Feast of villains

Chapter 119 119. You are coming for the shadow, you are not allowed to attack the main body!
Buenos Aires.

When the sun shines in from the floor-to-ceiling windows in the morning, Ximena leans on the table with her left hand, her upper body is straight, and she gently sends the soup into her mouth with a spoon; while drinking the soup, she looks at it casually, and sometimes the image that appears in the air in front of her eyes stay on.

In the image, Nance pushes open the door of the church.

At this moment, Irene also pushed open the door, rubbed her eyes and walked down the stairs.

The queen's eyes, which were as beautiful as precious gems, glanced at Irene, and then turned back to the image.

"Sister Ximena, my sister, what are you looking at?"

With a slight call, the footsteps approached lightly.

"Tsk!"

Jimena frowned imperceptibly.

Lucifer, who is like a little girl, is really annoying...

She didn't even look at Irene, just stared at the graph line intently, and slowly put the rice grains into her mouth, as if she was feeding a bird.

"You're making me look like an unwelcome guest." Irene took a rose from the vase on the dining table, walked around behind Ximena, and gently tucked the flower branch into her long pink hair.Then she turned her head slightly and looked at Ximena who was eating with a smile.

Romantic hair color, delicate face, delicate neck, the moon-like queen of jealousy.

Looking at it, Irene moved her face closer.

Jimena took the rose out of her head calmly, put her between them, and turned her head.

There is only a rose between the faces of the two queens.

The petals swept across the nose, itching, Irene was forced to stop her lips

Their eyes met, and she said, "Sister, let's elope to the Rose Nebula together."

(The ngc 2237 nebula is 5200 light-years away from the earth. From a distance, it looks like a delicate red rose blooming in the vast universe, with the stars as mud, nourished by the galaxy, and blooming forever.)
Ximena glanced at her, then looked down at Rose, and said indifferently, "You have bad breath."

"?"

Erin's eyes twitched.

Although it is impossible for the devil to have bad breath, she still subconsciously put her hand in front of her mouth and breathed out to smell it.

Not only is it not smelly, but it is also fragrant!

Then, Ximena's eyes fell on the image again.

"You only care about your Nansi!" Irene muttered like losing her temper, her eyes lit up on the image, "Oh, fallen angel with four wings, your little man is dead now."

Ximena ignored her, stared at the image, and cut the meat on the plate into small pieces with a knife and fork.

Then he put down the table knife, and with his right hand delicately flapped his tiny wings, he ate small pieces with the fork.

Erin sat down next to her and had breakfast together.

Compared with the elegant and noble jealous queen, the arrogant queen ate like a senior beggar.

In fact, the way of eating advocated by those noble etiquette, in Irene's opinion, is cumbersome and boring, and she has always sneered at it.Only in Ximena's body can she feel an extraordinary beauty of demeanor, which can even be said to be beyond the age.

In the image, the angel raises the holy sword.

"Your little man is dying," Erin said, staring at Jimena.

Unmoved, Ximena put the meat lightly into her mouth, chewing gracefully.

In the image, the angel's holy sword stopped, Irene glanced at it, and smiled lightly: "It's really shameless, who knows you."

Ximena finished her food, leaned against the wall flooded with morning light, and silently stared at the image in a trance.

The slender eyelashes fluttered slightly with the change of the image, like the leaves of a mimosa.

Irene stared at her face for a while, and suddenly asked: "Sister, how many times is this?"

"I don't understand what you're saying," Jimena replied indifferently.

"It's okay if you lie to others, but don't expect to lie to me." Irene twirled the fork proudly, sometimes looking at Nance in the image, and sometimes at Ximena's calm face, "The last time I Seeing you, your strength is already close to that of the little whale, what about now?"

Jimena remained silent.

"My sister was originally an existence comparable to Seraphim, but now she only has the strength of the main angel. It only took a year, and she lost a big realm." Irene stared at her, jokingly said, "If you are Little Whale knows that his successor has sacrificed so much for a man, so I'm afraid he will be so angry."

Perhaps amused by the word "salted fish reborn", Ximena turned her face away, her shoulders trembling slightly.

"What's so good about him?" Irene couldn't help asking.

Jimena shrugged slightly, indicating that she would not answer the question.

"Okay, let's not ask about this." Irene spread her hands helplessly.

When Ximena looked back and continued to look at the picture, she also looked at Nance in the picture: "You gave him the heart of the little whale, do you want him to be the next jealous monarch?"

Ximena said lightly: "I never thought about it that way."

"Oh……"

After a while, Irene asked again: "Then why did you give him the little whale's heart?"

Ximena stared at her sternly, a little impatiently: "If you keep asking questions like this, pack up your things today and get out of my king's place."

"...Eccentric!" Irene pouted unconvinced.

In the image, Nance followed the footsteps of the girl and entered the ground.

In private, Irene is a perverse talker, and couldn't help asking: "He came to this ruin by chance, was it arranged by my sister?"

no answer.

Eileen stopped asking.

Sunlight penetrates the air and spills in like silk.

The light particles danced for a long time before a sigh came out.

"Although this king said that he had some plans in front of him, except for giving him the holy gun, this king never interfered with his actions and his choices, because he will always go according to this king's expectations. Go down..." Ximena looked at the image in a trance, her voice was a little sad, "For food, he will go to Nanwan Town; in order to cure the plague, he will go into the mountains; after entering the mountains, he will choose the most dangerous The route to the north; if you go north, you will come to this ruin; all coincidences are his own choice, no matter how many times he comes back, he will choose this way, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is destined..."

"So, he is really a good person..."

"maybe."

"If he is a little selfish in the process, can he rewrite the ending?"

"maybe."

"Sister, are you so moved that you don't hesitate to waste your energy time and time again to help him?"

Hearing this, Ximena was taken aback for a moment, and then fell silent.

Going on, it involves the core part of the plan.

Irene looked at her for a while, then sighed thoughtfully: "Sister, you are so pitiful..."

Jimena's eyes turned cold.

When Bai Nen's little hand came out directly, a crack in space appeared.

Irene's eyes went dark, and when she realized it, she had already returned to the office of the West Kowloon Branch.

The use of space is a rule that can only be mastered by second-order demons. Her current apparent strength is only first-order...

"Ximena, you are too deceitful!" Police Officer Irene knocked on the table a few times angrily, and shouted out of the window: "You wait, next time I will come over with a tuba, if you don't make you submissive I will not be an arrogant monarch in the future..."

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The long and narrow tunnel goes straight down.

The air smelled of rotten apples, decaying and moldy.

I always feel that there are two eyes staring at him, Nance, carrying a kerosene lamp, and continues down the stairs under the extremely quiet ruins.

The footsteps were already very light.

But in such an eerie and quiet environment, the sound was still distinct, and it swayed farther and deeper.

After a long time, before finishing the stairs, a closed stone door appeared in front of him.

On both sides of the door opening, there are two statues of seraphs, guarding the place quietly, silently, and eternally.

"Only by destroying these two statues can we enter inside." The girl said in a childish voice.

Nance stopped and looked at the two statues.

Both angels are male in appearance, with gray and white bodies and bulging eyes, as if to warn intruders.

Slightly closer to the induction.

The two statues are full of coercion, and with their current magic energy, they cannot compete with them.

"Uncle, be careful!" Shadow bent down and whispered in Nance's ear, "These two angel statues should be one of the holy artifacts to suppress her. If they are destroyed rashly, she may be able to move freely. There's nothing she can do about it..."

"I know."

Nance replied casually.

The expression is indifferent, but in fact, he observes the environment very cautiously.

I don't know how deep the ground is here, the environment is dead silent, and there is a palpitating ominous atmosphere faintly coming from the gap in the stone gate.

Nance suddenly remembered something.

In the church just now, he said that he knew Lucifer, and the girl seemed to believe it without any proof...

Is she innocent or premeditated?
The fallen angel who has blackened and killed an entire monastery should no longer be naive.

Nance leans toward the latter conjecture.

He turned his eyes slightly, observing the girl next to him.

After all, her appearance was just that of a childish girl, and when her pitiful face was weak and crying, it was very unbearable.If she hated the Holy See deeply, she shouldn't be able to realize that there are traces of magic essence in her group, so she shouldn't have killed them indiscriminately.

Her two swings of the sword should be just tentative oppression.

Want to force Nance's hole card?
If he can't break open the sacred artifact of suppression, maybe he will become a girl's energy meal.

If he can break through, the ending is hard to guess...

Shadow seemed to have guessed the entangled question in his heart, looking at the two angel statues illuminated by the gas lamp, she said calmly: "Uncle, smash it, Shadow thinks we have no way out now."

Nan Si pondered for a while, pointed to the stone gate and asked the girl, "Is there anything else inside?"

"There's only my decayed body inside." The girl looked at him bewilderedly.

The bud-like cherry lips trembled two or three times, and then they were tightly pursed.

Skin as white as light snow.

Shiny black slender eyelashes, dark eyes.

The pupil on the right reflects the pattern of Shimen.

In the pupil on the left, deeply... a black chisel is inserted.

Nance shook his head.

In the line of sight, the only thing reflected in the girl's eyes was his shadow.

"I understand."

Nance nodded lightly.

With a hollow hand, the Holy Spear appeared out of thin air.

To deal with the angel statues with remaining divine power, the magic energy is insufficient, so use the holy spear to smash them.

"what……"

The girl looked surprised.

From the rusty gun, she noticed the divinity she was looking for.

"Sir!" The girl called Nance sharply, staring at him with a serious expression, "What is the origin of this gun?"

"You don't have to know this."

Nance held the Holy Spear and waved it vigorously.

He used the snatching pole as a wooden club, and directly smashed it on the head of an angel statue.

In an instant, the statue shattered.

The stones that glowed with blue light inside shattered to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the second statue was also smashed.

- Bang!

A gust of air blast came from behind the stone gate.

A gap was opened in the middle of the heavy door, and white light leaked in from it.

The girl took a deep look at Nance, and then her body got into the stone door through the gap.

"Let's go too!" Shadow touched Nance's head with his small hand.

Through the doorway, enter a huge underground square.

The sealing here is quite in place, no matter whether it is the thick fog or the crimson moonlight, it is impossible to enter.

The floor is white, the walls are black, and the stars above are extraordinarily brilliant.

The huge color difference between light and dark is amazing, and everything you see is shining white light.Unless it is a miracle, otherwise this quiet and white world cannot be brewed, so this strange hazy light is indeed brought about by divine power.

Nance carried the shadow and walked towards the direction where the girl disappeared.

In the empty basement, there are only some human-shaped stone statues scattered here and there.

There are men and women, their expressions are frozen with pain and despair, and they are all looking at one place - the last area covered by the curtain.

The girl disappeared behind the curtain, where there seemed to be a terrifying monster waiting for something with its huge mouth open.

Nance couldn't help feeling a chill down his spine.

These statues with distorted faces reminded him of the gates leading to hell at the bottom of the Dead Sea - on the gateposts on both sides, there were engraved images of many people walking in hell intertwined, with fear and wailing on their faces.

Passing through the gray and white stone statues, Nance and the shadow did not speak.

Miss Su and Doraemon, who were following behind, scolded Nance while keeping an eye on their surroundings.

The closer you get to the screen, the clearer the screen.

There are many portraits painted on it.

Nance's eyes flicked to distinguish the specific things depicted.

The main part in the middle of the curtain is a huge cross and a portrait of God covered with dazzling light.

The paintings on both sides are some myths that have been passed down for a long time.

For example, the flood that submerged the city-state and flooded the mountainside, and the huge ark was bumping in the turbulent waves; for example, in the empty valley, the back of the stalwart was preaching with the shepherd;
"Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace among men with whom he is well pleased."

Nance glanced quickly over the paintings.

One of them is quite interesting, and it roughly depicts that the lord of a certain city-state brutally killed an angel, and God sent down divine punishment, melting all the human beings in the city-state into orange liquid.

Burst orange juice?

It feels like EVA...Nance thought to himself that God is still a Two-dimensional.

Shadow happened to see the painting, suppressed his voice, and said in Nance's ear: "That is the sea of ​​life. There is a saying in the Holy See that God is merciful, even if he blames mankind, he will not exterminate mankind. He will bring divine punishment and bring mankind back to the beginning."

"The gestation of life begins in the primordial ocean, I know that." Nance held Shadow's thigh with one hand, "But what I'm more curious about is that the individual human beings who have already produced consciousness return to the ocean of life, Can consciousness still be retained?"

"I don't know..."

"If it can be kept, doesn't it mean that we are all honest and honest."

"That's terrible!" Shadow crossed his arms and said to Nance in a disdainful tone, "When I think of turning into a liquid and mixing with the uncle, I feel goose bumps all over my body."

"I think it's good!" Nance laughed. "To understand you little hedgehog, maybe you really need the state of 'I'm in you, and you' in me'."

Shadow's dangling legs stopped.

"Uncle is really uneasy and kind!" She cursed shyly and stupidly, then knocked his head, and said resolutely: "If you really want to do that, you are going to target the shadow, and you are not allowed to attack the main body!"

Nance felt that the shadow might be crooked.

But he doesn't correct it...

The shadow NTR body is very exciting to think about.

The footsteps continued to move forward, getting closer and closer to the curtain.

In this extremely quiet underground world, the sound of footsteps swayed in all directions, and was bounced back by the walls, echoing in my ears layer by layer.

The curtain suddenly shook.

It's the wind that's stirring.

But if the wind blows too hard...

—The bud is blown away before it blooms.

(End of this chapter)