Bishop on the run from the Ark, but the Fourth Scourge

Speaking of the power network, there are bagpipes and two other Rhodes Island operators,

Why do you want to join this "behind the scenes" hiding behind the castle?

Could it be because the other party has some unique secrets?

The little nun scratched her head,

Unconsciously, the scene of Zhang Zhiqing obsessed with holding the tablet, and the rumors circulating among colleagues...... Ah! !

Could it be because the other party is a man? ! !

"Aqiu!!"

The playwright who was far away from the script sneezed,

Wiping his nose, he lifted his sore eyelids from staying up all night, and looked around blankly.

strange?

Why do I feel like someone is talking to me behind me?

In order to find out those special "names", the playwright last night was accompanied by a mountain of books, reading through a large number of documents and information collections, just to find some clues.

"Chronicle of Syracuse", "Secrets of Sicily", "Documents of the Witch-King of Laitania"... In short, you can travel in the sea of ​​literature,

and nearly drowned,

The playwright didn't even react, his eyes went dark and he fell onto the table.

But these are all small problems... If you say,

Doing so can find new themes and new scripts, and fainting is a small problem.

In addition to the main theme, the Scarlet Troupe's script also has many "supporting plays",

The troupe master might be interested.

Pulled out a piece of tissue from the side and wiped his nose... I suddenly remembered!After picking up the script and examining it carefully, the playwright heaved a sigh of relief.

I was so scared to death that I almost thought that the handwriting was wet.

Turning over a few pages, glance away,

What is presented in the script is still the figures of the players fighting,

Perhaps it was thought that a large number of people would increase the number of enemies, so the players consciously dispersed into several teams, and embarked on several additional sub-lines added by the playwright as a countermeasure.

There are more Sakotas in the crowd,

Wearing a Gaul military uniform and using standard firearms.

But the playwright could tell at a glance that they were not Gallic soldiers, at least the Gallic soldiers could not speak in that kind of Yan Mandarin language.

Children are mixed with adults, but there are significantly more children... Playwrights are no strangers to this.

He has made changes to the plot line, such as increasing the number of people and deteriorating the environment. In short, as long as it is not a vulgar method such as random tampering or simply writing to death, everything that can be used is used.

Flipping the pages of the book, he looked for the names that he paid more attention to, intending to record something and accumulate some materials.

However, there was something wrong with the hurriedly turned pages... The playwright stopped instinctively, and found that there was a new string of names among the densely packed names in the script... It was strange, because the names were not composed of any pen and ink, It's some sort of water stain...

"...?"

Curiosity is like rising sea water, itching his heart,

He instinctively tilted his head, and silently read the name:

"Lilia Burwood"

"?"

Lilia, who was watching the battle quietly behind the players, had an itchy ear,

Looking around, frowning in doubt.

Ok?

Who is calling me?

do i know himWhy are you calling me?

----split line----

The theory of life, the theory of life (tears)

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Three or four more nights~

Volume 260 Columbia Chapter: Chapter [-] [-] Feel Tired, Let’s Play Games

Lylia did not delve into the perceived call,

According to the order of the bishop, she had to observe the actions of her colleagues, but of course, she could not interfere.

"Junior Sister Slant! Use the iron transformation shield to stack armor!!"

"Uh ok... damn self-demolition bug!!"

BOOMM! ! !

"Small-teacher-sister-!!!"

The Donglong girl was blown away, yo——the tail of the ground pulled smoke and smashed it at Lilia,

The Agor girl was startled when she saw the scene, covered her mouth and moved to the left.

squeak!

Xie Pode's head is stuck in the ground, and half of his body is buried in the ground like hunting a snow fox. The dragon's tail and mane are scorched black, and he twitches from time to time... The dress slips off due to gravity, and his majesty falls...

"It's the origin stone worm pattern, so childish, I don't want it... Ah! Are you okay!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'll save you!"

Squatting down and embracing the "half (physically) buried" waist, Lilia's hind limbs were as powerful as pulling out a carrot! With a sound of "Bo", Donglong girl was rescued from the soil.

"Junior Sister~ The high race didn't play well, it's really inferior."

"This junior sister is Xunla!"

Feng Huaxueyue and the other players, who had recovered after playing "Nuclear Explosion", and the other players not only did not help, but taunted them.

Lilia has long been used to this,

Although I can't understand what the world my colleagues originally lived in is like, but there is no ore disease and abnormal evil, so it must be very peaceful, right?

In terms of food, my colleagues belong to the very delicious one,

It's a good thing to be with this group of happy people who are not bound by the secular world of Terra~~

Putting the oblique down, Lilia patted the clothes and continued to follow the instructions received,

The team moves on,

But it is very difficult. There is a tug-of-war in almost every room, and the "behind the scenes" who are secretly manipulating seems to be watching here all the time.

Ursus army, Casimir knights, Sarkaz mercenary group, and other high-strength enemies also replaced the usual armed miscellaneous soldiers.

The course also seemed to be stretched out, failing to advance a third of the way into the evening.

But this is not what Lilia has to do.

At night, the players stop moving,

Lilia returned to Montenegro,

Walking back to the main ship of the Black Mountain, Zhang Zhiqing made a rare dinner by himself.

The hot white rice is covered with sweet and sour diced yuba, mixed with carrots and fried peanuts... Before it is completely served in front of the table, the little girl is drooling with her index finger.

Li Boli sat in front of her, put down the dinner plate, and there was a bowl of cold tomato soup beside the rice bowl,

"..." The little girl's eyes straightened, she wiped her saliva from her sleeves, and thought in a daze that today's "business" hadn't finished reporting yet.

"Oh! My lord, today's colleagues..."

"Cough, don't be in a hurry today. Let's eat first~"

He patted her head and also patted her question.

"I have read everything about my colleagues, and I am not in a hurry to report. I generally understand the situation."

"Do you know everything?"

"Your presence, girl, how could I not know about it." Pushing the plate close to the girl, the warm air was just right, which proved that she had thought about it long ago and not just a whim.

"Okay, eat it quickly and let it cool down."

When the girl raised her head and turned her head, he got up and left the table to go outside.

"My lord, don't you eat it too?"

"What do you want to eat, just that bowl, you can eat it by yourself."

"You want dinner too!"

"…I have already eaten……"

After leaving these words, Li Boli left completely.

The girl's hand was hanging in the air. After thinking for a long time, she always felt that something was wrong with Zhang Zhiqing tonight...but after thinking about it...was it my illusion?

"..."

The girl looked at her again,

The spoon scooped up a mouthful of food and stuffed it into the mouth,

Touching the taste buds, the expression gradually softened with satisfaction.

The sound of eating and chewing gradually sounded in the room, mixed with sobs of physical and mental satisfaction.

……

……

……

……

He squatted with his back against the wall outside the door, listening to the chewing sound behind him, he let go of his dirty eyes...

tick,

Out of the window, there is liquid falling,

Smash through the thoughts, and create liquid-like water ripples... The tenacious thinking trembles like liquid, refracting countless blurred reflections.

"May I have your name……?"

"go home…"

"...Don't you know?"

tick, tick,

Raindrops fell from the heavy rain, and he looked at the increasingly blurred rain scene outside the window, but his memory gradually completed from fragmentary words to sound and light images.

Crash la la la———

The sound of falling rain fills the ears and eyes, knocking down the pedantic branches and grass, making the deserted church buried deep in it even more desolate and haggard.

Ropes were thrown over beams, pedantic but strong enough to carry a shell of shame.

The benches are stacked, and the figures step up to the "high platform" built for themselves. With erratic and trembling hands and feet, one props up the body, and the other grabs the rope...A flash of lightning flashes across the night, and the pupils in the sunken eye sockets flicker Twitching, as if seeing something unexpected, the movements of the hands couldn't help but stop...

"........."

Thin figure, dry lips, his eyes piercing the dark shadows...

"Why don't you go?"