The sliding doors of the living room were open to greet the warm breeze of the April afternoon, and the wind blew the long golden hair of the maiden shawl behind the low table, where she sat and looked out from time to time.

Thinking in my heart.

Sister Komori and the question of the Spring God Sect, she took a sip of the cold juice in her hand.

On the other side of the table, Miya of the Ghost Dragon Temple is playing tiger pounce with Caesar, you bite me, I bite you.

She really knows how to bite, and she is not afraid of getting dirty, and she can play with hugging and falling, obviously playing with animals, but she never releases water.

Every time, he abused Caesar, let him come over to comfort his master, and then, Le Hehe and the beautiful teeth of the Ghost Dragon Courtyard continued to play.

Caesar is a vegetable and a fun-loving person.

The sound of winter and the crisp laughter seem to bring people into that hot summer in advance.

The environment where the temple is located is often associated with enthusiasm, reminiscent of summer in June.

Then I thought that it was another festival of the early summer festival.

Will there still be so many people this year?

Kaminagi's thoughts spread outside, and there was a sense of urgency in his heart for the turbulent times, and he was very willing to compete with those rising stars.

As long as they continue to grow stronger, no matter how many people there are, no matter how much environment they roll up, people can stand out.

She thinks so.

"Roar!" Two heads, one big and one small, came to the front and suddenly roared.

Kaminagi put down the cup and said calmly, "What are you doing?"

Caesar shrank the tiger's head, and the beautiful tooth of the Ghost Dragon Courtyard wrapped one arm around its neck, not letting this coward, and said with a smile, "Are you startled?"

"No, I'm always up for challenges."

Kaminagi Rin replied with a hint of pride, his head slightly raised, and his amber eyes showed a bit of disdain.

"Liar, I see that you were so frightened just now that you clenched the cup with both hands, and the juice almost spilled."

"That's the illusion of your head dangling." Kami Nagi Rin is reluctant to admit the fact that he was taken aback by the other party when he was thinking about things.

As they argued, Caesar smelled the familiar smell and turned his head outside.

The two girls stopped arguing and turned their heads to look out of the living room.

The pond is sparkling with sunlight, and Shiraishi stands outside the corridor, surrounded by the Komori sisters with red-eyed eyes.

Looking at Aoi Komori's clear eyes, the beautiful teeth of the Oni Ryuin Temple smiled and said loudly, "Oh, Aoi, are your eyes, hands and feet all right?"

"Well, Ghost Dragon Temple, you're really beautiful."

Aoi Komori responded to her enthusiasm with a smile, and turned to Kaminagi Rin again, and her smile became sweeter, "Kaminagi too, such a gorgeous appearance, worthy of being an eldest lady."

"Of course." Kaminagi said with a straight face, and then smiled as clear as the Arctic sea, "I'm going to celebrate today."

"Go to the hotel! Feast!"

The beautiful teeth of the Oni Ryuin raised their arms and shouted, and Caesar also roared in response when he heard the food, looking very excited.

"Well, let's go out for a big meal."

Shiraishi did not object to her suggestion, took out his mobile phone, and sent a message to Fujiwara Ryuxian first, so that the affairs of the Spring God Sect could be closed.

Celebrate the occasion again.

……

Bite.

The screen of the mobile phone placed on the eucalyptus table lit up, Fujiwara Ryuxian glanced at it, unlocked it, and hurriedly replied to the expression received.

A relaxed smile appeared on his face.

With this person's shot, everything becomes extra worry-free.

But relying too much on it can also cause unnecessary trouble.

In the future, try not to disturb the life of that person.

Fujiwara Ryuxian's mind swirled with these thoughts.

The door of the office opened silently, and the shrine maiden walked into the room with the daily expenditure documents of Yin Shi Jingu, and saw his rippling smile, and said expressionlessly, "Please don't talk to the group of women at the bar during work hours."

"Yuxu-chan is too much, but Uncle is seriously solving Yin

The great events of the Sejin Palace."

Fujiwara Ryuxian cried out for himself, turned the screen of his mobile phone to her, and said, "I don't believe you look at the time when the message was sent, just now, I was dealing with the official affairs of the Zuohe Sealing Area."

Fujiwara Yuo's beautiful goose egg face flashed with surprise and said, "The Spring God Sect has all been wiped out?"

The collapse of the organization that had been entrenched in Japan for thousands of years made it difficult for her to hide her shock, and when she looked at the name of the remark that sent the message, everything seemed reasonable.

It's not surprising that he could do such a thing.

Her expression turned cold.

"This is the daily expenses of the Yin Shi Shrine, please review it with the priest."

"Compared to this, Yuxu-chan should apologize to his uncle."

Fujiwara Ryuxian pressed the information, he can't be wronged, he must correct his image.

"I'm sorry." Fujiwara Yuxu apologized, even if he had been caught chatting and flirting with so-and-so sauce in the bar more than a dozen times before, if he misunderstood once, then he needed to apologize.

This is also a matter of course.

She bowed, turned around and walked outside, thinking about the three shrine maidens of Nohara Shrine, her cultivation was going to be intensified, and she couldn't be left too far behind.

Seeing her leave, Fujiwara Ryuxian put away the smug smile on his face, removed the documents of daily expenses, stared at the documents on the French side, and muttered, "Joan of Arc......

A proposal was recently submitted at the Roundtable in the City of Dawn to condemn Joan of Arc.

The man-made god's plan is too crazy.

If there are uncontrollable factors, humanity will usher in another disaster.

The proposal was not unanimously approved, with sixty percent opposing it, arguing that it violated the freedom of transcendents to pursue magic.

According to the old rules, as long as the study of magic does not involve inhumane violations, then no magic should interfere.

Joan of Arc's god-making magic doesn't seem to be very inhumane, but simply intercepts the power of people's faith.

The proposal was accordingly dismissed.

But Fujiwara Ryushin felt that the worries mentioned in the proposal did exist.

However, there is really nothing wrong with the above objections.

"I hope I'm too careful."

Fujiwara Ryuxian muttered, took the proposal aside, and continued the work of Yin Shi Jingu.

……

Paris, France.

Believers from all over the world flock to this city, which has been hailed as the fashion capital by various films.

In this increasingly turbulent world, believers can only find a modicum of comfort in believing in God.

People gathered in the square.

The voices of prayer are unanimous, but they are incredibly synchronized.

Ten thousand people are like one man praying.

Outside the square, the people who should be working continued to run for their lives, unaffected by the prayer crowd, thinking about what they would do today or what they would do tomorrow.

There are also some people who shoot short videos there and upload them to YouTube and Douyin to gain traffic and attention.

Some bloggers who want to attract attention have a unique view of this kind of behavior, such as disturbing people, affecting traffic order, etc.

Someone scolded, and naturally someone supported the blogger's statement.

Even eating on the Internet can cause netizens to have different opinions.

Some distance from here, the woman with blond curly hair leaned against the balcony railing, holding a telescope and watching the scene in the square, the beauty mole on the corner of her mouth was touched by a smile, "Pious faith is really a terrible power."

"In terms of faith, I remember that some magic could be performed through the faith of others, but it was eventually abandoned by the transcendents because of the need to cultivate believers."

Adolf, with her long burgundy hair, walked out to the balcony with her dessert and brought the climate back to the beginning of March.

It's not cold, but like the air after the rain in March, with a slight coolness, inhaling it can make people feel refreshed.

Her voice is so pleasant.

"Well, to believe

If you look up to the creation of gods, Yin Shi Divine Palace also has a similar divine sacrifice technique, but the momentum is so huge, and even if you want to establish a divine kingdom, it is the first time in extraordinary history."

Gao Liujing replied with a smile.

They came here because of the round table proposals, the condemned proposals were rejected, but the surveillance proposals passed without incident.

This is the first time in human history that a god has been created, and it is possible to be close to success, and everyone wants to be the first to grasp the relevant information.

Maybe it will come in handy later.

"For the first time in history, the first time is getting more and more frequent recently."

Adolf complained about this fact in a calm tone, scooping up the mango pudding into her mouth.

Gao Liujing tilted her head and said, "What about my share?"

"How can you have the illusion that I'm going to help you get the dessert?"

Adolf tilted her head as well, a little puzzled as to where she got her confidence.

"What an indifferent partner, who can't be a little more enthusiastic about me once in a while."

Of course, Gao Liujing understands that the woman in front of her will not take it for herself, but she just likes to say it like that, which makes the other party feel troubled.

A little bit can make her happy.

She walked to the living room, took out a box of ice cream from the fridge, sat casually on the sofa, lifted the lid and said, "What do you think God looks like?"

"I don't know, I never believed in those."

Adolf replied casually.

As a transcendent being, she never believed in gods, demons, or anything, and always only believed in the magic weapons in her hands.

That's what keeps her safe.

Gao Liujing's eyes narrowed slightly, "I'm quite curious about what God looks like."

"You want to go in and have a look?"

"Adolf-chan knows me well."

"The above order is to monitor outside, there is no mention of sneaking in, I will not accompany you to do unnecessary things."

Adolf emphasized this point, and her cooperation with Gao Liujing on the mission was based on her own sense of responsibility for her work, rather than any deep comradeship between each other.

For things other than orders, she resolutely will not accompany Gao Liujing on adventures.

Gao Liujing didn't expect her to accompany her on the adventure, and her azure eyes narrowed slightly, "Will you make a small report?"

"Of course."

Adolf replied in a categorical tone.

"Then forget it."

Gao Liujing shrugged her shoulders, she didn't give up in her heart, it was better to say that her yin-yang technique had been activated when she was on the balcony, and now she said it just to tease Adolf.

She never wanted to ask for this person's opinion.

The painted knick-knacks follow the air, leaping over the square where thousands of people sit and pray, approaching the entrance of Notre Dame Cathedral.

As he was about to enter, poof, the gadget was pierced by a light so tiny that it was invisible, and a bit of ink evaporated into air and dissipated.

Gao Liujing's eyes darkened, and he smiled, "It's really dangerous."

「？」

Adolf glanced at her, not knowing why she was suddenly in danger, so she fell silent.

Silently eating mango pudding.

Well, delicious.

……

Inside Notre Dame Cathedral.

The boy suspended in the church has become a young man, bigger than before, and the world embraced in his arms is becoming clearer.

Scenes flashed one after another, not to mention the green mountains and green waters, and even the animals that represented life appeared in that world.

The world, God, has become perfect, but he has not opened his eyes for a long time, as if he wants to wait any longer.

The blonde girl in gorgeous silver armor looked up at the god of creation, did not pray as usual, and her face was very cold.

"Captain."

A soft cry rang out, and Tisi stepped closer and reported, "Someone tried to manipulate a magical creature to break into the interior of Notre Dame and be wiped out by the magical barrier at the door."

She didn't lower her head, and her eyes quietly looked at the head of the regiment.

From apathy to calm, as if the spirit was being sucked away

The soul returns to the body.

Joan of Arc said, "Yes, the situation is stabilizing sooner than expected, but it doesn't matter, the birth of God cannot be delayed, and no one can stop it.

She's going to wake up soon."

"We never doubt that, but, are you alright?"

Tissi bit her lip and had the courage to ask the question.

As the personal guard of the head of the Paladin, she has always been concerned about Joan of Arc's living habits and physical health.

In her eyes, the recent head of Joan of Arc was becoming more and more wrong, and the number of prayers had changed from uninterrupted to rarely seen once.

Always with a worried and indifferent expression, he looks at the god who is about to be born.

It's like a doll.

She was not the only one who had this opinion, but some members of the Holy Knights had similar opinions.

Everyone was worried that there was something wrong with the god-making technique, and it would be reflected on the head of Joan of Arc who performed the spell.

"Is there anything wrong with me?"

Joan of Arc turned her head, her eyes flashing with bewilderment.

Ti Qian thought for a while, and said stubbornly, "I haven't seen you praying lately, I always look at God in a daze, and everyone is very worried about your mental state."

"It's fine." Joan of Arc shook her head and explained to her, "I'm just implanting my will into God's mind, so that she, who has not yet opened her eyes, has the mind to recognize right from wrong, and knows how to protect the believers.

It'll be fine after a while."

Speaking of this, Joan of Arc seemed to be a little tired, and waved her hand, "There is nothing else, you go down."

It's like a trivial matter where someone breaks in, and you don't need to report it one by one."

"Yes, please take care."

Tissy replied in a low voice, her eyes undiminished, but she stopped persuading and turned to walk out of the church.

At the door, Tissi couldn't help but stop and quietly turned back, the stone pillars supporting the dome high, and the sunlight fell on the girl's face through the colorful stained glass.

Mu Ran's expression was also shrouded in a bit of holiness.

It's too ethereal.

Ti Qian couldn't feel sacred, only a little fear.

Shaking her head, Ti Qian threw those distracting thoughts out of her mind, she must have thought too much.

There won't be any problems.

Tissi stepped out of the door and closed the tall door little by little, so that she could no longer see the figure of the girl and the god.