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Six Days and Seven Nights, France, Provence.

Along with him, Aldridge and their employees of Spark Company. Well, nominally it's cooperation and exchange, but in fact...

Watching the young people of the company communicate with Spark's international friends in fluent or broken English, I felt a sense of spring from a distance.

Spring always comes so suddenly.

Not long after I made this exclamation, the faint fragrance next to the seat made me suddenly feel down.

Turning my head, an unfamiliar face nodded at me.

Slightly disappointed, I still don't know after all.

The plane took off, put away my stupe, closed my eyes, and slept.

Walking weakly on the ground in Provence, no matter how I looked, I didn't match the excited crowd around me.

But I've long been used to this kind of mismatch, and no one is in the mood to deal with me now.

In Provence, the holy land of lavender, you can feel the fragrance of lavender when you walk on the road casually.

In this fragrance, the group of young people is more spring.

But at that moment, I completely forgot that I myself seemed to be young.

Hu Xiao and Aldridge walked on the road with a smile and a smile, and from a distance, they were talented and beautiful, and they really looked a little made in heaven.

Thinking of Hu Xiao's cold murderous aura, as well as her suitors who didn't know where to line up, I quickly put this thought behind me.

The bustling city of Provence and the crowds of people don't pay much attention to us as foreign tourists. It seems that everyone has become accustomed to foreign visitors.

Looking around at the scenery on the side of the road, suddenly, I found that the passers-by who were originally walking leisurely had excited expressions and rushed in one direction.

That posture is quite the momentum of domestic aunts rushing to buy things.

Is this going to be paid, or what's wrong?

"Let's go, let's go, it's rare to come once, go and see the excitement. Seeing this, Hu Xiao said.

The boss spoke, and the employees immediately chose to comply. Besides, looking at everyone's expressions, they are all a little curious.

So, in that crowd, there was a group of Orientals.

And, the Americans, who don't see much of a difference.

Where the crowds flocked was the square of Provence.

Because of the design similar to the ancient Roman gladiatorial arena, when we arrived, the situation in the center of the square was also clearly visible.

In the middle of the square, a group of Western priests moved their lips slightly, not knowing what to say.

Missionary, is it?

Thinking about it, the original sense of curiosity has also faded a lot.

Just when I was in a bad mood, a white-haired missionary at the head stepped forward, took out a vial, and poured some liquid into the clearing in front of me.

I frowned, my heart beating slightly, and I felt like something mysterious was about to happen.

Suddenly, the wind rose.

Although the winter in Provence is also more than ten degrees, the cold wind makes me shiver.

Wrapping up my clothes, I missed the show in the middle of the square at that moment.

The sound of the crowd screaming drew my gaze back.

In the center of the square, the priests smiled and received the cheers and praises of the people. And all this came from the large fields of lavender that suddenly appeared swaying in the wind under their feet.

Get a new lease on life...

There was a lot of talk around, and many people were amazed by this "miracle". I looked at Hu Xiao, and at this moment she was also shocked, discussing something with Aldridge next to her.

The laughter in the crowd had to hide himself by shock. I don't know if she has been like this all these years all these years.

But I don't know if she is happy, or sometimes she is distressed by not being able to express her emotions naturally.

Compared to her, it seems that I am lucky. At least no one will notice me if I look disdainful here.

So, with this indifferent and slightly disdainful expression, I looked around.

The priests smiled and solemnly in the exclamations, like gods descending on earth. The square, full of their believers. After the carnival, with a pious face, he bowed and worshipped.

What would the world be like if these devout believers, under the direction of their faith, carried out some activities?

If one day, the gods of the West use their believers to launch an attack on the demon clan, what will happen to the demon clan?

After sighing, I quickly stopped this thought, what if there is a crow?

The lavender is still in bloom in the square, and the priests are preaching there. My gaze has fallen elsewhere.

Liu Tian in the crowd looked at the square with a light smile.

The gentle, shallow smile on my face made me slightly sluggish.

Suddenly, there was an illusion of déjà vu and going back in time.

Suddenly, in the crowd, there was a burst of exclamations.

The lavender, which was originally in full bloom, withered and turned to ashes in an instant.

It was as if it had been burned by fire.

The ashes all over the ground were blown by the wind, and people subconsciously covered their eyes with their hands, for fear that the dust would fly in.

The piety of the previous moment was diluted a lot by the ashes in the sky.

The priests' faces changed slightly, and then they returned to normal, still with a faint smile, looking at the people in the square who were in a little commotion.

They didn't speak, they didn't move. Just watched quietly, like a god, quietly watching his own believers.

And this quietness gave them inexplicable stability. Gradually, the composure of the crowd regained its composure. The ashes were already floating, passing through their hairs and blurring their eyes, but their expressions were serene and calm.

The power of faith has given them the strength to have peace of mind just when they come into contact with them for the first time.

"Don't be fooled by them, this group of people is a liar. There are no gods in this world at all, everything is just a deception of their eyes!"

Not far away, an angry voice rang out.

With black hair, black eyes and yellow skin, an oriental teenager looked at the group of priests with a look of anger.

Behind him, followed by a blond boy. Seeing his companion accusing the priest, his face suddenly turned a little pale, and he pulled his companion's clothes. As if to dissuade him.

The people, who had only settled down a moment ago, were once again in a commotion when the gods in their hearts were accused. They looked at the two teenagers with angry expressions, if their eyes could kill, I am afraid that these two people would have been pierced through their hearts by thousands of arrows.

Although everyone was full of anger, no one spoke out like a teenager.

Maybe in their opinion, dealing with others in the same way at this moment will make them look like the other person, so disgusting.

So, they just looked angrily at the two teenagers who suddenly arrived.

It's just that this gaze is enough to make one of them tremble. He tugged at his companion's clothes once more, looking behind him several times. It seems that as long as his companions let up, he will choose to flee with him.

Once again, however, his companion let him down. He still blames the priests, and many times in his words analyzes the reasons for the emergence of these lavender from a scientific point of view.

It's just that they suddenly turned to ashes and are still floating in the air today, and there is not a word about them.

And the priests smiled as always in the process of the teenager's accusation. It's not so much blame as praise.