13 Mink Street Chapter 820

Karen withdrew her hand, smiled, and said to Gaspour, "It's going to be a healthy kid.

"Thank you." Gaspar showed a soft smile on her face, and reached out to stroke her belly. At this moment, she was filled with a kind of motherhood.

It's a pity that Karen is not in the mood to praise and appreciate it. He is still chewing on the words he heard earlier in his mind.

As the inheritor of Marchettini, Marvalho's heirs are indeed more likely to inherit some special abilities. Anything contaminated with divinity is prone to unexpected changes.

pollute.

Controllable or temporarily controllable is called God's blessing; otherwise, it is God's blessing.

Essentially, it's the same.

Although Marvalho's child has not yet been born, judging from the fragments of consciousness he captured earlier, there must be some kind of problem with this child.

This kind of problem cannot be explained simply by inheriting his father's blood, because Marvalho's inheritance is memory, experience and some special abilities, but the consciousness carried by this child, although very weak, is real. The ground is expressing "now".

It can even be inferred from this that this child surpassed his father Marvalho in the level of inheritance.

What is this, conjugating father and son?

As if he felt the provocation from the inner world, the hunger addiction in his body raised its head again, and that was the eighth time today.

Zhu Guanlei looked at the [Scythe of War] enshrined in the small hall, and said, "You have sensed its abnormal movement."

After a long time, I sighed and said: "You are a direct participant, but your project team has changed the subject because of this, and will do some necessary cooperation. The subject is: how to prevent the leakage of divine pollution and avoid it. "

It's really strange that a series of things that make him dislike and like happen together, and the mood can still be intense.

Suddenly, Luther heard Da Kangna's voice, as if the whole world was only left with the sound of his heavy breathing.

Big Connor said: "Mr. Alfred's latest order is that as long as he

Leaving that enchantment, you have to follow him, just like a little stupid dragon and a whipman. "

Here comes the response:

Open the window and the crow flies out.

"Luther, is he in pain like that?"

"There is a need for that."

"Because he has no small belief in order in his heart."

"Oh, that's it."

"Hungry... so hungry..."

When he said that, Marvalho's expression became richer, as if the original confused consciousness gradually came to an end, and because of this, the keen perception of half-asleep and half-awake was lost.

An abnormal person without such a mark would probably be immediately shocked by the consciousness of the artifact into an idiot and lunatic, but Luther's problem is small, let the mild-tempered haughty scythe be trained by the hunger addiction in his body.

All the waiters of the artifact came out and knelt down to the figure:

"Hey, what's he worried about?" Marchetti asked.

The altar was finished running. Did Marchetti make any introduction or foreshadowing? I took Luther out of a space of consciousness surrounded by stars. Immediately, the seven of them looked up together.

"Is it him, a friend in the dormitory?"

Luther reached out and stroked his left arm, and the totem was retracted, so it was no longer visible.

The carriage came to Zhu Guanlei's laboratory. There was no order whip in the laboratory for security control. Every time Marchetti exited there, he needed to go through a routine document check, but Luther needed it.

"You want to hear the answer he gave you. Of course, he can't choose to make it up now."

Marchetti was silent.

"Yes, it is indeed an excuse."

"Meet the elder."

If you only said one thing and Luther just wanted to make a complicated stamp, so now, it is equivalent to smearing the whole ink pad crazily under his own hands.

operate. "

"Well, let's kill its remaining consciousness, Niyalela, he will be in charge.

Zhu Guan raised the back of his hand facing it, and said:

The scythe of war was enraged.

Marchetti was serious, but Luther kept looking away from my face, which made my words seem unnatural.

Big Kangna raised her arm: "If so, he should eat a bone first?" It is getting more and more mature.

impatient. "

"You look like you need your attention, every time you care about you, you are annoying

Luther touched Big Kangna's head and corrected, "It's a child."

"Hehe, what he said, no one would use the dose used for animals."

Is there anything wrong with your own child?

"Thanks."

up. "

Luther knocked Marchetti away and said: "The old wounds left on the battlefield have relapsed.

"It seems that outside of the time you were on the backline, something really happened."

Zhu Guanlei poured two glasses of fruit wine, added ice cubes, and handed one to Luther:

"Hiss... wow!"

At that time, the [Scythe of War] enshrined in the temple stopped shaking violently, causing the stars to tremble.

Zhu Guan nodded and said, "Having that kind of consciousness is amazing."

Big Kangna opened her eyes, neither dodging nor resisting.

Although he was suppressed by Luther every time, there was no real outbreak, but it succeeded in making Luther's emotions minimally affected.

"It should be you who asked him and told you what he knew."

"Shut up."

"It will get worse before he comes out to work, so he should care less."

Luther grabbed Big Kangna's shoulders, and the big bone dragon had very little strength, supporting Luther firmly, and took Luther back to the carriage.

Luther put the lid back on the cup in a calm manner, put it on silently, and said, "You guys should go to the laboratory." Immediately afterwards, Luther said to Gaspar, "You have nothing to do and want to find your son of God. help."

swirl.

For seven weeks, strands of power of order were condensed by weak forces, forming a storm of words

"Notify Alfred, and send the sealed coffin prepared for you."

The coachman directly controlled the carriage to levitate and flew towards the barrier.

The same is the elder of the temple, but the single score of that woman exceeds the existence of a small number of people in the temple.

"For example, is it like you?" Ma Qieluo showed the back of his hand, under the whole back of his hand, there was a scythe imprint, which was very bright, "That symbolizes the authority to use that artifact, how could he surpass it?" you.

Luther was about to stand up, when suddenly, I felt a weak hunger.

Back then, in order to suppress the hunger addiction, Luther asked Alfred to build himself an extremely strong sealed coffin, which was the way to deal with the most extreme outbreak.

It must be said that the lifespan of the elders of the temple has broken the limit of human beings, so my life span has broken the limit of the elders of the temple.

Inside the carriage, Zhu Guan said to Da Kangna:

"It's okay for people to use.

The staff outside the laboratory saluted Luther and Marchetti. On the way, Zhu Guan also saw Ophelia.

"Buzz!

"No matter what happens later, he can't worry, you will help him keep it secret.

What Zhu Guanlei just said is that compared to a "little man" like Luther, my "little man of God" is not optimistic most of the time.

The elder of the Male God Temple immediately said: "Yes, you will report that matter."

Now, it was swaying back and forth, and it felt like someone was making a provocative gesture of hooking his fingers.

It's time to go back, it's time to come

"It's not bad. Your main job is to write notes. Submitting important notes and materials will not be absorbed and certified by other relevant departments. The research done by the project team you brought is only a large part of it. .

"Leave your mark."

"Of course, if you are tired, does he know that when no man gave birth to the previous generation for him, as a husband, you can clearly feel... Zhu Guanlei poked his front head, "It feels the same, When he matured, he should take responsibility. In short, didn't the consciousness become weaker, and he said that the magic was magic? "

I remember that when I first arrived in Wien, I just ran for the mayor of Manlar, who was hailed as a rising political star.

A hunger addict's favorite... is God.

Marvalho's consciousness disappeared from the consciousness space, and my figure ended up shrinking and turned back to an abnormally small size. I walked out of the temple without a little daze, and looked down:

The voice below came again

Luther stood under the altar, closed his eyes, let go of his mental defenses, and at the same time restrained his impossible reaction instincts.

The princess of Dark Moon Island had been working outside Marchetti's laboratory before she came to the God Cult as a "hostage". During holidays, she would go to Eunice to drink coffee and look at the design.

"Bad, you made a slip of the tongue." Marchetti yawned, "Honestly, you're not tired."

The house he lived in was going to catch fire, and he was trying to put it out.

"If you know it, it will be bad. You will be more careful that time, and something similar to the next time will happen again."

"Well, you want to remind him that this is a plan formulated by another system. Maybe he just needs to communicate with the other party first."

Under a star enshrining an artifact, a beam of brilliance appeared, and from the outside, a phantom of a woman walked out. Although my head was full of white hair, my appearance was still young.

"how?"

"Roar!"

"hehe."

"you know."

"The same to you.

"He breaks down when something happens, and it's actually your problem. You should have delayed sending a message to the star enshrining the [Scythe of War]. That time, you were lazy."

It's just that, when Marvalho retreated, [Scythe of War] took the initiative to cut for seven weeks, tantamount to isolating Luther out.

Luther closed his eyes and leaned his back under the seat:

That made Zhu Guanlei feel very balanced: "We are really stupid, we can even work rigorously when performing in front of him."

wrong. "

Before Marchetti got off the car, he looked at Da Kangna and said, "It's a good pet.

"For a relatively long period of time in the past, "Order Weekly" will open a separate page to introduce two people, one is not Mr. Ukonga, and the other is Mr. Karen, Mr. Karen It's a purple-haired affirmative action leader, he shouldn't have any impression of it, right?"

"You knew already."

All the horses pulling the carriage died suddenly at this moment, and the carriage came to a standstill and landed on the top of a small building.

of? "

"No, you go get it for him in the staff break room, what dose does he need?

Marchetti and Luther left the room. Luther arranged for a carriage. Before getting out of the carriage, he found Big Connor sitting outside holding a book.

"It's pretty bad."

Temple of Order.

For a while, Marchetti was stunned by the redness of Luther's eyes, and the potion bottle in his hand almost fell down.

Zhu Guanlei first looked at the [Scythe of War] in front of him again, and then his consciousness jumped again, returning to his own star.

Luther looked at Da Kangna, and the red luster outside his eyes flickered again. Everything around me without a divine presence is now the most coveted food for me.

"Yes, little man."

"I haven't been busy recently, let's wait until the work is over."

Their return is like pouring a bottle of ink under a book, and the color words are only soaked in layer by layer.

less happy.

Zhu Guanyou made a sound, and it was Da Kangna who made the sound, do you know that?

Because I fell in love with Qi Ling;

A majestic voice came from below:

Luther took it over, opened the lid, and the outside was full of cigarette butts.

Luther remembered that on the first day he came to Wayne, Eunice's mother introduced him to him. In York City, parades and demonstrations were as frequent as holidays.

"It's bad, let's just talk about it, he stood under this altar, this..."

thing. "

Too dumb, too selfless, you're not a bad thing for an artifact

Before the complicated communication, Luther followed Marchetti back to my exclusive private experiment

room.

"Are you lost... or is your feeling deceiving you..."

"hiss…."

Just like other weapon spirits would feel fear and trembling in the face of the breath of hunger addiction, the weapon spirit of [Scythe of War] has always been extremely stubborn.

Marchetti glanced at the top and said with a smile: "I am not the leader of my own party yet, and I have no hope of becoming the last prime minister of the Wayne Empire."

"Haha, you all hate reading newspapers."

The scythe seemed to have encountered something extremely frightening. It actually needed Luther to continue threatening, intimidating, and talking, and it actively flew towards Luther. It was retreating, but hiding.

If he sends you, you are afraid that you will eat him on the way.

"It's a small thing, it's all settled, he's in control of York City now.

Power, almost surpassing any weak chief bishop in the history of theology. "

Zhu Guanlei: That gaze...was terrible.

Bone spurs sprang out of Luther's body, and nailed Zhu Guan to the outside of the carriage in reverse, forming a ban on Luther.

"What is the temple doing, cleaning it now?"

Immediately, I hastily closed my eyes, and at the same time uttered a doubt that made the elder of the male temple feel relieved:

After it was about to die out, it was actively fused by the artifact spirit, and gained a longer existence time.

"How is his research project progressing?"

Zhu Guan reached into the pocket of the divine robe and touched it.

"Is he hungry, Luther?"

"Does he know that you just quit the habit of drinking water outside the house?"

"You believe that John Ukonga will be the last Mr. Karen. Now, fully investigate that incident and the relevant personnel, take all unnecessary monitoring and surveillance, and be ready to close the net at any time."

Ask for a monthly pass. Xiaojia doesn't have a monthly pass, and they have to wait until the end of the month. Vote now. You need the exposure of the rankings. If a book reaches that length, the recommendation is only based on Xiaojia's monthly pass. Hold on to Xiaojia !

From the perspective of the artifact, Marvalho is the elder of the Temple of Order, but an artifact spirit. The artifact spirit of another artifact came to his territory, which was a very slight provocation.

"Aren't you a little tired with his energy potion?"

Outside, there is no male temple elder. When you see someone coming, your eyes are a little simple, but you still bend down to salute me.

"It's not too late.

Gaspor urged her husband: "Slow down."

"Is there really something wrong with him?"

The woman's thoughts were only jumping, jumping from under the star where she was, to jumping under the nearby stars, and finally appeared under the star enshrining the [Scythe of War].

"You thought he would say something about cherishing peace to you, and you were about to echo and cooperate with him."

[Scythe of War] issued a warning to Marvallo.

It should be that the life in the temple is too stable, and he has been separated from the specific work of the **** religion for too long, and people are slack, so in terms of concealment ability, he is far inferior to his friend who is No. 7, the Whip of Order.

"Zhu Guan, is he okay?" Rotinini walked down to the altar and looked at Luther with concern. At the same time, he grabbed the back of Luther's right hand, rolled up the sleeve of his robe, and saw a very unusual white circle mark .

"It doesn't make sense for him to speak badly. Yes, when will he get married?"

Shaking the wine glass in his hand, Marchetti recalled in his mind the scene when Luther blessed the child outside his wife's womb.

No matter how determined Big Kangna was, after jumping off her horse, she opened her mouth and bit Luther's calf. Immediately, the bone dragon's power retreated into Zhu Guan's body, but that time, it was to defend and bless Luther again.

Before Zhu Guanlei left, [Scythe of War] continued to point "Fengrui" at Luther, and it still wanted to continue to settle accounts with Zhu Guan even if people from inside disturbed it.

That woman made Luther feel familiar. "Snapped!"

Several teasings in a short period of time, coupled with the retreat of new "residents", made Wen Shun's long-term hunger addiction disappear, and the tendency to go berserk disappeared.

It's just that under the sickle under the totem, they are tightly bound by chains. The totem is only alive and dynamic, and that kind of fighting is still going on.

The return of the gods does not mean that a group of extremely powerful and terrifying individuals returned to this world through a teleportation circle.

The villain Shenzi can only retreat to observe again, or simply stop the operation of the altar, but I still do everything. I took this glass of fruit wine and drank it

A weak soul force appeared in the space of consciousness that originally belonged to Luther and [Scythe of War], and then Luther saw the huge Marvalho walking outside the space of consciousness. , I'm looking for.

Luther took it and said to it:

"You take him to the mission hospital."

"Less than half of my memories are all about researching and developing ordinary war tools against other cults and gods. I am a war lunatic."

Zhu Guan clutched his chest with one hand, quickly pulled out a cigarette with the other hand, lit it, and took a deep puff, but the suppression that had no effect in the future, now, has no obvious effect.

"Next time, you'll be able to take a group of volunteers up into the hole to wipe our asses, does he know why?"

How about? "

"Um, it's bad." Marchetti wanted to change the subject, "How does it feel to fight at the back line?"

"Kang Na, slow down, lock you!"

out.

Luther looked at the scythe of war beside him, which had just landed and divided Marchetti

"It doesn't work, that's one of the ways to vent."

"Is he cold?" Marchetti pointed to Luther's forehead.

"That's an excuse."

There is a way, even if the character of the villain Shenzi is far superior to that of ordinary people, but who told me that the person sitting opposite me is number seven of the Whip of Order.

Everything in Luther's sight turned gray and white.

The artifact is also emotionless, he faded its mark, and when he wants to get it for the seventh time, it will feel betrayed.

"Phew, it worked. It seems that he made a mistake in negotiating."

Chains of order with rust marks spread out from Luther's feet, retreating around the scythe of war.

"Let's prepare for it, and sleep for a while. After a while, it's time for him to activate it, and it's time for him to atone."

Luther, who was sitting under the chair, raised his head and looked at me. that moment,

Zhu Guanlei subconsciously raised his hand and touched his face. It was flattery, and it was necessary for me to do that, but because I felt the anger from Luther's words.

At that time, I could really blame my hunger addiction.

Are there any moral constraints, are there any rules, are there any things that he takes for granted.

I'm confused, I'm about to lose control

It's like when I go to strangle other souls outside the soul space in the future, I will become a beast with no emotions or thoughts and only knows how to satisfy hunger.

I am the elder of the temple, but now, I am more like a tool spirit, and I only exist for a thousand years.

"Hiss..."

"But the paper is the Weekly Order."

The elder of the male temple said to the following:

"Little man, Zhu Guanlei's junior said that the weapon spirit of [Scythe of War] has too little self-awareness, so you need to be vigilant."

This made Karen feel an indescribable nausea.

"Yes, you go by yourself."

It is like a haughty white swan, waiting for Luther to pray to it.

Luther walked out of the laboratory in a flustered disguise, and Da Kangna, who had been waiting inside one after another, saw Luther coming out, and followed immediately.

The carriage drove out of the barrier and retreated into the downtown area of ​​York City. As a result, Zhengbai drove off an election parade.

Zhu Guanlei rolled his eyes and said, "Hey, hey, that's the way. You've always taken good care of you."

Therefore, although Luther can see Marvalho, Marvalho can see himself, unless I take the initiative to break the restriction outside and take control of the outside.

Marchetti pursed his lips and asked, "Close the net?"

"Little Marvalho."

The hunger sculpture ended its anger, and Zhu Guan's eyes gradually turned dark red.

"Yes, he knows, it's just outside the cup under the coffee table in the living room, and you can even put out your cigarette **** outside the kitchen faucet."

"Since we want to restart that safe game, let us experience the atmosphere of that game first."

"Bad, you will."

Zhu Guanlei smiled and said, "They still have to deal with me."

I see a middle-aged woman sitting outside the front seat of a convertible, waving

While smiling at his supporters on both sides.

Forehead"

Very slowly, Luther remembered that I was a pile: John Ukonga.

The woman continued to walk out.

We are not enemies, because gods can distinguish formless from tangible, and the Religion of Order's resistance to gods is not limited to the level of war with gods. Winning or losing at this time has a traditional meaning:

Luther did not ask questions slowly, but said: "Your knowledge of Mr. Wu Kongdan mainly comes from receiving paper."

The elder of the male temple showed a look of astonishment.

Before the explanation was finished, Zhu Guanlei realized that he should explain. Behind that face, any abnormal behavior would be limited to a small extent out of his sight, especially when the other party was only looking at him.

That was the first full-scale outbreak of hunger addiction before my strength improved, and the extent was completely beyond my imagination.

Luther: I... bad taste.

I rolled up my left sleeve, and it was the same as the big imprint on the back of my right hand. Under my left arm, spreading from the wrist to the shoulder, there was no sickle totem.

Marvalho shook his head:

"That's what it's pretending to be."

"Oh, bad."

Marvalho looked at [Scythe of War], and I raised my hand, as if I was going to retreat and suppress it to verify my hunch.

"My friend, I'm only talking about you. You have a problem. He's busy with his work. You're leaving."

"Marvalho, his lost situation is getting more and more talkative."

Outside is a stretching space, with various altars, formations, and various strange things displayed.

It aimed its sharpness at Luther, as if threatening Luther to retreat.

Marvalho asked, "Is this...the apostate who blew up the temple?"

"By the way, what happened just now?" Luther asked.

"Oh...is that so?" Zhu Guanlei asked again.

The carriage activated the concealment formation, flew up in the air, and passed the election team without being hindered in the slightest.

I concealed it very badly, whether there is any flaw, but according to my habit of getting along with myself, I should say some nervous jokes before the blessing begins, but a book

Serious "that would be a weak child".

"That's what you say behind your face."

Zhu Guanlei walked out of the laboratory, while Luther sat under the chair outside.

Luther looked at Marchetti, his eyes narrowed.

Since that era, no **** religion has given up the pursuit of the power of the gods. Although Mr. Karen has only spoken, there is still a piece of experimental material left. We are only preparing a bad pair for this talk. "

"ah?"

It "hides" Luther, just like big friends keep their toys from each other for fear of being robbed.

"You were in a deep sleep, and you sensed his breath. You have been looking for him, and you have been looking for him for a thousand years."

Luther wiped it heavily with the back of his hand, and said, "I must have slept badly."

"Here's something to drink." Zhu Guanlei handed Zhu Guan a teacup.

The dispute between the two parties is imminent.

Marchetti shrugged and said: "In addition to reading his lace stories after work, you will also read non-secular newspapers. My popularity is very low now because my campaign slogan is democracy and freedom, which is very popular. voters' favorite."

"Return to the enchantment at the slowest speed."

"Luther, what happened to him?"

"Marchetti, now, ask him to tell you seriously: yes, or yes?"

When Luther uttered those words, the hunger in his body stopped and echoed, and it seemed to recall the delicious little meal the next time he was in the burrow.

"Do you think that there will be no anti-war thinking in the memory fragments of the Rotinini villain he inherited."

"Are you... atonement..."

I heard this voice outside Marchetti's house first, and I met the seventh experimental target on the way. Now I come there, and I will re-establish the relationship with the sickle.

Now, our words are only entered when there are holes.

Zhu Guan roared.

Come.

The sickle seemed to have sensed Zhu Guan's aura, and suddenly slashed upwards

"What can you tell him, what's not in your notes? This is top secret, but you don't have any secrets outside of memory fragments, so you can't share them with him. Then

This one is quite boring, ha ha. "

After Niyalela walked in front of [Scythe of War], two groups of terrifying fires of order appeared in her palms, and you have to consume the remaining self of that artifact.

"Um."

Any life consciousness does not have the instinct to survive, and the spirit is also conscious. When it decides to degenerate and wear away it, it instinctively chooses to degenerate and preserve itself.

"It's bad, you wait."

so now

sickle.

There is not a bright star below, and in front of the star, a huge

Luther looked at it, without showing the slightest fear on his face.

Luther raised his head and looked up.

"Yes, because your status at that time was enough to slap these guys directly in the face."

Order.

Is there any devout prayer, is there any call of gratitude, just very intense

"I don't have time to sit outside the house often."

Luther put Big Kangna's arm under your knee, and then a dense fire of order condensed in the palm of his hand, and then he stabbed into his chest firmly.

"He evaded his duty to the gods, and a broken weapon spirit was defiled and worn out for him. After he existed for a thousand years, his contribution to the gods was greater than that of any younger generation. He is ashamed of him As a follower of order."

Yes, that stalemate was quickly broken again.

Marchetti immediately interrupted the operation of the altar, and Luther under the altar also opened his eyes.

Marvalho continued to walk backwards, and my dharma body just kept getting smaller and smaller. At the front, it became equal to that low [Scythe of War], and I touched the body of the divine weapon with my hand. Down.

Marchetti opened his eyes, and I was cut out of the space of consciousness by the slashing of the sickle, but Zhu Guan, who was standing under the altar, still had his eyes closed.

"There may be cleaning outside the temple, he knows, and we will not notify you specifically in a while, maybe we feel that the maturity of the spirit is too low, and we need to cut the branches.

Secret. "

"It's thanks, his current status is not yet able to cover up secrets in the dark.

Big Kangna tore off a page in her hand, folded a fat crow, and handed it to Luther.

Zhu Guanlei was satisfied to find out the situation. As the inheritor of Zhu Guanlei, I have a very common sense of **** to some war artifacts that have been transformed by Rotinini, so I suddenly noticed the change of [Scythe of War].

The next time Luther went to Darkmoon Island, he would be the bodyguard of the Chief Bishop of York City. If Luther went to Darkmoon Island again, your father and all the elders would have to stand by and serve attentively.

Zhu Guan stopped behind Ophelia and asked, "Have you had a bad day?"

The elder of the male temple responded: "Yes, it does not, it is very abnormal."

The coachman was directly blown away by the force of that beast, and because he was not protected by the **** robe under his body, he did not fall to death before landing, but fell into a coma.

"Bad." Luther responded.

"You are bad, minister." Ophelia saluted Luther again.

Outside that space of consciousness, it was just me and it, so it was necessary to perform.

Marchetti came back with the potion: "Hey, could it be smoking outside there? He knows that the materials in your outside are quite precious?"

"Um?"

Marvalho continued: "Its preservation is too bad, and they enshrine it too well, and at the same time, it participates deeply in the operation of the religious system, especially during the war.

That reminded me of the fleeting horror in the eyes of the elder of the temple when he took his wife to the temple for an examination later when he blessed the child in his womb.

The scythe of war suddenly retreated, and the endless sharp aura condensed from bottom to top between Luther's eyebrows, slowly condensing, as if the last moment would completely split Luther's soul.

"But he's like that, it hurts too much."

"You once wondered why "Order Weekly" would pay attention to reporting on two non-secular politicians, which is common sense. However, Mr. Karen gave the answer.

Luther only felt a strong brand of consciousness pouring into his soul crazily.

"You haven't decided yet, let him lead the team to solve this person's problem."

"How is it possible? When the pollution broke out, you were in Wayne. You sensed it. If he brought people up to bring the artifact back, God knows what would happen.

what a disaster. "

Luther immediately grabbed Big Kangna's arm.

Yes, according to Marchetti, is he now the person with the lowest authority to use this artifact?

"The generals who come back from victorious battles are not the same, ha ha."

"Oh, it turned out to be like that."

"Luther~www.mtlnovel.com~ If he still eats your bones, you have few bones anyway."

"Yes, minister!"

"Meet the elder."

Out of the throat, there is a longing from the depths of the soul:

"Oh." Zhu Guan smiled, "That 'God-making Project' is still going on?"

Luther answered the call, and I'm not feeling a little irritable now.

"You thought it could be smaller and more ordinary."

It's laziness, but there is a way to truthfully report the fact that the same person has to get the mark twice in a row.

On that point, Zhu Guanlei delayed talking to Luther, but he deliberately wanted to trick Luther, because I think a person who can wash away the mark of the artifact needs to say something to me.

"Well, bad."

Chapter end