xiaozhi left the bedroom early, and Abin hurried behind, not knowing how to serve this aunt and grandmother well.

When the entire exhibition hall was immersed in joy, Mo Yu did not lose this emotion for too long, and the boss was released from prison, which was not a glorious thing in name. He has to get his boss back on the ground, which is his duty as a man or a dog. As soon as the order was issued, thousands of people from all over the alliance responded, and everyone was willing to accompany them, not only for the boss, but also for DF. DF was established with the original intention of protecting rights, and the purpose is not to bully others, but it must not be bullied by others.

The biggest advantage of militarized management is the efficient execution, that night Moyu carefully selected expeditionary force night march, bound to arrive before dawn [Dali Temple], for the exhibition of pottery to pick up the wind and wash the dust. As a party concerned, Zhan Tao didn't know, how did he know that the Golden Bodhisattva's conscience was discovered, thinking that he had no rescuers and was in a desperate situation of isolation and helplessness.

Zhan Tao's back was a little cold, which had nothing to do with the dampness of the stone and mud in the prison, and his brain continued to buzz, as if hundreds of flies and insects had been drilled into his ears, gnawing at his brain and disturbing his consciousness. Luo Rui wants to kill Guan Da, so in terms of subjective ideas, Zhan Tao judged that Luo Rui is Qing, he wants to kill Guan Da and seize the Gu Eagle that fuses with parasitism. Such an inference should be reasonable, and to be honest, Zhan Tao can reluctantly accept it, after all, a gloomy and introverted person like Lori has too many bad idiosyncrasies.

Until, Guan Da asked, "What if you kill the wrong person?"

After this sound, it was not only Zhan Tao who was shaken by his weak position, but also Lori who was full of murderous intentions, yes, if he was mistaken, guessed wrong, and killed the good man and the brother by mistake, what should it be. The most difficult thing to debate in this world is right and wrong, the most difficult to guess is sincerity, and the most incomprehensible thing in sincerity is the human heart.

The story of the second and third is not long, but the human heart is flesh and blood, no matter how cold Lowry is, he can't deny the love of getting along day and night, he was falsely imprisoned, humiliated and oppressed, he no longer has hope in this world, friends don't exist? Then, to say disgusting, a man forcibly stepped into his world, bringing him a glimmer of light in the posture of a lord. He was saved, regained his dignity and reborn, and he thought that was nothing more than the best life he had.

has a brother, a career, and a love, but it's complete, you can't be too greedy, Lori said to herself. It's a pity that happy times are always short-lived, and Zhan Tao is about to be released from prison, which means that many things have to be stopped urgently. However, that's not all there is to sadness, because, Lori had no intention of seeing another face of Guan Da. Guan Da has many faces, many of which can be hung on an entire wall, like a bloody pig's head on a butcher's hook, with a clear face but a dead and stiff face.