Book of Gods and Demons

　　 "Me, the hell?"

　　 Joe stood in the bathroom, staring blankly at the large mirror that had returned to its brightness.

　　 La Plahi, the weird creature that suddenly appeared, after a few smoke rings, it disappeared.

　　 "Hey, what are you?"

　　 Joe muttered in a low voice, he didn't dare to let Liya hear her.

If Liya knows about Joe’s “auditory” and “visual vision”, after so many years of knowledge of Joe’s knowledge of Liya, she will definitely go to the Yingui Church that belongs to Muteste, donate a lot of gold coins, and then let A large group of nuns and mothers came to examine his head.

　　 Maybe, that group of terrible nuns and mothers will pry open his mouth and pour in him a lot of so-called ‘holy water’ and ‘magic medicine’.

　　 Joe is definitely not a ‘hearing hallucination’ or a ‘vision hallucination’. He just saw the weird creature calling himself Laplace.

　　 "What the **** are you?"

　　 In Joe's eyes, the three-circle and six-pointed star magic array emits a faint red light.

　　 The mirror is clean and clear, without the slightest abnormality.

　　 "Life is long, from now on, please take care of me."

　　 La Place is slow, and a feeble voice sounded from Joe's mind: "I am La Place, I am the All-Knowing, I am in your head."

　　 "What do you want to do? Why did you find me?" Joe lowered his voice and asked hurriedly.

It took a long while before Laplahi's voice came slowly: "Life is long, and we have enough time to understand each other. Why are you in a hurry? Anxiety, rush, panic, these negative emotions will not bring Any benefit."

　　 "Calm, be quiet, and maintain a peaceful mind. Then you will find that this world is so beautiful, your life is so wonderful, and your future is so wonderful."

Laplacian's sharp, slender laugh sounded like a parrot fish gnawing on the coral reef: "Of course, with me, your life and your future will be more exciting, smoother, and more brilliant. ."

　　 Joe is stiff, he wants to tell this strange existence, he is very satisfied with his current life, he doesn't want to have any icing on the cake.

Without waiting for Joe to speak, Laplace laughed slowly, with a shrill voice: "Of course, it might be more miserable, more helpless, and more desolate? Life is long, and everything can happen, blushing! "

　　 Then, no matter how Joe grumbled, Laplace didn't make any noise.

　　 "Hey!" Joe circled the bathroom angrily. He gritted his teeth and muttered: "I am not Blush, I am, Joe!"

　　 He wanted to grab Laplace from his head. But looking at his plump face in the mirror, his head a few laps larger than the average person, he carefully calculated the difficulty of such an action, and he gave up his impulse in despair.

　　 The experience last night was so terrifying.

　　 The nightmare last night was so terrifying.

　　 hasn't recovered from the successive shocks, and hasn't been able to figure out what is going on with Blush and himself, even more weird Laplace, the so-called omniscient one actually lives in his head.

　　 Waves of shocks followed, and Joe's mind was messed up, so when he walked out of the bathroom, his face was extremely gloomy, and every pore seemed to be blowing out cold.

　　 "Oh, my dearest Joe!" Liya saw a gloomy Joe, her soft face suddenly changed.

　　 "What's the matter with you? Your face is so ugly? Oh, poor Joe, mother's dear, you must have been terrified by what happened yesterday."

　　 She hurriedly walked up to Joe, stood on tiptoe, stretched out her hand, and patted Qiao's plump cheek a little hard. Then, Liya's face changed slightly again, she lowered her head, looked at the barefoot Joe, and then at the half-high-heeled house slippers she was wearing, Liya frowned.

　　 "Joe? Why do you grow tall overnight?"

　　 Liya's face turned black for a while, she forgot to ask Joe why she was unhappy, and she turned her attention to why Joe suddenly grew taller.

"Kind Mouteste, you are at least two inches taller!" Liya's face twitched slightly, and she screamed hysterically, "Joe, if this continues, there will be no honorable Tulum port. Miss is willing to marry you... Kind Muteste, who wants to marry a humanoid wild bear?"

　　 Joe's already gloomy face has become more gloomy and melancholy.

　　 "Human bear"?

　　 is really a gentle and respectable biological mother!

"Ah, dear Liya, dear, this is a good thing, a good thing." A brisk voice came in, and then he was nearly seven feet tall, with broad shoulders, long legs, and a sturdy body, but a tall and bulging figure With beer belly, Hessian, who had completely destroyed his body, walked into the room briskly.

　　 Looks in a very good mood, under Hessian's nose, two beards that are extremely rich in imperial traditions trembling happily, like two dancing scimitars.

　　 Hessian walked quickly to Joe, reached out and grabbed Liya's shoulder, lifted her up like a chicken, put her hand aside, then opened his arms and gave Joe a strong hug.

He laughed loudly: "Our son opened the sea of ​​power. Isn't this normal? His power will continue to grow until he grows into a real man! Of course, the only side effect is that he will do it again. How many inches taller!"

　　 Liya covered her forehead with her right hand, and let out an unbearable whine from deep in her throat.

　　 "More, how many inches taller?"

　　 "The kind Muteste!"

　　 A few maids cautiously approached and surrounded Liya, lest she could not bear the heavy blow and fainted and fell to the ground.

　　 Hesen and Joe glanced at each other, and the father and son shrugged their shoulders at the same time, and then walked out of the room with their shoulders on their backs.

Liya sat heavily on the sofa in Joe’s room, murmured with a sad look on her face: "Kind Mutes, it is a good thing to open up the sea of ​​power. But, benevolent Mutes," Does Yingui Church have holy water that makes people dwarf?"

　　 Joe and Hessian's faces were twitched at the same time, as if they hadn't heard Liya's words.

　　 Going out from Joe’s room is a huge living room. The shoe rack is full of long and short boots of various colors, leather, velvet, silk, satin, and all kinds of materials.

　　 Two huge wardrobes are standing beside each other. One wardrobe is full of luxurious daily clothes of various materials, and the other is dozens of black police uniforms.

　　 walked past the living room, and it was a reception room with the same size.

　　 In the reception room, there are two full walls of wine cabinets, on which are placed a variety of fine wines. On the opposite side of the wine cabinet, near the floor-to-ceiling windows, there is a circle of leather sofas surrounding a long table inlaid with gold. Next to the table is a cigar cabinet made of cedar wood. The huge cigar cabinet is messy. Full of large and small cigar boxes.

　　 The father and son lay down on the sofa comfortably and lazily. A maid helped them light a cigar. The two began to vomit and the reception room was immediately filled with a pungent smell of smoke.

　　 "What happened last night was a bit complicated. It was messy and troublesome." Hessian does not have as many girlfriends as Liya, but his news is always better than Liya.

He opened his mouth and vomited a long smoke, and Hessen solemnly said: "It's not just about dead people, it's not just that so many policemen have died, there is even greater trouble in it. So, I have asked you for half a month. Stay at home on sick leave and don’t go out."

　　 Joe's face twitched, not going out for half a month?

　　 He straightened his body, frowned, and stared at Hessian vigorously: "It's troublesome? In Tulum Harbor, is there any trouble that our Rittal family can't solve?"

Hessian’s happily wagging beard stopped abruptly: "Dear Joe, my most precious son, in Port Tulum...your father, the wise master Hessian, the head of the Rittal family, Can solve most of the trouble."

　　 Shrugged, Hessian sighed: "But this time the trouble comes from outside Tulum Harbor, so..."

　　 The left hand gently presses down: "So, low-key, low-key, and then low-key."

Shaking his head, he took out a pale gold booklet from the intimate pocket of Hessian's tight-fitting waistcoat, and with a very frivolous and disapproving expression, he threw the slightly rolled-up booklet on Joe's. Body.

　　 "In half a month, since you have opened the sea of ​​power, then don't waste time, don't waste the family's 18 years of investment in you, practice hard and work hard."

　　 "After experiencing what happened last night, I think you should understand the meaning of a man who has enough power."

　　 spit out a perfect smoke ring, Hessian looked up and looked at the gilded beauty relief on the ceiling: "Your five subordinates, Billy and them, are all alive. So, you can practice with peace of mind."

　　 Billy them, alive?

　　 Joe raised his eyebrows in surprise, UU reading www.uukanshu.com said with sincere emotion: "Praise the benevolent Muteste, then, I'm relieved!"

　　 Then, he quickly grabbed the booklet.

　　 Before opening the pamphlet, Joe put down his cigar and said to Hessian seriously: "Father... donate some money to the police station."

　　 Joe remembered that the six mounted policemen who rode a charge last night actually saved him.

　　 Hessian took a deep sip of his cigar: "Don't worry, when you rested last night, everything has been taken care of..."

A quick glance at Joe, Hessen said indifferently: "I asked Billy to give them an extra amount of money, and they would never tell what happened last night. But, son, I must say, well done. When you encounter danger, run away quickly... You run faster and farther than your five subordinates, which makes me very gratified."

　　 Joe held his breath in his throat, and opened the pale golden pamphlet as if he hadn't heard Hessian's words.

　　 "The Basic Breathing Method of the Imperial Army", the first page of the pamphlet, is simply printed with a line of iron gray handwriting.

　　 "Imperial Army?" Joe ‘forgot’ what Hessen had just said, and looked up at Hessian in horror.

　　 "Shhh, contraband, you know." Hessian lowered his voice and muttered mysteriously: "It is strictly forbidden to leak, dear son, you know."

　　 Qiao nodded his head knowingly.

　　 "Prohibited goods"?

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　　 Looking through the booklet in his hand, Joe's pupils were slightly red, and inexplicable anger piled up in his heart.

　　 "Run away"?

　　 ‘next time, never run away’!

　　 is not only anger, but also the shame of the unknown, filling Joe's heart with all kinds of evil thoughts.