Fantasy game evolution

"Don't let Melt leave this house today, you are the same." Facing Jike within his expectation, Ling Yan nodded with a very understanding expression: "If you have to go and see that. If you say the saint, then I will follow you-and Meihu~"

"This will be avoided." In the face of Ling Yan's words, although Jike probably heard something, as soon as he heard the second half of the sentence, he dignified the leader of the Golden Lock.

As for going to see the saint or something?Sorry, Jike doesn't have the mood and effort, but Melt might go and see it because he is too free today?——Although she is not a believer in angels.

——Find a reason to drag it, right?

For Ling Yan's words, Jike thought in his heart what he should do. After all, he still believed in Ling Yan's words-especially because of his suffering with a terrible woman.

"Hey, what are you two big men talking about over there?" At this moment Melt said to the two men talking on the other side: "It's not a shameful thing, right?"

"Spare me, we weren't good people in the first place, right?" When facing Melt, Jike's tone was full: After all, this is the only situation that he doesn't have the so-called prestige and appearance of the so-called non-corrupting golden lock boss.

Also, what he did was shameful, right?

"According to the guys in some places, the behavior of not eroding the golden lock is not bad." At this time, Himiko put down the tea cup in his hand and said seriously.

"Then I really thank you for your compliment." Although he heard a terrible woman's approval, he just couldn't be happy-in any sense.

"Then, let me get something to eat first?" As if she was about to change the subject, she stood up and smiled at Ling Yan: "After all, someone wants to eat meat now and thinks they are going crazy, right?"

"It hasn't reached that point yet." Facing Himihu, Ling Yan sighed helplessly: "But it's true that you want to eat meat."

"Sure enough, you guys are not suitable for places like churches." Jike said in a tone that didn't know whether to call it ridicule or comfort, "It seems that I really can't see the time when you are baptized as a priest. what."

"You are the same." Facing Jike's words, Ling Yan said another fact: "There is no alcohol there, and even the tea you drink is just plain water."

"That's really hell." Jike blinked, his tone of voice added a trace of fear of not knowing the authenticity: "The days without drinks, it is really hard to imagine."

As the saying goes, three-year-old children in prison will drink alcohol. If you let people like Jike stay away from tobacco and alcohol for a few days-that kind of day, the prison people said: Let's jump off the building collectively-ah!Jump into the city!

"The food there is not good." Melt nodded unexpectedly: "Although I guessed it."

"After all, after Xiandai went there once, he came back with a sad face."

"That kind of thing is normal, right? In every sense." Ling Yan understood Melt's words very well.

After all, I was pointed out along the way, and the food I ate was something that I couldn’t eat at all. It would be a ghost if I didn’t become a berserker in that situation!

"Then I will help, too." Melt said suddenly, "Anyway, there is nothing to do today. I can help a little bit if you are so pitiful? How about?"

Although the brainwashing ability of the saint and the church in prison is getting lower and lower, it still won't interfere with their popularity in prison (?).

At any rate, it is also a deep-rooted sect, even the regular customers in Melt's tavern-prisoners are good guys, and they are all angel believers.

This is why Melt can rest today after the news of the ceremony is being publicized-because there are no guests at all!

However, this is exactly the situation Ling Yan wants-it can completely change the fate of a woman who felt that her death was unworthy even when she was [observing the world] from [God's perspective].

"Then I will trouble you." Facing Melt's hospitality and the two terrifying auras that exuded from the kitchen after she entered, Ling Yan looked at Jike with a twitching face and sat on the sofa helplessly. Waiting for time to pass--

At the same time, waiting for the reward of the final evidence that would make Jick completely believe his words.

Although this evidence—is the source of disaster for this world, and—

An artificial sad fact.

The flash track is here-you know!

I want to update like crazy!-Blame it!

Ask for collection and ticket~

Chapter One Hundred and Eleven

It’s not far from the time of the ceremony. At this time, it’s in the square where the saint saw it. There is still some time when people are chatting in twos and threes, basically boasting that the saint has given people hope. The continent of China floats, as long as we believe in the saint, we will definitely be saved——

Basically speaking, it's all in this tune.

As mentioned earlier: For churches that have lost their brainwashing ability, there are still a lot of diehard loyalties. It seems that now after 00, they absolutely know that Teacher Cang is the so-called teacher of enlightenment.

These situations are exactly the same as the scenes that Ling Yan saw when he first came-although this time he was standing behind the saint with Tia.

Soon, there was a commotion in the crowd, and looking up, it turned out that a figure appeared on the rooftop.

But what is different from the surrounding expectations is that it was not the saint herself who appeared in the scene at that time, but Nadal went out first.

In the face of this situation, cursing was everywhere, Nadal calmly straightened his collar and declared to the people below:

"From now on, hold a meeting ceremony!"

Then the magnificent wind music sounded like a routine, and silence spread across the noisy square.

At the focal point of the crowd's sight, four guards appeared on the rooftop to replace the priest who went down.

Everyone held their breath and watched the boring movements of the guards, but the crowd was not in the slightest, because everyone knew that the next character to be on the stage was their long-awaited saint.

This allows the city to float and silences the group of people in the prison who are the furthest away from their faith.

Suddenly, in the depths of the pitch-black rooftop, a light flashed.

The light gradually brightened, allowing people to see where it came from--a girl wearing a pure white holy garment, but the light did not always come from the pure white holy garment. Every inch of the girl’s skin, hair, and even Her own existence is surrounded by a layer of clear white light.

Facing this kind of scene, Ling Yan, who was standing at the back, glanced at Raphaelia, who was sprinkling some luminous particles, and silently closed his eyes: It’s better to pretend that you don’t know this kind of thing, isn’t it?

Particles of light are scattered on the hair swaying in the wind, shoulders and arms that are not hidden under the holy clothing, transparent and clear as if inhuman, and under the closed eyes with a slight shyness, is the most advanced sculptor The face carved at the cost of life.

In this prison full of sexual desire and greed, she is too dazzling.

Even if many people have been disappointed in her and regard her as the enemy who killed their parents and family-they still can't hide this light!

"Ten years ago, we experienced a very sad thing." The saint's voice came out, echoing in the corner of this prison, and it passed into the ears and hearts of the crowd.

"The Great Crash--this incurable pain must still be stuck in most people's memories, right?"

At this time, she told the people who believed or didn't believe her about her own affairs and their affairs: "At that time, I had never lost the light."

"As an entourage of the ancestor Saintess, I have witnessed the tragic collapse of the great avalanche with my own eyes."

"It was an indescribable tragedy."

"Negligence of prayer-this is a sin that the saint can never forgive!"

"So, I won't let this happen!"

There was a slight commotion among the people gathered in the square, and the saint uttered everyone's fears.

That is to let everyone know, [I don’t have the willingness and determination to know nothing like a mentally retarded, I understand your feelings]!