Sweat dripped down, his black pupils were bloodshot, and his knuckles were bluish-white.
"I'm still fine... Come on... Father God..." Su Mianbao felt as if his whole body was soaked in cold water, but he still gritted his teeth and re-inserted the scarlet hose.
…
“When the Lamb opened the fourth seal, I heard the fourth living creature say, “Come!” This time I saw a light gray horse. Its rider was named Death, and Hades followed closely behind him. They were given power to destroy a quarter of all mankind by sword, famine, plague, and wild beasts. ”
…
Qi Zhou is dead.
The Lord's sword pierced his throat and blood flowed out.
The sky was bright, with diffused golden light shining through the glass, and the smooth tiles glowing with white light.
The Lord of the World threw his sword and slowly walked in front of Qi Zhou, with a trail of blood on the hem of his bright red robe.
"...Qi Zhou, you are very similar to me." The Lord of the World clapped his hands and sighed:
"But the difference is, I know that Oliver Squee is invincible, and I can't find any way to kill him. But you are different, you know that I will die, so you are always trying to kill me."
"I am the creator of all evil, the mountain that spreads from you, the shadow that never fades."
"But you know what?"
The Lord took out a feather pen and wrote a few words on Qi Zhou's body. The next moment, the dead Qi Zhou opened his eyes again and resumed breathing.
The golden pupils looked at each other, and finally there was a clear despair in Qi Zhou's eyes, while the eyes of the Lord of the World had long been like a pool of stagnant water. The Lord of the World smiled miserably and clapped his hands, and the shadow he cast was like a towering mountain:
“——The creator can make you live or die with one stroke.”
"I have already done exactly the same thing as you did, picking up the blade and slashing at Si Que."
“At that time, Si Que also resurrected me with a few strokes of his pen.”
Qi Zhou rubbed his lips together and made a tiny sound: "Why...why don't you let me go to a peaceful death...why...why did you write so many characters..."
The Lord bowed his head. He remembered that he had questioned Si Que in the same way. Si Que Olivers! Why did you write so many characters? Aren't there enough people in Rovatha? Why did you write so many characters and then abandon them?
The past is as fresh as ever, and it is repeated today, except that the protagonists have changed.
Facing Qi Zhou's trembling eyes, the Lord replied to Qi Zhou with the same words Si Que had replied to him:
“Have you ever heard of… the story of the Lamb opening the seal?”
…
“When the Lamb opened the fifth seal, I saw an altar, and under the altar were many souls who had been killed for preaching the word of God and bearing witness for Him.]”
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Su Bread is dead.
Although she tried her best to accept Su Mingan's feelings, she still couldn't hold on.
The accumulated emotions of a 19-year-old young man were heavier than the thick green mountains and crushed a man to death.
Su Ming'an silently looked down at Su Mianbao's body. The black-haired girl was lying on the ground, her expression in a state of madness, fear, grief, and numbness, her whole body was cold and stiff.
He hesitantly picked up the quill and sighed.
"well……"
After a moment, he put down his pen, crossed out the line "Su Mianbao is dead", and resurrected Su Mianbao.
When Su Mianbao woke up, he looked at him with fear in his eyes.
——That is the fear of an incomprehensible existence.
She couldn't understand how someone could maintain a normal mental state after going through all this. She couldn't understand why he could always heal himself again and again, pull his feet out of the mud again and again, and walk into the sunshine again and again in the rain. His heart was already full of holes, and he fell into the bottomless abyss with her.
But after a moment, her expression became humble, and she placed her right hand on her chest:
“…Father God.”
"Your Lamb knows your meaning and fully understands you."
She admired God the Father.
Only a god could be so strong and endure such a tragic experience - her father was indeed a true god.
"Father God." Su Mianbao hugged Su Ming'an.
…
"World Lord."
In the hall, Qi Zhou put his arm around the Lord's shoulder.
…
"I will be your most loyal lamb." Su Mianbao lowered his head.
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"I will become your most hated enemy." Qi Zhou raised his head.
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"Can you... accept my invitation? I have prepared a sumptuous dinner." Su Mianbao said softly.
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"Can you... shut your mouth? I don't want to hear any story about the Lamb opening the Seal." Qi Zhou said coldly.
…
“[They cried out with a loud voice, ‘How long will it take, Lord, who is holy and true? Why don’t you judge and avenge us on earth those who kill us?’ Then white robes were given to them, and a voice told them to wait a little longer, until the number of their fellow slaves who had been killed had been fulfilled.]”
…
Su Mingan accepted Su Mianbao's invitation and came to her tribe. Now her tribe has grown to 600 people. Because of the emotional resonance, Su Mianbao should not grow crooked.
"This is the cabbage stewed with meat, fried strawberries, braised water hyacinth, and jellyfish sashimi that I made myself. They are all varieties cultivated by the tribe." Su Mianbao introduced softly.
After Su Ming'an tasted it, he found it hard to describe. It seemed that Su Mianbao had not inherited his cooking skills. He pretended to swallow it, but actually spit it out secretly, being very alert.
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