I Became a God in a Horror Game: 534, witch trial (day +265+266)

"Phoebe." The pope lowered his head, his eyes were dim, "You? Are we? The best nun, this time the battle with the witch, you? You have to do a good job of being a spiritual symbol, don't let People blindly believe in Quan Paula, she has extraordinary power to demagogue people, you? You have to win her."

"Afterwards, I promise you to go to the island."

"But I'm not yet an adult, so can I?" Phoebe asked with a pure expression and a puzzled tone, "Castle in the sky, isn't it only grown-up nuns who can go there?"

Looking at Phoebe's pure and beautiful appearance, the Pope smiled meaningfully: "There are exceptions."

"The last special case queen left the island temporarily due to something, just a place was vacated for you? You? You have to take over his class and continue to perform the duties of a nun on the island, and replace everyone who goes to the island You seem to have the potential to purify the filth, so I give you permission to go to the island in advance."

Phoebe blinked, she smiled? Laughed?: "Then? I thank the Pope in advance?"

Unable to hear Phoebe's questioning tone, the pope nodded rather complacently, and then waved his hand: "You? Go down first, and I will explain the details to the bishop who led you. Now I will discuss other matters with him. .”

Phoebe bowed obediently and backed away.

After Phoebe left, the pope's face quickly darkened: "Has the male eel production situation improved?"

"No." The bishop shook his head with some fear on his face, "At first, the female eels that we stole from us continued to produce female eels, but gradually, there were one out of 10,000 eels. Two male eels, we? We were happy at first, because then these male eels can have **** with all the female eels, unlike before? Only one male eel can have sex, so the production speed will be faster, We? At that time, we asked all the women to hand over the eels that they could not digest, that is, the male eels, to the Holy See, saying that we? .”

"Soon, we ushered in the eel explosion period. In fact, at this time? The production speed of eels has been a little out of control. There are eels everywhere. The eel project was stopped, but because the people at that time were in such a situation, instead? They became more dependent and trusting on the Holy See who proposed the eel solution. The eel bones were brought in, and the popularity and income were getting higher and higher day by day, so the pope at that time acquiesced in the eel project's continuation.”

The bishop swallowed his saliva: "But wait? In the later stage, when the first witch appeared, the Pope was also... frightened. He really wanted to suspend the plan, but Quan Paula appeared .”

"As soon as she appeared, she attracted the attention of all the people. She appealed to the people not to blindly let women eat eels, but to find other ways, and she was willing to come out and solve everyone's problems first. Soon she formed St. The female patrol team, the Holy Maiden Patrol Team at that time was a spontaneous organization independent of the Holy See, and it solved problems quickly. The leader Quan Baola's attitude was vigorous and close to the people. La solved the problem, and the power of the Holy See gradually weakened. After hinting twice to Quan Paula that the saintess patrol who wanted to capture her was rejected, this made the Pope at that time furious and increased the intensity of male eels. "

"Under such circumstances, witches began to appear in piles, and the Holy See opened the prelude to the witch trial, but Quan Paula did not agree with this kind of trial. She clearly opposed this kind of trial and stood on the It is the opposite of the Holy See.”

"But in the later stage, there are more and more eels and witches, and the people who have been under the protection of the Saintess Patrol finally lost control. They fell to the Holy See. At this time, you seized this opportune moment, Successfully tried Quan Baola, and after Quan Baola was tried and defected, the country was finally completely under the control of the Holy See, and even the Saintess Patrol was incorporated into the Holy See."

"We? Finally stopped the eel project, but, but..."

The pope added the second half of the sentence in a gloomy tone: "But the output of male eels is completely out of control."

The bishop nodded tremblingly: "Yes! The male eels that cannot be digested by the preparatory witches collected from all over the country can already fill up the pool under the Sky City Prison, and this amount is still there. Keep going up, we? Don't even know? How many wild male eels there are in the wild..."

"This male eel is, but..." the bishop couldn't help shivering, and cried out in a broken voice, "But it needs our? intestinal juice to dissolve it, my lord pope!"

"Shut up!" The pope interrupted the bishop's screams viciously, "Don't I? Don't know?! Otherwise, why should I hide these male eels on the island of the sky to isolate these female eels Open?!"

The bishop shivered when he was yelled at, paused, and quickly said in a low voice: "Why? Why are there more and more male eels? Aren't all the eels produced all the time before?"

The Pope also fell into a weird silence.

That's right, aren't all the eels produced at the beginning are female eels? How did male eels suddenly start producing in abundance?

The other end.

The night was silent, everyone curled up on the ground and fell into a deep sleep. The full moon hangs in the sky, but half of it is blocked by a huge island.

Sitting on the top floor, Bai Liu narrowed his eyes as he looked at the island.

"You? You came up alone. Are you going to talk to Jiayi about something?" Tang Er? They didn't sleep, the others did, so when they saw Bai Liu coming up, he also came up.

Tang Er sat down next to Bai Liu, propping himself up, and turned his head to look at him: "You? Still worried about Jiayi?"

After all, this is the first time to take over the authority of a tactician, and it is such a crucial round.

"No, she is more thoughtful and prudent than me." Bai Liu shook his head, he looked up at the island, and said calmly, "I'm thinking about other things."

"What is it?" Tang Er asked.

"Jiayi just told me that the witch told her that the eels that are polluted in large quantities are all female eels, and that male eels cannot be digested by witches, but male eels are rare." Bai Liu was thoughtful, "Any creature has a tendency to overpopulate. In an overpopulated species, it is rare for females to outnumber males so much. Generally, males outnumber females."

"If a creature takes reproduction as its task, it will indeed produce a large number of females in the early days, but when the number of females reaches a certain amount, it will be reversed, and this creature will start again A large number of males are produced. Only in this way can the purpose of overbreeding be achieved."

Tang Er was a little puzzled, he hesitated and asked back: "You? You mean...Actually? There are still a lot of male eels that witches can't digest, right?"

"Well, this is my personal guess." Bai Liu paused, "Any kind of monster has its corresponding weaknesses and methods of elimination. This is the setting of this game. I'm actually thinking, if the witch's Digestive juice cannot destroy male eels, so according to the symmetrical setting of this game, the one that can digest male eels should be..."

Tang Er? Said slowly: "Male digestive juice."

Bai Liu smiled? "Bingo, that's what I thought, and I thought it was a little worse. I think it might be intestinal juice."

Tang Er felt a chill down his back. He looked at Bai Liu's wicked smile and raised his forehead helplessly: "I finally understand you. Why? Why did you bring me up to tell me this, Mu Si Sincerely want to hear you? This setting of guessing can make you jump up with your **** covered in fright.”

"Why? Guess it's intestinal juice?"

"Because if men can digest the eel's liquid, it's also saliva, then it's impossible that it hasn't been discovered in this case." Bai Liu held his chin, and said in a lazy tone, "Now the eel has been overdose to the point that it needs to go abroad The smuggling of women came here to solve the problem, but ordinary civilian families couldn’t afford the price of preparing witch services, and because of the large-scale witch trials, many families have lost a single woman.”

"In this extreme and desperate situation, some men will imitate the witch's behavior and swallow eels, trying to digest each other."

"Among the group of people we rescued downstairs, there were at least two men who did this. They? There are strange scratches on the corners of their mouths, which are still fresh."

"If it is true to assume that men's digestive juices can digest eels, then at least the upper digestive tract? This place where ordinary people are easy to experiment? It is unlikely, otherwise the situation of witches would not be so So one-sided, then I think it is relatively more difficult to experiment, or the lower digestive tract that few people think of is more likely.”

"That's the intestines."

"Jiayi's guess is consistent with mine, but at present she doesn't have any suitable candidates for the experiment, so there is no way to draw the most accurate conclusion. In order to avoid induction, she has not deduced herself for the time being. The conclusion? Tell the witch." Bai Liu glanced at Tang Er, "So our mission tomorrow is to save the witch who was judged, and we have another mission."

Bai Liu smiled and said: "——Then? It is to arrest a priest from the Holy See jury and give Jiayi an experiment."

Tang Er, who was sweating wildly, took a long breath: "This is no problem!"

Scared him to death! When Bai Liu glanced at him just now, he thought that Bai Liu was going to say that since there is a lack of people, he is not as good as you? Let's go and do experiments for Jiayi, this kind of thing is not impossible for this person!

On the other end, the Pope's Palace.

The smile on Phoebe's face when she came out of the main hall disappeared instantly, and turned into a bored expression. She walked quickly across the garden, and looked at her right hand before arriving at the nuns' hall. Looking at the ladder directly leading to the island, his gaze paused for a moment.

This ladder is shrouded in a layer of silver-blue light. When she came, she tried to go up twice, but she lost 17 points of blood and got nothing--like the pope said Like that, no one can get in without a key.

However, the 【scepter】as the key is held in the hand of the Pope without leaving it for a moment.

The Pope can lock Hearts into prison, so there must be something on him? There must be some special monster setting or buff. Before she finds out, she'd better not act rashly.

But that doesn't mean she can't move.

"Qi Yifang, the bishop, etc.? I will issue a mission for me to take charge of some witch trials. Do you remember, where did he ask me to go? You and Liu Ji will apply for which trial court to go to." Phoebe Qi Yifang ordered in a cold tone.

Qi Yifang asked suspiciously: "What are you going to do?"

Phoebe looked up at him. There was no emotion in her green eyes, but she had a pure smile on her face. She clasped her hands together and prayed devoutly: "What else can I do? ? Of course, to send the trial court to hell."

"—Isn't this the essential work of a nun?"

The pope can't move, so let's start with the priest at the bottom and see which floor of the Holy See the monster she can kill is on.

Qi Yifang was horrified by Phoebe's smile, but as a player with league quality, when he knew that Phoebe got the tactician authority, he knew that he had nothing to say to Phoebe One word, then? That is: "Good."

"Tomorrow will be a tough battle, so rest well tonight." Phoebe smiled and waved to Qi Yifang with a smile, "Remember to pray before going to bed, so that the Lord will bless you. Sleep well. "

Qi Yifang: "...Okay, okay qaq."

Woo, queen, missyou!

Phoebe returned to the nuns' hall. She was standing beside her white lace bed, and the silvery white moonlight was shining on the edge of the bed. She slowly raised her head and looked at the impossibly bright moon outside. Her long curly hair was shining brightly, her expression was indifferent and holy, her green eyes were like emeralds on a laurel crown, with a halo of haze, she closed her eyes, folded her hands together and prayed on her chest.

She has always stood and prayed, she never kneels down to anyone, even when praying, no one in this world can make her kneel down, not even God? No way.

"May the Lord bless..." Phoebe said? Here, she suddenly paused, and then she shrugged indifferently, "Of course you? It's okay if you don't protect me. I will personally? Let them? Go to hell."

After she finished speaking, she lay on the bed, with her head lying on the center of the pillow evenly, and there was no wrinkle on the quilt covering her. The way to sleep—it was the way her religious mother had taught her, like prayer.

It's all things that she didn't understand and found troublesome, but she's used to it.

As long as she can remember, she has been noticed by her father.

Her father looked at her in disbelief, and in a rare situation among a bunch of boys, he hugged her to his lap, took off the gun she was clutching tightly in his hand, and asked her: "You? Why? Why are you pointing a gun at your brother? Are you still loaded? Who taught you?"

How did she answer? It's like, "Kill him and I can get the bear in his hand. It's mine. I've warned him three times and he still hasn't returned it to me."

"No one taught me, but I saw you? Used it."

Her father asked the so-called her brother to return the bear to her, but the other party would only cry and scream, and refused to return it, and even wiped her tears with the bear, so she grabbed it without hesitation. She raised the gun and shot the little bear in the little boy's hand. The huge recoil of the gun dislocated her arm. Everyone stood up, including her father.

"What are you doing? Phoebe?!" Her father looked at her in surprise.

The stupid boy who snatched her little bear grabbed the wreckage of the little bear puppet that was smashed by the gun, and sat on the ground in fright, peeing all over the floor, she looked at her father, but He laughed strangely: "The little bear was dirty by him. I don't want it anymore, but he can't either."

Her father looked into her eyes, as if seeing a monster, or seeing a genius? He asked her in amazement: "You? How do you feel now, Phoebe? ?”

Phoebe smiled crookedly and said, "I feel very happy."

--A joy of sheer mastery, menacing opponents?

Since then, no one in Hinchmani's family has dared to **** what belongs to her. In order to compete for her a rightful heir, her father sent her biological mother, an unknown The woman married into the Hinchmani family.

The woman froze in place the first time she saw her.

Standing next to her father, she was ? dressed up like a little boy, wearing a little boy's riding boots, a little jacket, and her blond hair was ? cut a few centimeters short and ? , just saluted politely to his biological mother whom he had never met: "Welcome to the Hinchmani family, mother."

—she looked exactly like her father.

That night, her mother knelt on her bed and prayed all night. She shed tears and said, "I'm sorry, I came too late. They? turned you into this."

"You? It looks like you? A cold-blooded and cruel father..."

"Sorry, I shouldn't say that about you." She put her hands on her heart and prayed devoutly for her, "The Lord will protect us."

"Mom." Phoebe, who was lying on the bed, said coldly, "The Hinchmani family doesn't believe in gods, we? We only believe in ourselves. I respect your beliefs, but if you want to pray, you can go back Your own room, if it is not enough, I will ask the servant to build a special prayer room for you, if possible, please go back and rest, I have a firearms class tomorrow morning."

Her mother knelt beside her bed in silence for a long time, and left in a daze.

After taking her mother back, her life experienced brief upheavals. Her mother is really a very strange woman. She always has some unrealistic expectations and wishes. There are always some incomprehensible tears and prayers, and there are always some delusional longings for freedom, talking to herself all day long, saying that she hopes the Lord will destroy the dark family and let her and her children be free again.

A lot of people around her said in her ears that her mother was actually a lunatic.

But Phoebe doesn't think so, she thinks her mother should be a normal person, but in the Hinchmany family, normal people can't survive.

Just a poor and helpless normal person.

When her mother shed tears again and begged Phoebe to pray with her, Phoebe lowered her eyes and looked at her mother, very rarely agreeing to waste her time practicing martial arts and guns .

"Only five minutes." She said calmly, "I can pray with you for five minutes on Monday, Wednesday?, Sunday?"

Her mother wept with joy and said, enough is enough for the child.

She was put on the service of a nun, and when her mother said that she would kneel down and pray, Phoebe refused coldly. Her mother had nothing to do with her, so she had no choice but to kneel beside her and pray.

"Pray that my Phoebe can turn into a bird and escape from here, and go to a free paradise."

Phoebe followed up indifferently: "Pray that during training today, those idiots can fly guns and shoot themselves to death, and go to endless hell."

Mom Phoebe: "..."

After her mother cried and laughed and corrected Phoebe's prayers three or four times to no avail, Phoebe finally fell in love with this prayer(?) of verbal **** before going to bed, and ? Her mother, who had always felt weak and incompetent in the Hinchmany household, had condoned her damning act of prayer.

Isn't this an insult to her pious faith? Why? Instead of blaming her for doing something wrong, instead of covering her face and laughing helplessly every time she finished cursing?

Finally, once she asked, her mother looked at her with a smile and stroked her forehead: "People's unrealistic belief in gods is a kind of escape from their own weakness. You are right, praying is indeed a very weak act, no matter how much I pray, I have no way to take you away from Hinchmani's house. Under this premise, I have no way to criticize You?, because you? are right."

She asked: "Then? Why? Pray?"

"I'm not praying to God." Her mother answered her very softly, "I'm praying to my soul, to your soul, and I'm trying to tell them? If you are trapped here, you must have love and hope in your heart, whether it is you or me, you must maintain the original appearance of our souls, and wait for the day when we will turn into birds and fly away from here."

"Even if that? One day is the moment of death."

"This is just a reminder."

Her mother, dressed in a nun's service, knelt devoutly in front of her, closed her eyes and clasped her hands in the moonlight, whispering softly: "My child, Phoebe and I, someday? freedom."

Looking at her mother's pious, almost holy face in the moonlight, she saw for the first time that this woman possessed a power she had neglected.

——A kind of power that is completely different from holding a gun. It is a sense of belief that guns and external forces cannot be destroyed.

In something she believed in, even if it wasn't going to come true? Phoebe saw such a strange belief for the first time—a weak, pliable, yet indestructible belief, she dared say. Even if her father held a gun to her mother's head, she wouldn't stop praying.

Phoebe has always been taught by her father that the weak can be crushed by...but now she feels that no one in the Hinchmany family can crush her praying mother.

But she is supposed to be a weak person, but she is clearly a weak person.

Phoebe doesn't like weaklings.

But she extended her daily prayer time with her mother to fifteen minutes.

Gradually, as she grew up, her advantages among the heirs became more and more obvious. At first, her father's subordinates' attitude towards her changed from disapproving to admiring her excellence, but they would follow her every time. "Too bad Phoebe is a girl."

Phoebe has almost heard this sentence, and she is completely indifferent.

It’s just that her father sighs every time: "Yeah, if only she was a boy like Daniel."

Daniel is another child of her father, three years older than her. He is another heir her father favors very much. She has a similar experience with her—married Daniel’s mother as his wife, and Daniel is just like her , and they? Father is very similar.

This similarity can be said to be in character, or it can be said to be in appearance. They are both standard blondes. The twins are exactly the same arrogant, indifferent and strong.

Of course they? Never stand together.

Just like the offspring of lions compete for food before they even open their eyes. Before they realize that they are [brothers and sisters], they first realize that their counterparts are [competitors] .

"The heir selection is about to begin." Her father patted her on the shoulder, "Phoebe's grades have always been the best, except for her gender, she is the most suitable heir."

"I thought about it all night. If she succeeds in the selection of the heir, then? I can basically take her identity. As for the troublesome matter of gender, I am going to let her always show people in male attire."

"I've always dressed in men's clothing?" Some subordinates joked, "What a cruel father, Phoebe hasn't developed yet, how will you make her pretend to be a man in the later stage?"

"What's the matter?" Her father said lightly, "The corset is fine, she won't grow any more."

"Phoebe is as cruel as a man, and as strong as a man. The only flaw is that she is not really a man, but fortunately, she is not weak at all, and she will not be able to endure the pain of corsets. "

So that night, Phoebe received a corset, and her mother was beside her, holding up the corset with a completely dazed expression: "What is your father going to do?! "

"You? Are only? ten years old with such a tight corset! This will deform your chest cavity!"

"Really? I didn't start wearing it today." Phoebe lay on the bed indifferently, and she yawned, "When? When I start to grow, I will wear it."

"No!" Her mother became serious, "You? You can't wear this! You? You're a child, and you have to develop as you want. No one can destroy your normal growth process!"

"I'm not obsessed with breasts." Phoebe lazily turned her head and looked at her mother lying beside the bed. location, then? Let’s do it.”

"That's not the problem!" Her mother refuted her sternly, "The problem is that you? You can win even if you don't tie your breasts! Why? Why do you have to tie your breasts!"

"Can you win without a corset?" Phoebe asked suspiciously, "Then? The subordinates said that if the chest is too big, it will keep shaking and affect the speed of drawing the gun, isn't it?"

"Damn you **** **** guys?!" her mother swears in front of her for the first time ever, and she explains to Phoebe seriously, "Someone told you? Is the speed of a man running?"

Phoebe thought about it, she touched her chin: "It's not."

Daniel should develop, right? When he was running fast? No crotch stuck.

Her mother asked: "Then? Why? Why do **** affect the speed of the gun?"

"Why? Why don't tools adapt to the organs that humans already have, and organs to adapt to the tools invented by humans? Humans can invent different underwear for gender, why? Can't they invent different guns? What about?"

Phoebe paused. Looking at her mother who was suddenly furious, she paused subtly: "You? Calm down."

"But my father won't be satisfied if I don't wear this corset." Phoebe spread her hands flatly, "He's not dead yet, at least I can't disobey him on the surface, of course, let alone you ? It's gone."

Her mother languished quickly, looking tearfully at Phoebe.

After a while, her eyes lit up: "I can change this corset for you so that you can wear it without squeezing it."

"You? Put it on and try it on?" Her mother nervously handed it to her after finishing the correction, "Are you still tight?"

Phoebe took the corset, which didn't seem to have changed much, paused, and then put it on: "It's not tight."

She used to be able to hold her breath when she put it on, but now she has a gap to breathe.

Watching her mother stay up late beside her mending corsets, Phoebe felt... amazing.

Actually, she doesn't care much about this matter. In her opinion, such things as lack of breast development are really insignificant, and her seemingly gentle and weak mother will get so angry about this insignificant matter , and then tried every means to modify her clothes, just to give her a space to breathe.

With her power as a weak person, she can only be given such a little space in Hinchmani's house.

Her mother let out a long breath: "Then? That's good."

Phoebe looked at her, wanting to tell her that in Hinchmany's house, it's pointless for the weak to struggle for such a gap, but seeing her mother kneeling and praying again, she felt He swallowed the words back.

Kneeling on her bedside, her mother prayed devoutly: "I hope my children and I can grow up and die freely."

After her mother finished praying and left, Phoebe looked at the moon through the skylight and thought, What is freedom?

Phoebe reached out and touched the looser bra under the pillow to allow her to continue to develop normally. She stroked the fine stitches on it and thought to herself—is this freedom?

What a fragile freedom.

Soon, the heir experience will come. After all the children got the content of tomorrow's experience, they squatted in place and cried loudly. The only ones who could maintain their manners and leave after saying goodbye to their father were only her and Daniel.

But she saw Daniel's hand that opened the door? Twisting twice, his hand? was shaking violently, and his apple-green eyes were empty and hazy—the servant who wanted to jack the apple was left for him by his mother Yes, one of his most loyal servants and playmates.

In the end she reached out to help Daniel unscrew the door.

When she was leaving, she could still hear her father's complaints behind her: "This group of children are too delicate, they should have broken off their intimate relationship earlier."

"They? They will be betrayed at any time in the future. If they don't even have the courage to raise a gun to someone close to them, how can they inherit the Hinchmani family."

The subordinate next to him praised: "Yes, when you found out that your wife was betraying you, you killed her without any hesitation. It can be said to be very resolute."

"My heir should also have such a demeanor." Her father replied lazily, with regret in his voice, "Daniel looks cold-hearted, but in fact he is very affectionate, which is not as good as Fei Bi, after I killed his mother, he and I fell out for a long time."

"I hope he won't let me down again this time, and he can show the courage to draw a gun at his mother tomorrow like Phoebe."

Let's go? Daniel's back in front of him paused, Phoebe clearly saw his fists clenched, and then left.

Phoebe turned her head and went back to her room indifferently. She opened the door twice this time, not because her hands were shaking, but because her palms were sweaty—why? Phoebe, too? Can't figure it out, she knows? I'm not a person who sweats easily, or I can't hold a gun.

But why? What?

"You? You're back." Her mother opened the door, and asked cautiously and worriedly, "You? You look so ugly. What is the content of the heir trial?"

Phoebe looked her in the eyes, that feeling of sweaty palms came back, and she took a deep breath and told her all.

But to Phoebe's surprise, her mother was very calm about it. She said, "You? Have the freedom and ability to fight for an heir. If you want to shoot me, then? Shoot me. "

"No matter what it is, you are the most outstanding child I have ever seen. I believe you will not miss it."

Phoebe was sitting on the edge of the bed, her hands? began to tremble at this moment: "What if I missed the shot?"

"Then? I might die." Her mother's voice was as calm as a lake with no wind under the moon. In your hands, it's better than dying in the hands of the rest of the Hinchmany family?"

"You? Will see my soul turn into a bird and fly away from here?."

"Mom." Phoebe interrupted coldly, "I don't believe in fairy tales."

Her mother sighed regretfully: "Okay."

When she prayed that night, her mother prayed those contents as usual. She did not stand up very rarely, but sat up with her on the bedside, looked at the moon outside the window, closed her eyes, and for the first time Pray in my heart once and for all:

"God... I hope you? Bless me not to miss tomorrow."

"Of course you? It doesn't matter if you don't bless me." Phoebe opened her eyes. She looked at her mother's face with her eyes closed and still praying. of."

Next day?.

After everyone fired the first shot, the whole venue was in chaos. Phoebe's mother squatted down as if she had been shot. Her mind went blank for a moment—she knew clearly? She was shot Apple, why? Why does she fall?

Soon, someone came up to report: "The bullets of other children flew over, crossed the barrier we erected, and grazed the lady's arm."

"Would you like to stop for a while?" His father asked her gently, "I'll ask her to change her position and continue to push the apple."

Her expression is extremely cold, but her chest is heaving violently in that corset-she is grateful for this gap at the moment, allowing her to breathe normally in this situation, otherwise she would definitely suffocate to death due to lack of oxygen.

"Temporary..." She was about to put down the gun and speak when she saw her mother's mouth shape through the scope.

Her mother was half kneeling on the ground, in a praying posture, with an apple placed on her head, she looked at her, although there were tears in her eyes, but there was no fear in her expression? No, she said——[Open gun it. 】

【You? Will win, you? Can win, you? Are geniuses?. 】

【You? You won't miss it. 】

"No pause," said Phoebe calmly, "keep mommy in place and keep changing the apples, it'll be over soon."

She squeezed the trigger.

——Just like her previous results, ten shots, she didn't miss even one shot.

Her father looked at her with amazed eyes, as if looking at a formed leader, and sighed: "You? You are perfect like a boy, Phoebe."

"That's not considered a compliment, Father." Phoebe put down the gun with a cold expression. She shook her hand that was numb from the shock, and looked around, "I'm better than you? The so-called? Those other boys The child is much better."