Twelve dark Parisian policemen piled up at the gate of Xiaoqian's manor, gathered in a ball and lit cigarettes. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThey wore all-black party uniforms, called Paris police, but in fact only served the Paris Liberal Party.

Fran the Great died violently, the Old Guard was bloodied, and the Paris Liberals came to power. A secret service called the "Paris Police" was born to persecute Fran the Great's supporters, not only to make up charges against them, but also to throw them in prison. Unjust, false and wrongful convictions suddenly emerged one after another, and Paris fell into the White Terror.

A Parisian policeman with a stiff face knocked on Xiao Qian's door and showed a search warrant: "We suspect that your manor house contains the remnants of the emperor." They are dangerous political prisoners, all accused of treason, please allow the Paris police to enter and search. ”

The amorous big star leaned against the door, gracefully and dignified with a fox fur coat, lazily bowing his head and lighting a cigarette. She hung her eyelashes and smoked a cigarette, and left the police dry for ten seconds before she raised her bright eyelids, pinched the cigarette and said, "I am the emperor's remnant." You go back and apply for an arrest warrant, I won't send you anymore. ”

The spy opened his mouth for a long time before he said, "We...... And there is no suspicion that you are the remnant...... You allowed us to enter the manor for a routine search, and everything was settled. ”

Xiao Qian leaned on the door frame proudly, spitting smoke towards the ceiling, not squeaking, not giving way, his side face was as bright as a peach blossom, and his beautiful face was as cold as frost.

The spy was helpless and retreated.

Isaac is well aware of what a brilliant spy Koqian was before he retired. He knew that the spy organization was not Xiao Qian's opponent at all, so he put Xiao Qian on the white list early and strictly forbade the spies to have any illusions about Xiao Qian.

The spy leader withdrew from the manor in a dejected manner. Seeing the leader retreating, the Parisian policemen who were smoking at the gate of the manor retreated.

Xiao Qian rolled his eyes, slammed the door, casually pressed the cigarette into the ivory jar, and then "Shasha" dragged the long skirt and walked back to the living room with his head held high, and saw dozens of vigilant veterans of the Guards standing up at the same time.

The veterans in shirts and breeches were vigilant, some hiding behind curtains and peering into the street, while others were always holding Chasport with their guns at their fingertips.

"The spy was blown away. You are safe for the time being. Xiao Qian ignored these loaded men and walked through the living room indifferently: "Now go and change into the servants' clothes." Remember, you are my groom, gardener, cook, and night watchman. I will complete your false identity as soon as possible, and then arrange for you to leave Paris one after another. ”

Xiao Qian elegantly held a small coffee cup, stirred a small steel spoon, and walked up the spiral staircase inch by inch, as if saving fifty remnants of the empire was a trivial matter.

The leader of the Old Guard was a great man, his shirt muscular and his beard gray. He held the Chasport rifle in his hand, stood in the middle of the living room and watched the slender back of the first beauty in Paris, and asked in a dry throat, "Are you...... It's great that you don't hold a grudge against that slap from Your Majesty. ”

The skirt that flowed on the stairs stopped sliding. Xiao Qian stood on the stairs and thought for a while, before he replied lightly: "I have a grudge, that slap was slapped in public, I can hate him for the rest of my life." But I will save you. First, I helped him ascend the throne at the beginning, and today I am cleaning up the aftermath for him. Second, the bloodbath is over, and the Old Guard is left with you, and if even you cannot inherit the emperor's ideals, then this Paris will be completely finished. While the winners are vampires, Paris needs doers. ”

The melodious words fell to the ground, and the soft skirt rippled up the stairs.

"You risked everything to rescue us, and you will be rewarded for your kindness!" saluted the old guard. He breathed a sigh of relief, making sure everyone had survived.

"Just do it. The estates, possessions, fame, and connections in Paris have long since become boring to me. Xiao Qian quit drinking, she took the bitter coffee, and she didn't bother to talk to others, and went upstairs step by step, and the aroma gradually faded.

After the hostess went upstairs, the old guards who had escaped death were tired and relaxed, and lay on the ground. The faithful old butler humbly pushed the elaborate cart and began to distribute the washed servants' garments.

When Xiao Qian walked into the bedroom, she took off her fox fur coat and stood in front of the window looking at the charming Paris. As the night darkens, neon screens plastered all over Paris begin to play funny gossip and hot celebrity anecdotes. On the bell tower, in the high walls, in front of the square, and in the alleys, there are bizarre large screens, some broadcasting Andrew's scandals, some tracking the minister's derailment, and some broadcasting unnutritious lace news. Crowds of Parisians gathered in front of the screen and laughed, completely forgetting that they were in the midst of the White Terror.

Xiao Qian suddenly wanted to retreat.

At this time, the familiar fluctuations floated in, the space rippled out of a black hole, and two white hands reached out and stroked Xiao Qian's collarbone.

"I woke up and saw you sad. You are miserable creatures. The gentle Old God murmured in the night, "There is one less demigod, this time at the hands of his companions—humans will always be enemies of each other, right?"

"What the hell do people want...... So that they won't be enemies of each other?" Xiao Qian pressed the cold back of his collarbone, snuggled up to it, and whispered wistfully: "Deep down, do people long to attract each other, or do they want to stay away?"

"You've inadvertently touched my blind spot. This is the ultimate question about the fate of the universe, so I can't answer it. The ancient god rubbed Xiao Qian's skin affectionately, but his tone was not shocked: "If you want to think about the person in the distance, maybe you can be happier." ”

Xiao Qian lowered his head and thought of the haunting memories, thinking that people probably longed to attract each other.

"Isaac betrayed the Emperor and killed him—won't you punish this shameful betrayal?" Xiao Qian suddenly clenched the fingers in his palm.

"The Emperor has given all his strength, and Isaac is the strongest candidate against the dark humans, no matter how greedy he is, for me, this greed is useful. So I'm okay with the situation as it is. "The Old Gods kept their cold rationality.

"How scared are you of the dark humans...... Xiao Qian Geng thought. She has a lot of complaints about the cold-bloodedness of the old gods.

The Old God was silent for ten seconds before it decided to explain.

"Both the Dark Humans and the Elven Sacrifice have mastered the art of human sacrifice. You've also seen that by sacrificing human beings, they were able to modify the laws, and it's easy to imagine that if you sacrifice to the gods, you might be able to create laws. Dark humanity has carried out countless inhumane dark experiments for the sake of this great ideal. They validate theories, come up with hypotheticals, refine plans, and ultimately sacrifice their fellow citizens through war and massacres, store the energy of the laws, and finally gain the technology to imprison the ancient gods. You know, they didn't enslave me for the pleasure of sound. They enslaved me in order to sacrifice me to fulfill their ultimate desires. The ancient god's voice was clear and steady, as if it was none of his business: "I don't care about the life and death of human beings, and I don't care about my own life and death." But I know very well that the ideals of the dark humans are terrifyingly great, and their resolve is terrifyingly strong, so that after they kill me, the new laws they create must be even more terrible—terrible beyond the limits of my knowledge. So I must not let them succeed, so I accepted the situation that Isaac had created. ”

"Wait!" Xiao Qian's cup suddenly fell to the ground, she took a sharp breath, and her lungs hurt: "Hypothetical...... Is it a plan to sacrifice one's fellow citizens through war and massacres? Is it a plan to use the energy stored in mass human sacrifice to imprison the old gods?"

Xiao Qian suddenly thought of an extremely terrifying possibility. Her eyes almost turned into snakes.

"No living thing can exterminate itself except humans. The old god calmly replied, "Nuclear winter has nothing to do with me. ”

Xiao Qian's body was cold. She finally knew why that generation of human civilization was called "dark humans".

Because they're horribly good.