Rebel Demon King

Edward Rothschild sat on the sofa meticulously and stared at the big screen. On the pink gift box surrounding the new Eiffel Tower, the huge Cartier red balloon watch across the center line of the box has three hands integrated into one, reaching six o'clock in a solemn manner.

The distant and light bell rang.

The camera zoomed out, and Gabrielle Bornet, the first director of France, announced loudly: "Now I officially announce that the New Year's Eve party and the wedding party of French Emperor Napoleon VII and Queen Athena have officially begun! And at 0 o'clock, we will Unveil the new Eiffel Tower on time and let the world witness the greatest love!"

The laser lights on both sides of the Seine swayed wildly, projecting brilliant colors on the stage across the Seine. The stage in the center gradually rose, and amid the shocking sound waves, The Weeknd, a singer from America, slowly appeared with his iconic potted head.

Close shots, medium shots, and long shots emerged in sequence. The best viewing seats were first cut to where dignitaries can enter. The camera gave close-ups of world-famous figures one by one, ranging from leaders of various countries to business celebrities. In addition to Star Gate and Tai Chi Dragon, The god generals have not yet arrived, and all the other famous people have been caught in one sweep. Then the camera quickly slides over the crowd of spectators who bought tickets to enter under the new Eiffel Tower and on the Champ de Mars, and then zooms up to include the brightly lit banks of the Seine and the densely packed spectators on the surrounding buildings. In the streets and alleys of Paris, no matter where you are in Paris, you can see the unparalleled 330-meter-high four-sided screen surrounding the Eiffel Tower. When the camera finally switched to Napoleon VII and No. 7, everyone was HIGH, and the whole of Paris turned into a sea of ​​joy.

"Has Liu Yu arrived in Paris?" Edward Rothschild asked.

"Already arrived." Nathan, who was standing nearby and had been promoted to the president of Blackstone Group, answered softly with his head raised. "The Eleventh General is currently at the Ouyu headquarters, and is currently meeting with Master Joshua and the real body of Napoleon VII. Meet, they are waiting for you.”

Edward Rothschild nodded.

"The question is..." Nathan lowered his voice, "Is the Eleventh General really trustworthy?"

Edward Rothschild said calmly: "No one can believe it."

"Then why are you still going?" Nathan couldn't help but say, "The Eleventh General told you that Lucifer's ultimate killing move can directly kill the main body through the carrier, why do you still want to take this risk?"

"Nathan, it doesn't matter to us whether we win or lose. It's important to sit at the table and not be written on the menu." Edward Rothschild said meaningfully, "I don't care who To rule the world, I only care about where we are in the new currency system. At present, only a few people can understand this system. Those who can understand are either interested in the profits generated by this system, or they are very dependent on this system. Systemic charity. On the other hand, the intelligence of the vast majority of people is not enough to understand the huge advantages brought by capital derived from this system. They can only accept exploitation without complaint. We should be confident that the previous part can We are needed by people who understand that we have controlled this complex system for thousands of years, and as long as these people do not oppose us, we can continue to sit in our ecological niche."

Nathan took a deep breath, "You mean, it's okay to betray Napoleon VII and Liu Yu and cooperate with Bai Xiuxiu and Lucifer instead?"

Edward Rothschild said expressionlessly: "Call Bai Xiuxiu. Tell her that I will meet with Liu Yu and Napoleon in Paris."

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"It's me, Nelson." John Chris Morgan touched his bald head like a braised egg and smiled, "It's nothing to make a fuss about."

"You?" Benner Nielsen rolled his throat, looked around and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Of course it's to save you from the evil lizard man gang." John Chris Morgan shrugged, "We are all loyal supporters of Lord Lucifer."

"Stop joking." Benner Nelson smiled bitterly, "I know you have a problem with Lord Lucifer."

"Holiday?" John Chris Morgan looked surprised. "Then you must have misunderstood something, Nelson. If you want to ask who is Lord Lucifer's most loyal fan in the world, it must be me! Do you know? ‘Satan Advent’ was founded by myself, Napoleon VII, Sampaima, Akal Cavusoglu and Saionji Benimaru.”

After hearing this astonishing secret, Benner Nielsen took a deep breath. His expression changed rapidly several times, but what remained in the end was a touch of unconcealable excitement, "I don't believe you came here just to save me." For such a little person, just tell me, what do you need me to do?"

John Chris Morgan put his arms around Benner Nielsen's shoulders and said with a playful smile: "Continue the live broadcast and film the process of me saving you again. Remember to be cool. The process just now was too easy. There is no selling point, and I have to redesign two lines to show how much I love and admire Lord Lucifer." He coughed and changed it into weird Chinese, "For example: Even if I am ostracized by the world, I am willing to do it for you. Lord Lucifer fell into the abyss! Also: The strongest wine in the world is just Lord Lucifer’s wedding wine. After all, we can’t compare to Mrs. Lu’s “I do.” We lost, completely.”

Benner Nelson's face wrinkled up, "No, isn't the second sentence a little wrong?"

"Do you understand?"

Benner Nelson sang in the Northeastern dialect with a clear accent: "The sword kills the bald eagle in anger. The mountain soars into the sky with great courage. The fire is tumbling and burning. The sea stirs up ten thousand feet of waves. You brave the mountain of swords and the sea of ​​fire alone, and you are alone with thousands of arrows. block"

John Chris Morgan also sang along, getting more and more passionate as he sang, "Blood is flowing with the wind. Cut off the list of gods with one sword. Step on the N sea and defeat the armies. Drive away the emperor and make the ghosts and gods cry. Kill the great emperor and destroy him." God is rebellious. I am carrying a new force alone. There are so many people calling me the devil. Who dares to call me the eldest brother except me, Lucifer?"

After singing, the two smiled knowingly and then high-fived.

John Chris Morgan said without hesitation: "That's it, let's do it later!"

Benner Nielsen chuckled, "Reshooting is just a small problem." After hesitating, he asked in a low voice, "Are you planning to side with Tai Chi Dragon?"

"There is no need to be so subtle." John Chris Morgan hugged Benner Nelson's arm and said with a smile, "I just sold them before being betrayed by those shameless and nasty lizard people."

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Cheng Mo pulled Xie Minyun and ran along the ice lake towards the mountain. The moonlight and starlight turned into powder when scattered on the snow, exuding a glowing light, as pure as a stack of white tissue paper. They were running on it, just like in the set that was painstakingly created in a movie. Stage a play about love.

The two of them were like water drifting across the lake, causing ripples in the calm snow. They stepped onto the ridge and ran towards the top of the mountain. The crystal clear Milky Way was right in front of them. It seemed that as long as they chased hard, climbed to the top of the mountain and jumped before dawn, they could bathe in the eternal river.

"meteor!"

Xie Minyun suddenly stopped and pulled Cheng Mo to look back. The dense stars formed a long luminous belt in the center of the sky. Several bolides slid through the Pleiades star cluster, leaving behind a string of silvery traces. It is like several fishing lines thrown from the sky, like the gods fishing on the bank of the Milky Way.

"The universe is always like this, giving unexpected performances to those who insist on looking up." Cheng Mo said loudly. It was obvious that the world was empty and lonely, and there was no one except them, but he still excitedly increased the volume.

("Things You Said" cody fry/abby cates)

"Hurry up!" Xie Minyun pulled him in a different direction and ran towards the top of the mountain. As she ran, she sang: "I was walking in the woods one day
One day in my dream I walked through the dark forest
Trying to keep the ghosts at bay
Trying to stop ghosts from approaching me
Then I thought I saw your face but it was just leaves
Then I seemed to see your face but it was just the passing leaves
I see you in the strangest things
I found you involved in the strangest things.

Your voice in every bird that sings
Your voice joins the song of the birds

Can they hear it echoing or is that just me?
Can they hear your echo? Is this my imagination? "

Xie Minyun's voice is like a flower that blooms in the gap between the cold wind and the moonlight. When the flower blooms to the end, it brings out tears and heart. As a result, time becomes soft, the sky becomes clear and transparent, and the air is filled with the fragrance of flowers. , and as sweet as spring rain.

Cheng Mo felt extremely happy. He hadn't been so relaxed for a long time. In the singing, he forgot about the thunderous explosions, the flames blooming like roses, the shaking of the earth, the noise of the waves, and being torn apart by him. Gaping wounds and children drowned in blood.

He forgot everything, that he was Lucifer.

He thought he was still Cheng Mo, the same shy and timid young man who liked to cover up everything with indifference and pretend to be brave.

With rapid and enthusiastic breathing, he was led by Xie Minyun and ran, as if he were at the foot of Yuelu Mountain many years ago. Finally, they reached the top of the mountain, as if they had arrived at the dock from land, with the boundless sea of ​​stars in front of them.

Xie Minyun suddenly stopped, turned around lightly, faced him, and pulled him around in circles on the top of the mountain. The snowflakes were fluttering like colorful peach blossoms. She shouted as loudly as a child.

At first, Cheng Mo just stared at Xie Minyun's starry eyes while spinning, and then he started shouting as much as he wanted, as if a naughty boy was listening to the echo of the universe.

They kept spinning until they held hands and fell head-over-heels into the soft snow.

In the rapid breathing of the two people, the boundless universe presented the unknown and magnificent world selflessly in front of them. Xie Minyun hummed softly again, her murmuring humming passed through the cold wind and rose into the starry sky, witnessing the passage of stars, white snow, mountain peaks, frozen lakes, blue candies, and cabins. The silver river, which is eternal and changes all the time, depicts the picture of the growth rings of the universe. Every shining, ravine in the shadow and colorful texture describe the greatness of the universe.

This made Cheng Mo couldn't help but want to cry.

"Human beings are so small, but they live on such a blessed planet. There are oceans, rivers, lakes, air, forests, and countless lovely animals and beautiful plants. We humans have so much, but we have so much. There is still an endless struggle. It is obvious that the earth is so big and the universe is so vast. Human beings can go further and see more, but they are still experiencing internal friction over and over again."

Xie Minyun seemed to hear his voice and held his hand tightly, "You are not allowed to think about unhappy things now, and you are not allowed to think about other people."

"Okay." Cheng Mo nodded, "Then I don't think about anything."

"Idiot!"

"Ok?"

"You can miss me."

"Oh."

Xie Minyun took his hand out of Cheng Mo's and sneered, "You're done, Cheng Xiaomo."

"I just don't want to say 'I miss you' or 'I will miss you,' because when you say it, it means that we are either in a state of separation or about to separate."

"Although you are very nice, I am still in a bad mood."

"Okay. How can I make you happy."

"Do you still want me to teach you this?"

"I just want to get straight to the answer instead of doing a bunch of useless work."

"Why are you still a wooden fish head after all these years? I'm really going to be pissed off by you."

"Didn't you realize that I was trying to make you happy in reverse?"

Xie Minyun was speechless for a long time, and said very depressedly: "Thank you, thank you for your reverse sense of humor."

Cheng Mo scratched his head, "Maybe I really don't have the talent to make people laugh."

At this time, another group of shooting stars crossed the sky, and Xie Minyun became happy again. She raised her hands to her lips and said loudly to the starry sky: "Cheng Xiaomo, look at the shooting stars! With so many shooting stars, you can make many, many wishes." !”

Xie Minyun's voice echoed in the sky. Cheng Mo looked far into the distance and saw many colorful meteors appearing near the Sacred Constellation. He could recognize at a glance that these green and reddish colors came from molecules or atoms in the front atmosphere. Excitation and the excitation of various metal atoms in the meteoroid itself. These are fragments of ice and rock shed by Comet Swift-Tuttle. Every year when it passes by the Earth, these fragments are captured and burned by the Earth's atmosphere, forming beautiful bright streaks visible to the naked eye, which we The often referred to as the Semperid meteor shower. He looked at the disk of the Milky Way again, with countless stars shining softly in the sky. The galactic plane passes right through the bright Northern Cross, bisecting the sky.

The Seionid meteor shower occurs from July 7 to August 17 every year. And the Northern Cross should not appear in the middle of the sky in winter.

He realized that this was not the past, not the future, not a certain timeline, and not reality. This was indeed a dream, and his voice deepened, "Yes! So many shooting stars." He said with some regret, "But I don't have so many wishes to make."

Xie Minyun smiled, sighed, and said in a lightly mocking tone: "How lonely it must be if a person doesn't even have a wish."

Cheng Mo also laughed, self-deprecatingly, "No, how can someone like me talk about loneliness?"

"what is that?"

Cheng Mo hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "It's nothing."

Xie Minyun noticed Cheng Mo's helplessness and exhaustion buried deep in her heart. A touch of old, warm, cherished and distressed affection appeared on her plain face, as well as a touch of indescribable sadness. She turned sideways and leaned against her. She turned to him, rested her cheek on his arm, and murmured in a low voice: "If you want to say something, just say it directly. I don't want there to be anything that can't be said between us."

Cheng Mo lay in the snow, with the person he longed for in his arms. He didn't respond immediately. He thought for a long time about what he should say to Xie Minyun, but he felt that he shouldn't ask. Then the bitterness on the tip of my tongue became heavier and heavier.

"There's nothing you can't say to me. No matter what, I want to share it with you." Xie Minyun nestled in his arms and repeated again.

Cheng Mo remained silent for a while, and then asked in a calm tone: "So this is the cage you prepared for me? Just like you once said."

Finally he asked.

Xie Minyun came a little closer to him, so close that she almost pressed her lips against his cold cheek. She put her hand across his chest, held his hand again, and whispered as if she was talking in her sleep: "Cheng Xiao Mo, I know you have endured too much and you are very tired. I don’t mean anything else. I just hope you can stop and take a good rest. I don’t want you to continue to bear so much alone. This is not good for you. Fair." She closed her eyes, "I will not imprison you, you are free, I just hope you can take me with you in the future, I don't want to be separated from you again."

Cheng Mo didn't know how long it had been since anyone showed pity to him. He was so powerful that almost everyone would only express fear. Even people close to him would not think that someone like him would need others. mercy.

It's a bit humorous to think about it. How could a devil like Lucifer need mercy?

needs.

Even if he had no choice, he would still feel pain for the choice he made. He didn't dare to look at social media or watch those documentaries about the doomsday he had produced. He didn't dare to think back, and even deliberately abandoned the memories he cherished bit by bit. He only dared to look forward.

Although he has never regretted it, even if he had to do it over ten thousand times, he would still make the same choice, even if he knew that he would live in an endless abyss in the future, never seeing the light for a moment. He would still make the same choice, he had no choice.

The helplessness of life is that you must move forward even if you know that there is no recovery ahead, even if you are bruised and broken.

The sober people in this world suffer the most.

The so-called hell is the prison where the sober people imprison themselves.

He knew that Xie Minyun was in the same pain as him.

Someone so pure had to live in hell with him and comfort him.

Cheng Mo turned his head and saw her lying flat in the white snow like an ice sculpture, as if she was inheriting the silent accumulation of fateful snowflakes. It seemed that she wanted to be buried in the snow with him like this. He stared at her eyelashes, her face, and her lips as bright as a dream in the snowflakes. It was obvious that her face had hardly changed since she was eighteen years old, but he could clearly feel that time had passed through her pupils, leaving traces of winding lines that could not be erased just like the traces on the brand-new round table just now. Growth rings.

He knew that the best comfort for her was to confess everything to her, confess his struggles, confess his hidden pain, and confess the reasons why he had to persist. He held Xie Minyun's hand with his backhand and opened his mouth with difficulty.

"You should know some of the things I have done in recent years. I am constantly replacing those who stand in front of me with biological robots. Whether those people are good people or bad people, like King Shapaima, Akar · Cavusoglu and Kalman are not bad people, they are even heroes of their own nation. There are also Alan Los, Alfred Greenspan, Douglas Gore, although these people are academics People, but they are the remnants of liberalism, and they are obstacles on the road to human unification and progress. As well as some businessmen, William Henry, Jeff Sanchez, Jason Mark, they were once pioneers of the times, but now they are just They just want to protect their own interests from being damaged. There are even some religious people. I don’t know if you know, but several bishops in the Vatican have been replaced by biological robots, including your previous teacher. Zong Constantine III." Cheng Mo felt Xie Minyun's hand tremble, and he immediately explained, "I did not kill him, but sent him to the Winter Palace."

Xie Minyun asked seriously: "Why do you do this? My teacher is so tolerant, compassionate, and open-minded. Not only does he actively embrace new technologies, he has also been committed to saving the poor, and he has spared no effort to promote human peace. Such a person , why do you want to imprison him?"

Cheng Mo hesitated for a moment and whispered: "It wasn't me who decided to do this, it was Nuwa." "Nuwa?"

"Our plan is to establish a globally unified Taisho Palace, establish global public enterprises, and unify faith. This plan is not my idea, but what the master and his fellow travelers have been trying to achieve since World War II. It's just that They failed to defeat human selfish desires and failed. In order to achieve this goal, I continued my master's idea and replaced a large number of political dignitaries and business people from various countries with biological robots. In order to achieve true fairness, in order to achieve true In an ideal world, in order to ensure that all plans are not interfered with by personal desires, we introduce artificial intelligence to make plans and make decisions. So those people should be replaced, those companies should be controlled, and those religions should be eliminated, they all belong to Nuwa Decision." He paused, "Nu Wa believes that the existence of pacifists like Constantine III is not conducive to the unity of faith. We do not need all the religious beliefs of the old era. No matter how progressive he appears, they are essentially the same. The feudal remnants of the old era, we only need a new 'Saint Cult' that can adapt to the new era."

Xie Minyun took a deep breath and said, "I know that revolution is not about treating guests to dinner, writing articles, or painting and embroidering. It cannot be so elegant, so leisurely, gentle, and gentle. Revolution is a riot. But are you sure you are doing the right thing? You Do you think you can reach that ideal utopia by doing this? If you say that humans are ants, can you know whether ants live happily?" She said, "Just like this Tower of Babel, Nebuchadnezzar built Can it really eliminate language barriers and bridge the misunderstanding gap between humans?"

Cheng Mo was silent for a moment and asked in an emotionless voice: "So you asked me to come to the ruins of ancient Babylon just to persuade me to stop?" He said, "I didn't expect that one day you would say to me These words."

"Rather than saying that I want you to stop, it's better to say that I don't want to see you continue to live in misunderstanding and pain. I don't want others to think that you are a dictator, a tyrant, or a big devil." Xie Minyun hugged him tighter. , said softly, "Think about Uncle Li, what kind of person he is, how firm his will is, how powerful he is, he has an almost infinite lifespan, but what is his ending? What has become of the Black Death? What kind of monster? Your idea is good, but artificial intelligence is not controlled by humans? Doesn’t its decision-making, its preferences, and its execution ultimately fall on humans? We have to accept the reality that the human world is not It may become perfect, but it should not become perfect. "1984" and "Brave New World" are both mistakes, and any extreme world is wrong. Human society does not need to achieve a certain form of perfection; It is the ability to correct mistakes." She turned sideways and stroked his cheek, her eyes lingering in his eyes, "Correcting mistakes, this is the mission of the Black Death, isn't it?"

Cheng Mo shook his head with no meaning. Even he himself didn't know what he was denying. "Xie Xiaojin, I know everything you said. That's why I handed over the world to the control of artificial intelligence without hesitation. I think this is unstoppable." s future."

"It's the future! But no one knows how far into the future it is." Xie Minyun closed her eyes and took a long breath, "What you are doing now is too radical."

"An overcorrection must be overcorrected." Cheng Mo returned to his cold tone, "I know that in this process, artificial intelligence has hurt many people, and it may hurt more people in the future, but I think that if we want to There will always be a price to pay for ending the rentier enslavement of humanity.”

"Cost? You said it easily! Have you ever thought about it, your parents, my parents, and ourselves have all become the price! We can't be so rash!" Xie Minyun opened his eyes and looked sideways at Cheng Momo. Said, "What's more, revolution should be and must be the result of human beings' own struggle, because only in the struggle in which human beings themselves participate can they obtain education, improve themselves, and awaken human beings. We cannot rely on 'gods' like you, let alone You can’t rely on ‘AI capabilities.’ You’re playing with fire.”

"I know, I know this is counterproductive. I know I have hurt many people. I also know that I will become a sinner of mankind." Cheng Mo said, "But I don't care, because I know that the night of the revolution is indeed dark, but bright When it comes, happiness will be long-lasting.”

Xie Minyun lowered his eyes and said worriedly: "But if the revolution fails, it will be a catastrophe. Their counterattack will be even more violent."

Cheng Mo raised his hand and stroked Xie Minyun's hair that was stained with snow on his forehead, and said with a smile: "Their counterattack will only come at me. They can't change the course of history and move forward."

Xie Minyun sighed again, and she curled up in his arms as if she was tired, "I'm trying my best to convince myself to support you instead of stopping you."

"Why do you need to convince yourself? Of course you should support me."

"Why can you speak so confidently? Why should I support you?"

"Because I am your husband and you are my wife."

Xie Minyun sneered, "Are you still embarrassed to say that?"

"Didn't you admit it yourself?"

"You" Xie Minyun bit her lip, pushed Cheng Mo away, stood up, grabbed the snow, threw it in his face, and stuffed it into his collar.

Cheng Mo smiled and rolled left and right on the snow, avoiding Xie Minyun's cold and white hands.

"You're still laughing!" Xie Minyun ignored Cheng Mo, turned around and sat on his knees in the snow, ignoring him.

Cheng Mo also sat up. He moved behind Xie Minyun and hugged her from behind.

Xie Minyun pushed his hand up and said coldly: "Don't touch me."

Cheng Mo did not force it, but turned around and sat down with his back against Xie Minyun. He looked up at the starry sky and said quietly: "In fact, there is no need to question and search for love as a belief. There is no need to use it as a tool. It sets standards. Any judgment and measurement will lead to a misunderstanding of love. True love has nothing to do with romantic and grand ceremonies, has nothing to do with profound philosophy and religion, and has nothing to do with serious moral ethics."

Xie Minyun interrupted Cheng Mo's sweet words, "Cheng Xiaomo, don't use these right and wrong words to coax me. Just tell me what you plan to do."

Cheng Mo didn't think about it, and responded immediately, "I remember you told me that the 'All-Seeing Eye' is a device, so it's actually a navigator?"

Xie Minyun nodded, "Yes." Then asked, "So the Garden of Eden is a spaceship?"

Cheng Mo smiled, "So your favorite science fiction novel is "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy"?"

Xie Minyun neither admitted nor denied, nor did she speak. She just knelt and sat in the white snow without saying a word, as if she had entered Zen meditation.

Time is falling like a free fall, with the indulgence and pleasure of being on the verge of death. In the tight suffocation, Cheng Mo settled on the thought that had been lingering in his mind for a long time.

"Run away with me!" he stood up and shouted with all his strength.

When Xie Minyun looked back at him, he stretched out his hand to her. Behind him and her and the snow-white peaks, the aurora passed over the mountains and lakes, the stars shone in the sky, the wind sang hypnotic songs, and the clouds floated on the mirror-like ice cubes. He sent her an invitation to elope, He moved his lips as if he was reciting a poem about space and happiness.

"Escape from the earth, sneak across the galaxy, and go to the uninhabited depths of the universe."

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There's still an hour left until the New Year's Eve bell rings.

At midnight, the Eiffel Tower and the Champ de Mars are still crowded with people and the sound of drums and drums. In this globally celebrated festival, not only Paris, but the whole world’s attention is focused on it. People are not only enjoying this grand New Year's Eve party, they are also waiting for the clock to strike midnight. His Majesty Emperor Napoleon personally opened the gift box wrapped in the Eiffel Tower and gave it to the happiest woman in the world, Queen Athena. Then, like a fairy tale, we walked with the float to the wedding hall - the Palace of Versailles.

At this moment, people all over the world are either in person or on the Internet, eagerly looking forward to the arrival of zero o'clock.

At this moment, there is only one time zone in the world - Paris time zone.

Palma stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with a telescope. Next to him was a row of clothes hangers. Most of the clothes hanging on them were Loren Gray's skirts. Those pink and white skirts reflected the laser lights outside the window, overflowing with light. The color is exceptionally bright. He hid in the gorgeous reflection and looked at the other side.

The gift box composed of a 3D giant screen stands under the night sky, like a magnificent surrealist building. At a glance, it reminds people of the giant screen ball "MSGSphere" in Las Vegas. However, compared with the gift box in front of you, "MSGSphere" is still not cyberpunk enough, and it is also dwarfed in terms of scale. Its height is only 111 meters, while the gift box is 333 meters. Not only is the size much smaller, but to the naked eye There is also a gap between 3D and colorful technology. The red streamers flying on the display are lifelike, and it's hard to tell the authenticity from the real streamers tied high up. There is also a Cartier blue balloon watch across the gift box, which is exactly like the real watch, as if a huge blue balloon is really tied to the outside of the gift box. Not only has it broken multiple Guinness World Records around the world, but the most exaggerated thing is that it only exists tonight. After midnight, it will be opened like a real gift box and then disappear.

Emperor Napoleon used the power of France to prepare the most luxurious gift for Queen Athena, which was the most beautiful mirage presented to people all over the world.

Palma didn't have much expectations for opening the gift box. He had been inside the gift box and found that there was not much difference between the new Eiffel Tower and the old one. While observing the condition of the gift box through binoculars and drones, he stared anxiously at Benner Nielsen's live broadcast room. Although the live broadcast of "Blood Moon" was still going on, Benner Nielsen had not appeared for a long time.

What's worse is that neither the people in the Baghdad broadcast truck nor Benner Nelson and Loren Gray who sneaked into the New Babylon Arena can be contacted. He is different from other employees. He clearly understands the seriousness of the matter, so he has no intention of watching the exciting programs in the square. The only question swirling in his mind right now is whether he should run away with the employees who are still in Paris.

If it weren't for the number of people online watching Lucifer and the oriental girl who was suspected of being a saint in Benner Nielsen's live broadcast room, who were about to exceed an unprecedented two billion, he would have run away.

"But what if the boss bets right? The problem is that we don't have the strength to go to this gambling table. The result of forcing the table is that everyone and the chips disappear." Palma said to himself and then smiled bitterly, "Maybe it's better to run away now. There’s enough time.”

He hesitated over this, but couldn't make up his mind. The live broadcast room was about to have 2 billion viewers. Would it be a pity to give up? He looked at the live broadcast room again. The number of people online finally reached a historic moment, exceeding 2 billion, and it was still rising rapidly.

Just at this time, Lucifer and the Saint held hands and ran to the top of the mountain. They began to romantically circle hand in hand in the snow under the starry sky, and they immediately started talking about the frying pan.

"It's so beautiful! Extremely beautiful. I didn't expect the Saints and Lucifer to be a couple! I never thought there would be such a poignant love story between them! It's so touching!"

"Ah! Ah! Ah! I'm getting goosebumps. This couple is so delicious. In comparison, the wedding of Emperor Napoleon and Queen Athena was really vulgar. This pair of them is really... A match made in heaven!”

"Does anyone have a recording of the story of Lucifer and the Saint on the train? I missed it and didn't hear it. My sister cried. I asked her to tell me, but she couldn't!"

"Same request!"

"Please kindly help me record it!"

"What kind of fairy story is this! Lord Lucifer is willing to become a devil for the sake of the Holy Maiden, and the Holy Maiden is willing to fall into hell for Lord Lucifer."

"Ah! It feels like they are the only two people left in the world! I really hope I don't wake up from this dream!!!! Whoever says that Lord Lucifer is a bad guy in the future, I will fight him to the end!"

"I'm not sure, but it doesn't stop us from continuing to dream! I was really touched by this sentence. It's so touching! I want to cry! I didn't feel this way at all when I saw Napoleon and Athena. Their wedding was indeed gorgeous. It’s the ultimate, but Lucifer and the Saint have nothing, only snow and starry sky, which is really so beautiful. It’s a shame to have a wedding that smells like copper!”

"Hit +1."

"Hit +2."

"Hit +3."

The comments are floating like torrential snowflakes, all full of praise and blessings. Although occasionally some people criticized Lucifer, they were drowned out by the overwhelming praise in the blink of an eye. Not to mention these melon-eaters, even Palma, who is well-informed and accustomed to seeing beautiful scenes, was attracted by this scene, which was more touching than the movie, and couldn't bear to look away, so much so that They forgot that just outside the window was the wedding scene of Napoleon VII and "Athena", and they even forgot the dangerous situation they faced.

Until the phone rang suddenly, Palma shuddered, looked away from the monitor, and looked at the mobile phone placed on the small table. When he discovered that it was Benner Nielsen's head that was beating, he put aside the image in his mind of Lucifer and the Saint lying side by side in the snow.

With his heart beating like a drum, he quickly answered the call. The voice that came over there was indeed Benner Nielsen's voice. He breathed a sigh of relief, his voice almost choked with sobs, "Boss! Are you okay? It really scared me to death!"

"Of course it's okay. I'm Benner Nielsen, the world's most powerful Internet celebrity, news host, and war correspondent."

"You are really awesome~" Palma also said this Chinese with a meaning that he didn't quite understand.

"Okay, without further ado, Palma, what did you find happening there?"

"There is no situation, the city is full of people, the party is still going on, everything is normal."

"Where's the Montparnasse Tower?"

"Stephen just sent me a message, saying that the number of people online in the live broadcast room has broken the historical record. At present, the number of people online in the live broadcast rooms of several mainstream TV stations is not as large as the number of people online in our live broadcast room. I feel that no one is watching Napoleon. The emperor’s wedding! People all over the world are watching Lucifer and the Saint giving candy in our live broadcast room!”

"No, most of them are dual-players, watching the industrial saccharine of Napoleon VII with disgust, while eating real sugar during our live broadcast! This is love!" Benner Nielsen sighed, "It's so beautiful It makes me want to quit Explosive Space and have a pure love."

The phone rang with Loren Gray's loud questioning, "Boss, you haven't explained to me yet what the leopard print underwear and whip mean!"

"Listen to me Gray, I'm just here to study my skills."

Benner Nelson covered the microphone. After a moment, he coughed twice and said dejectedly: "Forget it, let's not talk about damn love. Making money is the way to go."

Palma laughed, "Anyway, now we have won!"

Benner Nielsen also laughed, "Sunshine, beaches, bikini girls in Miami, it's all about explosions!"

Palma glanced at the screen. Lucifer was still lying in the snow with the Saint. He hesitated and asked: "Looking at it, Lucifer won't come to Paris today, right? Do we still need to keep a close eye on him?"

"No, Lord Lucifer will definitely go to Paris! Believe me."

"But isn't Lord Lucifer still in the ruins of ancient Babylon?"

"Our live broadcast is delayed." Benner Nelson on the other side of the phone paused for a few seconds before saying in a deep voice, "Lord Lucifer has left long ago."

"That doesn't mean that Lord Lucifer will definitely come, right? Isn't he in love with the Saint? What should Athena do if she comes here again? My God, it's scary to think about the relationship between them."

"Mr. Morgan said that Napoleon VII's wedding was a trap for Lord Lucifer, but Lord Lucifer would definitely go ahead even if he knew it was a trap."

"Lord Morgan? John Chris Morgan? The former Fourth General?"

"Yes! I'm with Mr. Morgan now. We're on a supersonic passenger plane and we'll arrive in Paris in more than ten minutes."

"Okay!" Palma shrugged, "Then I'll wait here for you to come."

"OK, keep an eye over there and let me know if anything happens!"

"Okay." When Palma responded, he subconsciously turned his head in the direction of the monitor, but saw a familiar figure that was no longer familiar. He couldn't help but yelled, "Oh my God!! !!”

"What's wrong, Palma?"

"I, I, I..." Palma stuttered twice and said quickly, "When I went to the Eiffel Tower through the underground pipes a few days ago, I left a few monitors inside."

"so what?"

"Guess who I saw?"

"Who? Lucifer?"

"No, it's not." Palma lowered his voice, but couldn't hide his excitement, "Lucifer is not so weird."

"Stop being so pretentious," Benner Nelson said urgently.

"One. One." Palma turned to look at the big screen that was showing the live broadcast of the Paris wedding. At this time, the director gave a close-up of Napoleon VII, ". People who should never appear in the underground pipes. "

"FXXK! Who is it?"

Palma rolled his throat and said tremblingly: "His Majesty Emperor Napoleon VII!"