Looking at the prayers of some people, some people who think they are sober are full of disdain.

But on the surface nothing was said, nor was it echoed, nor was it refuted.

The eerie atmosphere continued until the sound of soft footsteps as a hot girl pushed a four-wheeled wheelchair into the cathedral.

In the wheelchair, of course, was Martinson Sr., who was looking straight ahead with a blank face, and did not seem to look at the people around him.

But for some reason, some people who disdain their hearts just now were a little uneasy.

Old Martinson was pushed to the altar, facing the crowd in front of the audience, his eyes faintly sweeping over everyone.

I don't know why, everyone subconsciously looked away after making eye contact with old Martinson.

It seems that those bright eyes contain too much of it.

Looking away from the eye to eye with someone else is an extremely serious psychological problem in the West! This is inferiority complex introversion.

In the West, an introvert with low self-esteem is considered to have psychological problems and is a failed education.

Not to mention these people, it was simply impossible, but it just happened.

Old Martinson didn't say anything, and directly began the holy spring baptism.

The servant brought the golden bowl, and the mist on it was slightly rippling, which made people feel intoxicated.

"Before drinking from the holy spring, you need to pray and thank the Son of God for his gifts."

"Thank you for the gift of the Son of God." Some people are truly grateful, and some can only echo and say things that go against their hearts.

They felt extremely humiliated, and bowed their heads to an Oriental they looked down on and said thanksgiving, which was really more hateful than killing them.

Have you ever seen that king bow his head to the lowly commoners?

For them, this is humiliation, a greater humiliation than insulting them to their faces—if not the Holy Spring......

Chen Chu was a lowly commoner to some of them.

They don't know, and they can't figure out why an alien civilization would cross an unknown sea of stars and come to Earth, just for Chen Chu?

Why him? Why not themselves?

Jealousy, maddened with jealousy.

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Under the leadership of Martinson Sr., everyone bowed their heads and prayed, extremely 'religious'.

As the prayer was completed, the crowd eagerly took the golden bowl and drank it all.

And as the holy spring was drunk, everyone's expressions were relaxed, and they seemed to have become younger in a trance.

But the baptism of the holy spring once every fifteen days was still not satisfactory to everyone.

Because a small serving of holy spring is effective for seven days, it can maintain seven days of youth, so that aging is 'paused'.

But since he had offended the Son of God by accident, Martinson Sr. had changed the time of his baptism to once every fifteen days.

That is, after every seven days of regaining youth, they have to endure eight days of aging, which is unacceptable for them.

So they've been on the move, trying to do something, like yesterday's plane......

Rather than continue with the usual question of piety, Martinson Sr. said something else: "I am thrilled that the Son of God has not forgotten us. ”

Hearing this so-called Son of God, there were a few people in the audience who mocked in their hearts, a yellow-skinned ...... Do you want to be the so-called Son of God? Do you want them to believe in him?

Shet! Falk Squid!

No way!

If it weren't for the fear of the fleet that had appeared on Pluto, they would have already set out to fetch the Holy Spring.

But look at what this clown-like Son of God has brought—someone thinks.

Martinson Sr. clapped his hands, and someone came up with a plate.

The caregiver next to him gently twisted the lid at the signal of old Martinson, and with a single force, the lid was lifted, revealing the fruit bowl inside.

"Didn't anyone notice anything different about me today?" Old Martinson shook his blonde hair, and he had an elegant aristocratic feel.

Everyone's eyes and attention were all on Shengquan just now, who would want to see an old immortal?

Now that they were reminded by Old Martinson, everyone was immediately relieved of Old Martinson's situation, when did he grow such gorgeous blonde hair?

Old Martinson gestured to the few fruit bowls in front of him: "These are a few miraculous fruits, they can bring people a gift that they don't need." ”

"Lifespan? Healthy? Miracles? ”

"My hair is a godsend."

Everyone was in an uproar, if they wanted to say that it was an alien civilization, they could still believe it, but if it was a godsend, everyone should look at it as a clown.

"So, are you willing to get up and experience the gift of God?" Old Martinson Road.

His iron rod, Alexander got up almost instantly: "Lord Divine Messenger, I am willing to give my life for the gods, I am willing to be a test subject, please choose me." ”

Some were too late, annoyed, and disdainful: Are you giving your life for the gods? I'm too embarrassed to debunk you.

Old Martinson glanced at his bald head, told him to come up, and then let him eat a portion of the banana he had just eaten.

Just when everyone was originally unimpressed, but now they were dumbfounded, black hair quickly appeared on Alexander's head, and it quickly became thick.

“oh！ mygod！ Someone couldn't help but exclaim.

Someone looked at the fruits, and their eyes were a little burning.

Alexander touched his hair, pleasantly surprised, an old man in his nineties, excited like a child.

Alexander went down, and just when everyone thought that old Martinson was going to distribute those magical fruits, old Martinson motioned to the caregiver to close the lid and keep it fresh.

Everyone's eyes instantly looked at old Martinson, not daring to have any dissatisfaction, but the meaning was given.

Martinson Sr. suddenly said, "I'm disappointed today." ”

The people on the audience glanced at each other vaguely, not knowing what was happening, only a few people sighed in their hearts.

Several people glanced at each other and watched for changes.

"I found people who were not religious in their belief in God." Old Martinson said heavily.

"They are trying to take what the Son of God has given us and take it for themselves."

Everyone was in an uproar, and the people sitting here now were basically people who were convinced by old Martinson, at least they didn't dare to do it until they figured out something.

But that doesn't mean they're soft eggs and will be crushed by Martinson Sr. for the rest of their lives.

They think that they are only making compromises for the time being, and it is unknown how they will be able to do well in the future.

And now there are people who want to snatch their things? Can this be endured?

They looked at each other, wondering who it was.

"Did I just forget to tell you that what the Son of God has given you has the potential to prolong life!

Maybe a year, maybe ten years, maybe longer, but who knows? ”

But in fact, it didn't, or the old Martinson didn't know if there was, but it's okay, who knows?

As soon as Martinson Sr. said this, the atmosphere suddenly became even more treacherous.

"Filip, Jack......" Old Martinson seemed to mumble to himself, saying the names of several men.

The eyes of everyone in the audience looking at those people were already wrong.

(End of chapter)