Silent Crown Chapter 673: A better world
Fiction: The Crown of Silence Author: Fengyue Update Time: 2017-05-2122:09
The skinny, rickety figure is dressed in a torn gray linen, as if wearing an old shroud.
He was crawling on the broken stones, those fragments still have finely carved lines, and Wei Wei can distinguish the outline of the once huge sarcophagus.
But now, the solemn mausoleum has become a gluttonous place, the finely crafted sarcophagus has been smashed, and the burial objects worth tens of thousands of dollars have been thrown aside and left behind.
And the owners of the tomb-those once noble corpses-have been dragged out by the crazy hungry monster, a large piece of Duoying.
Crack! Click! Click!
In the sound of bones being chewed up, a crown full of tooth marks rolled down from the fragments.
The crown of the moon, which was once proud of the sage of the iron moon, has now become this way.
He is holding a withered and torn head, like holding his own lunch box, sucking the residue on his finger, soaking up everything inside, and finally eating the crunchy skull like a biscuit. Devoured and went in.
Perfect afternoon tea.
The withered and rickety figure became faintly plump, and his shriveled face, with two eyes burning like flames, raised his head and stared at Naberis firmly.
"Wait, wait, serve immediately."
Paganini stepped forward, raised the hammer in his hand, looked around the surrounding coffins, and finally selected one, smashed it, and amid the sound of breaking, the smell of decay angered from the cracks in the sarcophagus.
"Ha, you are so lucky--"
Nabelis squatted in front of the crack, peering at the bones sleeping in the dark, his eyes were happy: "I don't know how the Lord of the Golden Palace tastes?"
Crack! Click! Click!
Soon, the creepy voice sounded again, and the horrible banquet with the original kings as meals has reached its climax...
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Crack! Click! Click!
Ye Qingxuan also grabbed a hard dough and gnawed at it, hungry like a mad dog.
After experiencing a music theory turmoil, he was completely destroyed and reborn under the power of the Sage’s Stone, but the heat lost in it could not be simply used to make up for it.
Fortunately, at this moment, he has completed half-etherification, and half of his body is made up of ether, otherwise it would not be so easy to rebirth.
In just five minutes, Ye Qingxuan completed the chapter of fate, met the original kings, and stunned the old and immortal guys, and then successfully completed the etheric qualitative change, and possessed a weirdness that he could not tell. Traits.
The fiercely changing ether is like thunder and lightning, constantly changing, eroding the surrounding matter, and indifferently maintaining its own balance.
In the moment of shock, there are countless music theories, birth and death.
Just observation and analysis made the masters who had been relieved of breath again have the urge to vomit blood.
But this is not the most pressing issue right now.
It's in front of you.
Ye Qingxuan swallowed the last piece of dough, Niuyin swallowed most of the pot of water, and finally drove away the bone marrow hunger, wiped his mouth, raised his eyes and looked at the old nun in front of him.
"You can use Schubert's power? Why don't you tell me..."
"I don't know either."
The old nun has recovered from that mysterious state, looks a little wilted, and smiles reluctantly in response to Ye Qingxuan's sharp gaze:
"Probably God answered my prayer, right?"
She stretched out her hand, habitually trying to wipe the sweat off Ye Qingxuan's face, but Ye Qingxuan held her wrist with her fingers like iron tongs.
Finger turned, Ye Qingxuan opened her sleeve, and saw the burnt skin, and the overloaded alchemy matrix-the power of the saints is the lava of flames for the tiny mortals, and they want to touch it. It is necessary to play with fire, it is impossible to be without a price
Ye Qingxuan could feel that her internal organs were almost weakened to the limit, and the muscles under her skin were twitching involuntarily.
There should have been a deep pain, but the old nun's eyes were still soft and serene.
She looked at Ye Qingxuan without any sadness, just smiled.
Ye Qingxuan's heart became more irritable, and his voice became colder: "Mother, figure out, I am not your group of children...Please put away your extra love, I don't need your charity."
The old nun still looked at him, her eyes soft: "No matter who you are, God loves the world."
"But the gods don't love you."
Ye Qingxuan refuted coldly, without any pity or sympathy: "Find out, mother, I was the one who saved you! Your **** only wants you to die!"
The old nun was stunned for a moment, her smile turned a little embarrassed, and she lowered her head in a serendipitous manner: "But God will love you, Master Bishop. I think...you are the one who should be loved by the gods."
"I hope so."
Ye Qingxuan withdrew his gaze, not wanting to talk more, just motioned for Mabel to heal her, got up and left.
After a moment, Mabel returned to him, looked at him sitting on the steps indifferently, and couldn't help smiling.
She took out half of the corn stalk from her pocket, cut it flexibly, hollowed it out, and inserted two pipes to make two delicate corn pipes.
"Would you like some good tobacco leaves, I bought them from a stranger eight years ago."
She drew a black pocket from her arms, and the scent of cream and tobacco wafted from the pocket.
Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but feel a little complicated looking at the little girl in front of her as she stuffed her pipe skillfully.
"Hey, what's the matter?"
Mable glanced at him and laughed strangely: "Your Excellency the presiding judge, I am an eighty-year-old lady. Although it is said that you are cold, your taste is not so heavy, right?"
Ye Qingxuan rolled his eyes, did not speak, just took the pipe.
The mellow tobacco leaves burned and curled up.
Mabel tilted his head and looked at him: "The dignified Prince Avalon, one of the most powerful in the world, was beneficiated by an ordinary person. Is he in a bad mood?"
Ye Qingxuan gave him a glance: "If it weren't for a dog to cover me, I would have died a long time ago. Is my self-esteem not that fragile?"
"Then what is bothering you?"
"..."
Ye Qingxuan was silent for a long time, and muttered: "It's just not worth it for her, her **** is not worth all she gave, and the cult is not worth it."
"She hasn't said anything~IndoMTL.com~but you seem to know something?"
"You can guess it with your toes-the trick of the cult, it's just one thing to come and go."
Ye Qingxuan sneered: "As long as you hold the banner of justice, you have a steady stream of fools to sacrifice yourself. It's great, great.
She was not the first, nor the last...Fr. Benn was, my dead ghost father was, and so was Shi Dong's group of old men, even if he died of old age, he did not forget the Dongzheng.
The result? The Order only regards them as outdated tools. They want to shine and heat, and don't hesitate to ignite themselves, but the sect does not need their sparks.
They shouldn't sacrifice themselves for those things, it's not worth it. "
He took a deep breath of the pipe, squinted his eyes, and sprayed cyan smoke from his mouth and nose: "Mable, I don't like this world.
I don't like it at all. "
Mable did not speak, but smoked his pipe until at the end, throwing away the burned corncob, reached out and patted him on the shoulder.
"His Royal Highness, do you remember what she said?"
She looked at Ye Qingxuan: "You are a person who should be loved by God. Your Majesty and Mr. Maxwell firmly believe this, and I firmly believe this.
If you have an order, I will follow it.
Because I believe that you will make this world a better place. "
"I hope so."
Ye Qingxuan dropped the pipe he finished smoking, got up, patted the dust on his body, raised his head and smiled: "Let's go, first help the old men to fix the injuries-don't let people blame the referee for the black heart." /
But soon, he couldn't laugh when he looked at the old men in front of him.
The whole body is cold.
"This is...what's going on."
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