Ning Weichen narrowed his eyes.

Just as they were discussing, Luo Xingyan had already walked over quickly, he looked up at the sea wall, turned his head, and looked at Ning Weichen with golden vertical pupils with thick complexity.

Luo Heng also came over, his blue eyes were unpredictable. They are all S-class executives, and their evaluation of abilities is not low.

This sea wall, the ability to control water on display, is an absolute A+ class heresy......

They knew that Ning Weichen was a genius, and the General Administration had always listed Ning Weichen as a top-level dangerous mission. But the prince has been cynical for so many years, and this is the first time that the Unnatural Bureau has seen him use an ability, but he didn't expect it to be so strong.

In the history of Butterfly Island, the most successful heretical transplant should be the Kraken.

Sercy's hands and face were covered with blood, her expression was stunned, and her pupils were dilated.

Yi Hongzhi blew off a few mouthfuls of sand and got up from the ground.

"Can we just go and attack the financial building? Let it let us out, I don't want to go to the curator anymore. "Sercy, knowing that there is an S-class moderator layout here, just wants to save her life and desperately wants to leave the Museum of Faith.

The power displayed by Ning Weichen is too strong, and Luo Xingyan's ability is still there. With the two of them here, it is completely possible to violently deal with the supreme deity of the fourth exhibition hall.

Sommond doused her sweet dream with a handful of cold water: "Attack the financial building, it will only let out those who are qualified to go out." ”

Sercy: "Can't we kill it?!" ”

Yi Hongzhi felt that she was dizzy: "Do you think it is willing to show its real body to fight you?" We are now in the Museum of Faith, on their turf. ”

Sersi stopped talking. An elusive A+-class heresy is not easy to break.

The director was overjoyed and ran over flatteringly: "Ouch, hey, the two agents are deeply hidden!" ”

Ye Shengli ignored him, and his eyes fell on the corpse on the beach that was about to be washed away by the waves.

Blood was spilled all over the ground. Meat, offal, bones are scattered.

Ye Sheng suddenly turned his head and beckoned to Habo: "Habo, come here." ”

Harbour poked his head out of his father's arms, blinking wide, for some reason.

"Go to Brother Ye." Salmond touched Harbo's head.

"Oh."

Habo jumped to the ground and obediently came to Ye Sheng's side with his scale.

Under the huge Kuroshio sea wall, Ye Sheng was half-squatting, and Habo was standing.

The young [Valuator] still has a pair of pure, clean eyes after witnessing so many killings.

Ye Sheng picked up a bloody liver from the ground with his hands, and picked up a withered star flower blown by the typhoon on the ground. They were placed on either side of the scale.

The price of star flowers is much higher than that of organs.

Ye Sheng took the petals off one end of the balance again, and found that the balance was still one high and one low.

It turns out that the human liver is not even as good as air.

- On the eve of the birth of the Terminator, everything about [people] is no longer valuable.

The development of the times, the concentration of wealth - the research and development of brain chips, the progress of biotechnology, and the popularization of artificial intelligence have made people's wisdom, body, and labor worthless.

Ye Sheng put another heart on it, and the weight of the heart was even less than a speck of dust.

Capitalism has developed to the extreme, and when the end of life no longer needs human beings, it is only a matter of time before the same kind is completely expelled.

Ye Sheng lowered his eyelashes, covering his treacherous black eyes.

After filming, everyone returned to the villa. At the door, they poured blood from their heads, and their hands trembled to wash their bodies. After making sure that there was no star pollen on their bodies, the group performers entered the door crying. The rich smell of blood filled the tip of the nose, and on this stormy island, everyone cried all tears out of fear.

Director: "Don't cry, we don't have to go out for the next few scenes, we just play in this house." ”

"Great."

"Woo woo that's great!"

After all the exterior scenes were filmed, it was half of the success of "Hunting Heart", and just as everyone was about to start celebrating, there was a sudden knock on the door outside.

Knock, knock, knock.

Regular and orderly.

"Who?!" The director was impatient.

A mechanical voice rang out.

The familiar sound quality actually trembled a little: "Hello, sir, excuse me." I am an enforcer, and my master wants to invite the gentleman to the Financial Building. ”

Everyone in the room was stunned.

The law enforcer personally came to the door and respectfully said who the "gentleman" was to be invited, and it was self-evident.

Ning Weichen raised his eyes, his eyes seemed to be smiling, and he looked at the enforcer whose mechanical body was a little stiff through the door and window.

Ye Sheng's jawline was tense, and his expression was extremely indifferent. Ning Weichen didn't answer the enforcer first, but turned his head and whispered to Ye Sheng, "Brother, I may have to leave for a while." ”

Ye Sheng was stunned: "You want to go with it?" ”

Ning Weichen: "Hmm. Isn't the plan of the eternal journey a worship of God? The gods want to see me, and of course I can't refuse. ”

He took Ye Sheng's hand, kissed his fingertips with a smile, and said, "Don't worry. ”

Ye Sheng frowned, not very approving: "I'll go with you." ”

Ning Weichen: "No, God should only want to see me." ”

After he finished speaking, he paused, thinking of the injury that Ye Sheng suffered because of his impatience in the ancient village crying at night last time, he lowered his eyes and looked at Ye Sheng, and then his eyes were full of affection, this moment was extremely serious.

Ning Weichen laughed silently and said again: "Good, don't worry about me, do what you want." ”

The enforcer outside was still submissive, and its voice trembled: "First, sir? ”

Ning Weichen shrugged his shoulders, straddled his long legs, and his slender fingers grasped the doorknob and unscrewed it.

The waves outside were devastating, and he walked alone into the storm before the dust fell.

Luo Xingyan sensed that Ye Sheng's mood was wrong, and stepped forward and said, "The compatibility between the prince and the [Kraken] is close to 100%, and the master of the fourth exhibition hall should not be able to hurt him." ”

Ye Shengxing's eyes looked at the towering building on the other side through the typhoon, and said calmly: "Luo Xingyan, do you think the one who sees him will be the master of the fourth exhibition hall?" ”

Luo Xingyan was stunned and stopped talking.

Ye Sheng didn't eat dinner, the air pressure was cold, and he returned to the room alone.

This time they were not there, and everyone found out that unconsciously, Ning Weichen and Ye Sheng had already become the source of their sense of security. From the beginning of entering the Museum of Faith, the fear of death and the confusion about the front have always haunted everyone's hearts.

Although everyone has always criticized those two for only knowing how to fall in love, their kind of self-doing thing that completely ignores heresy also gives everyone the courage to persevere.

The crown prince and princess were not there, Luo Xingyan felt that there was no need to discuss, so he tore a piece of candy and left.

Luo Heng followed behind him.

The rest of the people soon dispersed as well.

["The latest meteorological news, typhoon dust has landed on Star Island, and Star Island will usher in a typhoon rain that will last for several days. ”】

It's raining.

Ye Sheng stood alone in front of the window, staring at the clouds and rain outside, and only retracted his gaze after a long time.

I looked down and looked at the octahedron that I held all the way in my palm.

In the half-light and half-darkness, he looked thoughtful.

The octahedron of the night crying ancient village almost carries ninety percent of the power of the ancestors of the Meng family.

It creates the Ground of Life and the Ground of Death, keeping them in eternal motion.

The ability of the octahedron is to copy.

The drama "Heart Hunting" is full of parents in the back.

Inside the villa, everyone is busy. Outside the villa, torrential rain poured in.

I don't know how many days this huge typhoon will last.

Ye Sheng looked at the financial building from afar, not knowing what it would be like for Ning Weichen to meet a missionary inside.

"ENIAC said you woke up, I thought it was playing a joke on me?"

The top floor of the Financial Tower.

Sixty-four black and white lattices crisscross each other, splicing together to form a huge space.

At the end of the blue-lit chessboard is a long table. The host sat above, dressed in a black robe, with a bird perched on his shoulder. The sixth moderator shrank himself in the "field", the black fog was hazy, Ning Weichen couldn't see his face clearly, and he naturally couldn't see Ning Weichen's face clearly. However, moderators and moderators don't need to be sincere with each other in the first place.

Missionaries were born out of heresy in the minds of mankind and have always been nothing.

Ning Weichen's thin lips hooked slightly, and nodded politely at him.

The missionary softened his voice and said politely, "I didn't expect you to appear at the Museum of Faith to supervise how I spread the Enlightened Gospel?" ”

"I just happened to be passing by." Ning Weichen sat down, and some faint light like silver stars appeared on his body. He lowered his eyes and found that the long table was actually a chessboard.

Ning Weichen said disapprovingly: "The poem of the story king was not read, do you want to do it for you this time?" ”

The missionary shook his head: "No, there is no need for that. The story king's plan in Huaicheng failed, and my plan to cry in the ancient village at night also failed. Unnatural places are pervasive, like flies. To completely destroy Butterfly Island, we need to use the power of the Stranger. ”

"Therefore, ENIAC's Enlightened World plan is the wisest choice. Let humanity know what kind of big lie they are in, and they will give up resisting. After the end of the Museum of Faith, I will also return to the World Entertainment City, to Jeremir, just like the fifth moderator. ”

The missionary stretched out a hand from the wide sleeved robe, and there was no flesh, only skin wrapped around the bone, which looked horrible and twisted. But His tone was compassionate, and the fragrance of Buddha lingered, like a savior.

"I have to say that ENIAC really came up with a great plan for us to collect their pain, faith, and even lives directly in the game of enlightenment, and use them to recover from [disaster]. At the same time, let them see the true face of Butterfly Island and the Unnatural Bureau, which can be used by us. ”

"On the day [the calamity] will be resurrected, I believe that this hundred years of sin will be over—and everyone will be reborn."

The new life of the missionaries does not necessarily mean the living.

Ning Weichen hooked his lower lip slightly, and there was no emotion in his eyes.

The missionary tried to keep his voice calm, but his eyes, hidden behind the fog, kept watching him cautiously and warily.

The preacher said.

"Khronos, do you want to take a look at the Enlightenment Game?"

"Nope." Ning Weichen chuckled lightly and said, "I care more about the performance of my children in this exhibition than Qiming Games. ”

Missionary: "......"