My Boss, the White-haired Nun

Xilin stopped talking, but looked at Gong Ming suspiciously, showing that she really thought so.

"However, it's a pity that this is wrong. The kind of life you mentioned may belong to the president of that country, but it will definitely not belong to me." Gong Ming shrugged his shoulders.

"When I'm not on duty, my main job is to cook and clean for my daughter, granddaughter or my partner lady. Sometimes I go out for a walk, and the most meaningful thing I do is to volunteer in the community , to accompany a group of uncles and aunts to talk about the mountains. Anyway, even if you don’t work, you will have money to spend, why don’t you take more rest?”

"You..." Sirin was stunned.

No, isn't that a good watcher?What about human hope?You are living a life of a social moth, right?Are you still receiving government social security payments on time?After receiving more than [-] years of security money, will the government really not blacklist you?

"Did it disappoint you?" The red-haired man smiled and looked at the purple-haired girl in front of him. "In this era where even the most ordinary people are working hard to support their families, I, as a watchman of mankind, is so depressed. Do you have a sense of disillusionment of broken ideals?"

"..." Seeing this man's face that was not ashamed but complacent, the corners of Sirin's mouth twitched, and she suddenly didn't know what to say.

"But what do you want me to do?" However, the man looked at the girl, the arc of the corners of his mouth was slightly restrained, his smile was slightly retracted, and his expression became more and more gentle. "You think I should stand in front of people and lead them? But what am I supposed to lead them for?"

"This is an era that I and many people have paid a lot of price for." He turned his gaze out of the car window. At this time, he can see a city in the distance from his perspective, which is full of high-rise buildings Buildings and bustling population.

"People don't need to work hard to survive, and they don't need to intrigue to have a bite to eat. People with dreams can be positive and motivated, and those who don't want to work hard can also have a peaceful life. In addition to food, clothing, housing and transportation, people can also pursue more Mental needs, not to mention all, at least the vast majority of people can already live with dignity."

When the man said these words, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were bright, as if they were shining.

"My teacher once said something like this - [Abandoning sages and abandoning wisdom, people benefit a hundred times], which means that if there are no sages in this world, it means that people can live well without sages, and that is the most Good realm."

He raised his hand and subconsciously raised his hand to touch Sirin's head. "For ordinary people, this is still an era that needs heroes, but heroes are no longer a necessity for human life, and people no longer have to rely on the great achievements of a certain hero to survive. Then why do I How about standing in front of the world? Opening my mouth and saying that I have lived for more than [-] years and saved the world, will I be regarded as a lunatic?"

"Of course." The man said this, but his expression suddenly became serious. "This is based on the fact that the collapse is still firmly suppressed in the dark side of the world, and it is unknown to the world."

"That's why I will never allow the world that I love to be destroyed by the collapse, and I will never allow this era that is accumulated by countless sacrifices and sacrifices, and the age of continuous advancement like gold will be destroyed in an illusory doomsday prophecy. That's why I have to bear For these things, even if I give everything, even if I am an enemy of God, even if this God should be regarded as my father in a sense."

This man...does he think so...

Sirin froze.

He actually really loves this world... But isn't it ridiculous?You really... don't know what the hell you are?

You are a different kind, a monster, have you never experienced it?Haven't you ever been betrayed by a human being you loved so much?

Are human beings... a race that accepts things like "monsters" to exist safely by their side?

"I have a question." Sirin suddenly said coldly. "Aren't you dying? If you haven't found a successor, what will you do?"

"Then what else can we do?" Gong Ming shrugged his shoulders, "Then live until the day you find an heir."

"But aren't you already reaching your limit? Haven't you..."

"Already almost reaching the limit? But isn't the limit just for breaking? I will never die before I feel that I can die." The man smiled.

"If I can't get through this level of hurdles, I won't be a hero."

Sure enough, such a passionate tone.

At a place under the table that Gong Ming didn't notice, the purple-haired girl quietly clenched her skirt.

Are you a hero?This kind of words to deceive others, in the end, did you even believe yourself?But all along you're just a monster.

I'll wake you up, I'll prove you wrong, there's nothing but a self-deceiving wretch standing before me.I'll tell you it's all a lie!Only our Father, only the true God is eternal!

I'll bring back the real First Herrscher, for sure!And that day will be the day when we join hands to destroy this dirty world!

My... my elder brother!

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Half a month later, Shenzhou, South.

"Bun, big bun!"

"Fried dough sticks! Leek box!"

"Fresh soy milk!"

Gong Ming, who was wearing a black windbreaker, led the purple-haired girl next to him and sat in front of a stall in an alley. Under the surprised gaze of the girl in front of him, he was holding a bowl of wontons and eating them indistinctly. Said this loudly in the local dialect and the owner of the vendor in a white kilt, and laughed twice from time to time.On the concrete floor in the winter morning, there are still blackened snow mixed with various stains in some corners.

Because it was mid-winter, white steam would come out of people's mouths when they were talking, and white steam was constantly coming out of the iron barrels where noodles and wontons were cooked at the boss's stall, full of the aroma of food.

"This is your hometown?" The girl in the hood frowned as if she was not used to such a noisy place, looking at the girl in front of her in disbelief, as if she was a different person compared to the previous days The man's expression became extraordinarily complicated.

"The hometown you said you must come and see in your life?"

"Yes." The man gulping down the wonton soup replied vaguely, then put down his clean bowl, and burped comfortably. "What? Is there something wrong?"

"What's wrong?" The girl who had been patient for a long time suddenly had an attack. She almost jumped up from the chair and slapped the table. "You said there's something bad about this place! Look at this environment! Look at this table! We have traveled so hard from Siberia to China to bring me to this kind of place? What about eating a bowl of this... chaos?"

"It's wonton, not chaos..."

"Brother, you foreign girl has a bad temper." Because Xilin spoke English when she lost her temper, the ramen chef who didn't understand what she said was not angry, but looked at it with a look of embarrassment full of ridicule. Gong Ming yelled at the side.

"Shut up!" However, Sirin, who is a well-known herrscher by birth, understood what the ramen uncle was talking about, and turned her head and yelled at him angrily.

Herrscher is the darling of the world. If Sirin's Herrscher core has not been sealed, even though she still speaks English now, she can still let the uncle understand her meaning.But she couldn't do it now, so the way she yelled in the uncle's eyes looked more and more like a kitten with a blown fur.

"Ahem." Seeing this, Gong Ming couldn't help coughing twice, drawing the girl's attention to himself.He knocked on the bowl and motioned her to sit down.

"Sirin, that's enough." He looked at the girl in front of him. "I came here and you came here, naturally I have my thoughts."

"What do you say?" The girl sneered. "Or do you think I'm the kind of idiot who can be persuaded by a bowl of batter soaked in water?"

"Boss, another bowl of wontons."