Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 889 A deal...?
"I guess I know why you are so old."

... After the silver net was thrown out in an uproar, it suddenly disappeared into the night in a flash, and it was as silent as its owner.Just now, the moment when Sibaan's face was illuminated was so dazzling, even if it went dark again, that glimpse still seemed to remain in the field of vision.

Silver paint was splashed on his clothes, faintly tracing half of his outline; he looked like a son of god walking out of the dark night forest, his eyes were stained with layers of dark green.

No matter how many times I've seen him, the impact of Sparan's appearance is still astonishing.

It wasn't until the puppeteer opened his mouth coldly that Lin Sanjiu came back to his senses.

"You have to make a relationship with everyone you meet, so if you meet again next time, you won't die if you can't beat him."

He seemed to see right away that the two knew each other.

Lin Sanjiu sniffed, wondering why no one in the church made a sound, as if they were all watching her plan to answer.She had no choice but to turn a deaf ear and yelled softly to Bohemia: "Hey, it's okay, call your swimming fish out to illuminate it."

There was no response in silence in the dark.

"Bohemia?"

Still no response.

Could it be——

"I didn't hurt her," Spar'an's deep and sweet voice sounded immediately in the darkness, as if he had noticed her flashing thoughts: "Because I saw you."

The puppeteer immediately snorted in a low, disgusted voice.

Lin Sanjiu smiled without embarrassment, and walked towards Bohemia in small steps; behind him, Sbaan said "I'll come", and then a large lamppost half a person's height quickly lit up from the darkness Get up and slowly float into the air.

The soft light immediately spread over half of the dilapidated church.Bohemia was standing stiffly in the corner, motionless, every inch of her exposed skin was red and red, as if she had suddenly turned into a roasted red stone sculpture.Lin Sanjiu patted her lightly, and she jumped up suddenly, as if waking up from a dream: "What, what are you doing?"

"I still have to ask you," Lin Sanjiu asked suspiciously, "Why are you so dazed?"

"It's nothing." Bohemia didn't dare to look at Spartan, and stared in another direction without blinking, twisting her neck unnaturally: "I, I... who is that person?"

"Sparan, I told you."

With a faint breath of figs rushing over from behind, Bohemia turned her head subconsciously, then her mouth was half-opened, her face was flushed, and she froze all of a sudden—frozen again.

"Did you tell her about me?" Siba'an approached and asked in a low voice.His voice was slightly hoarse, like an intimate sigh gently brushing past his ears.

Looking at Bohemia's appearance, Lin Sanjiu probably wouldn't be surprised even if smoke came out of her ears and eyes due to brain overload in the next second.

"Yes, I may need your help with something."

Lin Sanjiu couldn't help laughing at the thought that Bohemia contemptuously called Sibaan a "little boy" not long ago.She glanced back at Siba'an, wanting to ask how he and the Queen Mother were doing underground, and then hesitated for a moment, concerned about the puppeteer above her head—it was at this time that a sudden rush came to her mind. A light passed through.

The puppeteer is still so calm until now, and he didn't call in so many puppets that he put outside, which is already very self-explanatory.

A little anxiously, she raised her head and shouted: "You called him over!"

In the darkness under the church vault that was not illuminated by light, after a few seconds, the puppeteer's nasal voice was lukewarm.

"Then why do you want me to attack him?" The more Lin Sanjiu thought about it, the more she understood. If she hadn't been misled to ambush someone, Sba'an probably wouldn't have shot at her—if Bohemia just now The silver net did not illuminate the two of them in time, and I am afraid that the battle will end without knowing what will happen.

The puppeteer sighed somewhat disappointed.

"I can't do it myself, but I have to try." He said coolly, "If he can kill you, one must have hope."

"You want to use me as a gun, I'm afraid it won't work. I've already noticed that she is a woman," Sibaan smiled softly, as if he had no fear of the puppeteer—his posture was so leisurely, it seemed I was just chatting with my old friend: "So I didn't have any intention of killing people just now."

Didn't he use his full strength just now?

This idea hovered in Lin Sanjiu's mind for half a second, and was quickly diluted by another one.She stretched out the pointer and pointed a few times in the air. Because she was angry, her tone was not very gentle: "Come down, come down and let's have a good talk."

If she hadn't dodged quickly, the pointer in her hand would have been interrupted by a rushing attack.She hurriedly took a step back, and after confirming that it was not another serious illness, she rubbed her swollen temples, then turned her head and asked, "Have you known him for a long time?"

Siba'an lazily let out an "um" from his throat, walked to the fire, sat in the chair that Lin Sanjiu had just brought out, stretched his body and straightened his two long legs.When we met last time in the arsenal, he seemed to be a bit tired. The dark blue uniform was messily opened, the collar was loosened, and the light and shadow licked all the way to trace the shape of his Adam's apple and collarbone.He seems to be able to attract the light to follow wherever he goes.

"What's going on here?" Lin Sanjiu said while going to bring Bohemia over.Under the double impact of fear and who knows what emotions, the latter seemed to be unable to turn his mind at all, and obediently followed her in small steps.

She has seen many women's shy and loving reactions when they see Sibaan, but she has never seen this kind of state like a burning thread in the brain.The blond man stretched out his hand and shook it slightly in front of Bohemia's eyes; Bohemia still turned her head stubbornly, refusing to turn to look at him.

The puppeteer suddenly said: "This person is okay."

He obviously couldn't be talking about Lin Sanjiu or Siba'an, but Bohemia's face quickly turned pale after being praised by him, as if she had been stabbed.

Sibaan let out a low breath like a sigh, and those green eyes that seemed to be able to suck the soul in, looked straight into Lin Sanjiu's eyes.He looked at her without blinking, and after a few seconds, he suddenly smiled hoarsely and softly, his warm breath could make people's skin hot and flushed: "I'm here to assassinate him now."

"Ah, is it?"

Maybe it was because of a bad cold, Lin Sanjiu just looked at him and answered two words in a daze.After a few seconds of silence in the church, she suddenly realized: "What?"

"Assassinate him."

"Wait—why? Didn't he call you?"

Siba'an glanced in the air, like a green emerald immersed in the water of the white stream, flashing past under the night. "It's not so much that he called here, it's better to say that the two of us have a tacit understanding because we have cooperated before. He knew that I was coming to assassinate him, and I also knew that he knew."

"...Say it again, I have a cold and my brain can't work."

"You don't need to catch a cold, it's not easy to use."

The puppeteer finally couldn't hold it anymore, and his voice was as sharp and cold as ice skates: "No one knew that we knew each other, that's why the arsenal sent him here——did you blow your brain out through your nostrils when you sneezed?"

Hearing this, Sba'an suddenly glanced at Lin Sanjiu.

"Why?" she asked a little warily.

"You guys are familiar?" This is not like a question anymore.

"I said familiar with him would kill me."

"...Do you think I can't move now?" The puppeteer's voice suddenly became soft and dangerous.But Lin Sanjiu waited obediently for a while, and found that he still hadn't come down—his injury might be more serious than she imagined.

"So you guys know each other very well." Sibaan brushed up his blond hair and let go, and the gilt-like halo fell loosely.

Who wants to run into him all the time?
Lin Sanjiu sighed, really didn't know how to persuade the puppeteer to come down, so he raised his voice and shouted, "Why don't you go to my medical room to recuperate?"

"roll."

Before she could speak again, Siba'an suddenly sat up, showing a rare bit of irritability: "Puppeteer, get down to business."

"The ears of two idiots stand up like rabbits, what's there to say?"

The blond man acted as if he hadn't heard it, and said straightforwardly: "What do you want?"

There was a silence in the church.After a while, the puppeteer snorted coldly: "Visa officer."

"Done."

"Don't rush to agree," the puppeteer smiled darkly, "I want more."

"Generally speaking, two are enough, right?" Sibaan frowned slightly.

"It used to be enough, but not now."

"What do you mean?"

"Haven't you noticed? The law of teleportation has failed," the puppeteer paused, as if forced to suppress another panting. "...The visa system is also in chaos. One or two visa officers can't guarantee anything, and now they are all consumables."

"The law of teleportation has failed?" Siba'an was taken aback, and glanced at Lin Sanjiu.After she explained the rumors of the "Great Flood" and the gathering of copies at the medical station, he was stunned for a while, and finally sighed softly.

"So that's how it is." Such unbelievable news, but he seemed to accept it very quickly. "This can also explain a series of situations in the twelve organizations recently..."

I don't know what Siba'an thought of, his voice became lower and lower, his eyes became brighter and brighter, the luster almost made people dare not look directly at him.Lin Sanjiu heard him say softly "Maybe this is just right", but when she wanted to ask, she didn't know whether to ask or not.

"What do you want?" the puppeteer asked lightly.

This is obviously a deal, and both parties must first set out the conditions and put the chips on the table.

Siba'an didn't say anything, but turned to look at Lin Sanjiu.She had never seen this kind of look in the eyes of this blond man—as if he watched the river of time sweep away all the corpses, and he was the only one standing on the embankment beyond time, amidst the wind and sand. Standing alone.

She somehow remembered his phrase "twin souls".

She never quite figured out what that meant.

"What I want, you can't give it to me now." Sibaan said in a low voice, "Little Jiu, where is your medical room?"

　This chapter is too difficult to write, and it was written until 03:30, no, I have to separate them quickly.In addition, I found that Sibaan is a character belonging to sunny days and puppet masters are characters belonging to cloudy days or nights. If these two people are placed at an inappropriate time, they will lose their color... Can you imagine the sun is shining brightly? , Is there a puppeteer standing under the blue sky? Anyway, it’s hard for me to imagine...

　
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