Thriller Paradise Chapter 695: Zechariah

"So... or go back to the original question..." Feng Bujue looked up and down, and asked again, "Who are you?"

"Zechariah." The blond man did not obscure, and answered Brother Jue's question directly, "Defined by a language and appellation that you can understand...I am a'capable angel'."

"So that's it..." Feng Bujue did not show any surprises to Zechariah's remarks. He just answered indifferently, "Heh...my cat, it seems to be quite powerful."

"What do you say?" Zechariah questioned.

"You are not low-level, and you are a celestial pioneer who was born to fight..." Feng Bujue answered as he walked to the sofa, "but you didn't plan to fight her head-on from the beginning." He shrugged. Shrugged and sat on the sofa, "This shows that... you are either afraid of her strength or afraid of the big guy behind her..."

"Pay attention to your words, mortal." Zechariah couldn't listen anymore, and he warned, "Since you know who I am, you should understand that I will not be afraid of anything...especially those that make An ugly monster from the depths of **** that disgusts people."

"Don't get excited." Feng Bujue slumped on the sofa comfortably, and replied leisurely, "You can belittle and despise them on a biological level, but you can't deny their objective power..." Here, he suddenly raised his hand, waved his finger, without turning his head, "Excuse me, can you turn on the light for me? The switch is next to you."

Brother Jue’s tone at this time...It's like asking the waiter to change a plate for himself while eating in a restaurant.

Zacharias was also stunned for two seconds after hearing the words...Two seconds later, because he didn't think of a reason for rejection, he really did.

"Thank you." After the light came on, Feng Bujue replied casually, and then went on to say, "Well...you said...you're not afraid of anything, it's a bit nonsense." He looked back. Looking at the other person, "You have to fear God at least, don't you?"

"It seems that you think you know us well..." When Zechariah asked this question, he walked around the sofa and walked to the front of Feng Bujue. But he didn't find a place to sit down, just stood there, looking at Brother Jue on the sofa with condescending eyes.

"I did do some research." Feng Bujue also looked at the other party and replied very calmly, "Your sense of honor, superiority and mission are generally stronger; and the higher the level, the stronger the belief. , The will is more pure." He stretched his hand forward, "Take your Excellency as an example, even if the facts are before you, you don't want to admit it in front of a mortal...you dare not fight a certain demon head-on."

"The only reason why I didn't fight her head-on was...I was worried that you and other innocent people within a few kilometers would be involved in the battle, and there would be no dead bodies." Zechariah replied coldly.

"So...I am very important." Feng Bujue smiled, "And you...very kind."

"Feng Bujue, I am here today, not to talk about'Angel Encyclopedia' with you...not to receive psychological counseling..." Zechariah seemed to finally realize...Feng Bujue was unconsciously Jian has become the leader of the conversation, so he immediately changed his tone and said in a deep voice, "I am here to convey some important information to you."

"Ok, listen carefully." Feng Bujue raised Erlang's legs, tilted his head, and made a "please" gesture towards the other party.

"Feng Bujue." Zechariah straightened his expression and continued solemnly, "I, Zechariah, on behalf of heaven, give you an important mission."

"Oh?" Feng Bujue raised his eyebrows, "What is it?"

"In the gambling game of the gods, secretly do things for us." Zechariah replied.

"Hehe...I'm sorry, you said that, it's too general..." Feng Bujue's expression at this moment seemed to be watching a monkey show, "Can you say it more popular and specific?"

"Simply put..." Zechariah didn't notice anything unusual, he still said solemnly, "On the surface, you continue to be Woody's pawn, everything is as usual, but in fact... you Be loyal to our heaven. When necessary, we will contact you and tell you what to do. Then, you will..."

"Okay, okay..." Feng Bujue shook his head and smiled, interrupting the other party, "Just let me be an undercover agent, I understand."

"Also...you can say so." Zechariah replied after hesitating for half a second.

"So..." At this time, Feng Bujue put down Erlang's legs and leaned forward, "What are the benefits?"

A strange expression flashed across Zechariah’s face: "A mortal, it is your glory to be loyal to heaven. Countless people have spent their entire lives, and there is no such opportunity..."

"Are you sick?" Feng Bujue immediately exploded. He put his hands on his knees and stood up, "According to what you mean...'I let you be a second-to-five son, Is it worthy of you?"

"Feng Bujue!" Zechariah glared at Brother Jue and shouted, "Don't you even have the most basic beliefs and sense of justice! Even if you are not a Christian, you should know that you are cooperating with demons. The end..." He stared at Brother Jue, and squeezed a threatening word from his teeth, "I advise you...not for the immediate benefit...to let yourself fall into a situation where you can never recover."

"Ha!" Feng Bujue looked at the capable angel sarcastically, and smiled, "Tell me about faith? No matter how you look at it, Mr. Angel, my personal opinion is...for humans, The most correct belief is to believe in the kindness of'being a person' in his heart." He reached out and pointed to the top of his head, "People are doing it, but the sky is not watching... It is the world who is watching people all the time. Wanwan's conscience."

At this point, Jue Ge sneered: "As for religion...In the age when human beings are more ignorant, religion has effectively performed its due function in politics. This is worthy of recognition. Of course, 19 Centuries later, occasional examples like Hong Xiuquan and Joseph Smith will come up, haha...I am also drunk." He paused, "In short, for most of the years, religion has hindered science and society. Apart from the development process of civilization and the initiation of war, the positive and positive effects it has played are relatively limited."

Looking at Zechariah’s increasingly ugly face, Feng Bujue was still reluctant: “So, we’d better separate faith and religion...respect those beliefs in'science', and for this People who have made actual contributions to the world. It is precisely because of their existence that schools can teach the theory of evolution; it is also because of their tolerance that the various religions in this world are preserved... After all, they are not like some'believers' In the same way, tie people who disagree with their opinions on a pillar and burn them to death."

"You heretics full of heresy..." Zechariah stared at Ge Nian.

"Look, this is your problem." Feng Bujue raised his hand and flicked his index finger. "You refuse to listen to rational and logical opinions and facts, and have no ability to refute. You do not admit that you have committed past crimes. I’m even less willing to repent of the mistakes I made. Whenever you are speechless and indisputable, you will "tag the hat" on others. The saddest thing is... some of you are so stupid that you even yourself I believe in what I defend."

"Enough!" Zechariah was obviously irritated, "Feng Bujue, don't think you are the'chosen one', I dare not do anything to you..."

"I never thought so." Feng Bujue put his hands in his pajamas pockets and asked arrogantly, "I'm just curious, what can you do?"

"I want to put you..." Zechariah said, raising his right hand flat and spreading his five fingers.

Yes... the next second, his expression changed abruptly.

"What? There is no response from the Holy Power in the body?" Feng Bujue paced for two steps, "Guess why this is?" He smiled triumphantly, "Haha...I just said that Now,'I studied you'."

"You..." Zechariah was suddenly frightened, and his gaze moved quickly, looking up and down, left and right, as if he was looking for something.

"No need to look for it." Suddenly, another voice remembered, "In the wall behind you."

Feng Bujue was startled when he heard the sound, and quickly followed the prestige. But see... There is another person in the middle of the living room.

It was a man in a black suit, who looked European too. He has short brown hair, stern and handsome appearance, and all over his body reveals a compelling aura...Unlike Zecharia’s face like a dragon, this classical man with both aristocratic temperament and arrogant personality Handsome guy... he looks like a super character.

"Who are you?" Feng Bujue asked, staring at the other person.

"Referee." Simon only replies to him.

"What kind of decision..." Just as Feng Bujue was about to continue to ask, Simon ignored him and said to Zechariah, "Zacharias, how does it feel to be trapped by human design?"

At this moment, Zechariah’s face is full of fear: "Listen...I am here because..."

"You don't need to explain to me." Simon interrupted, "You are not qualified to explain to me either."

Zechariah instantly realized what the other party was going to do next, he almost yelled: "Dare you!"

Slap——

His word "Dare" has just been exported~IndoMTL.com~ Simon has raised his hand and snapped his fingers along the way.

After snapping his fingers, Zechariah’s body exploded from the inside...

In an instant, blood, broken internal organs, bones, meat sauce... all over the wall.

"Uh...this man..." Feng Bujue wiped his face with his hand, stroked off the plasma covering his eyelids, and looked at Simon, "I declare in advance that this mess will leave me alone. Pack up, I don't want to do it."

"Don't worry." Simon glanced at Brother Jue, "The one who washes the floor is here."

He disappeared abruptly before he could speak.

"Hey! Hey—" Feng Bujue's eyes widened and shouted, "Who is washing the floor? What kind of trouble is this? You have the ability to play corpses... Have the ability to wipe blood for me Clean!"

Boom boom boom——

Just as he spit out loudly, outside the door...suddenly there was a knock on the door. r1152