Plural Apostles

Fu Hua leaned on the chair, holding his arms, with a subtle expression of relief.

Yae Sakura was smiling, as calm and gentle as ever.

Kiyana held her head, staring at Siegfried who was very jumping with a little dumbfounded.

Karen scratched her head. She keenly noticed that the atmosphere on the table was a bit strange, but she didn't know what was strange.

Baili Yaomeng is very calm, Siegfried's personality and performance are none of her business, she only cares about whether she can achieve her goal.

"This time the situation is special. There is no limit on how many people can be brought on the mission, so I am going to bring everyone. As the saying goes, there are many people, there are many..."

"If there are more people than people, there are more people in the sky." Baili Yaomeng said softly, "Nine layers of heaven, one hundred thousand ascend to the sky, the dynasty of mortals, tens of thousands of monks... The empire really intends to let a small group like you solve the problem." Question? With all due respect, you may not even be able to beat me including that battleship.”

Siegfried waved his hand quite calmly: "Hmph, maybe we are not your opponent in terms of strength alone, but in terms of making troubles, I, Siegfried, have never been afraid of anyone..."

As he said that, Siegfried touched the Lord God: "I really can't make a call. I can pull an army to push the thing in your mouth with just one phone call! Of course, this kind of behavior is a manifestation of a problem with working ability, no I still won't do this when the time comes...Come on, Baili Guliang, tell me the information in detail, and Huahua, take out your small notebook and write it down."

Sure enough, although it sounded the same syllable, it always felt a bit more teasing, so Fu Hua silently took out the pen and paper.

"Okay, let me explain in a little more detail. In my hometown, there are individuals called monks. The purpose of monks' existence is to become immortals. It can be said that it is similar to some of the so-called monks I saw in China during this period. The text descriptions in the novel format are relatively similar." Baili Yaomeng said after thinking, "However, there are still quite big differences in the specific descriptions..."

"This is normal. After all, the concept of individual life will always be changed during the process of information transmission." Siegfried shrugged, "It's up to you to tell me how to cultivate this immortal in your place. The brain hole is getting bigger and bigger, and nuclear energy cultivation has come out."

Baili Yaomeng frowned slightly: "In my hometown, monks are the ones who have absolute power. When you embark on the road of monks, the ultimate goal is to become a fairy, and in order to become a fairy, you must continue to practice and keep moving forward. What is required is extremely Huge spiritual energy, from training Qi to transforming gods, to finally ascending to the sky..."

Fu Hua wrote on the paper: Miss Baili, is there anyone who has become a fairy?And if it is divided according to the realm of your hometown, what realm are you?

"To become an immortal, if you become an immortal by ascending to the Heavenly Court, there are many immortals. If you are immortal, immortal, and become an immortal for the sake of cultivation...according to this standard, maybe only that person is an immortal." Baili Youmu paused, then shook her head, "But according to what I saw in the outer world, that person is not considered a fairy."

"As for me, I don't know my own realm."

"I don't know my own realm? Where you are, there is already a clear and clear power system corresponding to the current situation, just like the current political system with clear responsibilities... Forget it, many local political systems are quite chaotic." Qi Ge Fei thought for a while, "According to your style, have you found a way?"

"There are some things that you can only know by seeing them with your own eyes." Baili Yaomeng was silent, and finally said these words, "Thanks to Master's favor, I started as a god. I have never ascended to the sky, but I have also killed people in the sky ... I can't tell the exact level, but I still have some measure in my heart about how many people I can kill and how many levels I can fight against."

"And if I want to achieve my goal...the empire must send someone stronger than me, or a god...someone who can kill all the monks in the world."

Baili Yaomeng looked calm and serious, yes, the best way she imagined was a strong enough person to kill all the monks in the sky and the world, and cut off the so-called dream of cultivating immortals.

"So, put it in peace forever."

"Hey, hey! Is that what you think?" Kallen's mouth twitched, and she couldn't accept what the other party said, "For peace, kill everyone..."

"Cultivators are only a small part. Besides monks, there are hundreds of millions of people." Baili Yaomeng said seriously, "The two are irreconcilable, so for the sake of hundreds of millions of people, dead monks are the best." Cultivator, it's just that Master didn't kill hard enough, and I didn't kill enough... All in all, not strong enough!"

"Can the empire send a strong man? Or let the true god go once?"

The result is of course impossible. No matter how the task is performed, it is necessary to conduct an on-site investigation, and then formulate a plan that conforms to the position and policies of the empire according to the situation, let alone the true god. If the affairs of mortals want to interfere, it is usually the apostle of the main god who acts as the true god and the empire. The spokesperson of the real god will always have a bad influence on some mortal civilizations.

For example, there is no need to do anything, there is God to help, for example, you can die at will, anyway, God will stop them at the last moment...

Civilizations that have not reached a certain level of thinking, or have a high probability of having such thoughts after recognizing the existence of the true god, are not qualified to recognize the existence of the true god.

After realizing this, Baili Yaomeng didn't continue to mention this matter. Anyway, according to her current understanding of the style of the empire, after Siegfried saw the things in his hometown in person, there would definitely be changes. Some changes... will definitely be against all the monks in the sky and the world.

After talking about the matter, we have to wait until Bronya and the Hyperion come back before setting off. After a brief ripple, life has returned to its usual state...but many people feel that their daily life is different, at least with The daily life was different some time ago.

"Space development needs to use one's own strength to peel off some space debris, and then proceed..."

Reading something that hurts her head, Qiyana couldn't help but shift her gaze, and turned to Siegfried who was sitting on the sofa behind.

boom!A piece of soft cake was smashed on Qiyana's forehead, so it wouldn't hurt, but this soft cake was directly stuck on her forehead. Kiyana raised her hand and grabbed the soft cake from her forehead, looking at Qi with a troubled expression. Geoffrey: "What are you doing?!"

"Read your book carefully, don't you understand the truth that people who are stupid should read more?" Siegfried whistled, eating cakes, while moving his feet on Lei Deng Mei's head, "Mei, move quickly, Otherwise you will have braids."

Lei Dian Mei just moved his lips, his eyes were drowsy and lazy: "Mr. Qi, don't make trouble... huh..."

"... Siegfried, did you not take your medicine?" Kiyana looked at the twisted braid that had already been braided for Leiden Mei with a tangled expression. But she felt that Siegfried could still save him, "Why don't you eat another one?"

Siegfly, who was fiddling with Leiden Mei's hair, turned his head and looked at Qiyana's tangled expression. His brows moved slightly, and he suddenly leaned in front of Qiyana with soft eyes and a gentle expression: "What are you talking about?" What? Fool."

The voice was still the same voice, but it was slowly filled with gentleness and concern. Qiyana was stunned for a while, feeling that she couldn't bear it, she subconsciously turned her eyes to the side: "Ahaha... I mean that, the one among you That unknown effect...has it disappeared?"

No, the current feeling has not disappeared at all.

Then a piece of pastry flew into her mouth, and she turned her eyes subconsciously, and saw Siegfried smiling casually: "What are you talking about? Idiot."

The subtle expression on Qiyana's face suddenly became more subtle, but there is obviously a huge difference between the two subtleties, one is shaken, and the other is burning with anger...

Facts have proved that language needs to take into account many external factors.

"Fool, if you are stupid, you should read more books. I hope you can protect yourself, and even protect me." Siegfried suddenly became gentle again, and he reached out and gently turned Qiyana to face the book. Then he leaned his head into Kiyana's ear and said softly, "However, even if you are so powerful that no one can beat you, I will still worry about you, little fool."

Yes, that's the attitude and voice... Qiyana felt a little drunk, she nodded subconsciously: "Okay! I will definitely protect you in the future!"

"Hahahahaha, come on, it's just your stupid brain!"

Amidst the laughter, Qiyana felt that she had been knocked on the head, and Siegfried's big laughter came from the side, with unspeakable joy: "From now on, just obediently act stupid under the protection of my uncle, wow Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka..."

Puff——!There seemed to be a villain in her heart who vomited three thousand feet of blood, and Qiyana turned her head frantically, as if a small flame was burning in her eyes, staring at Siegfried who was laughing on the sofa: "You... Has the effect of the medicine disappeared?!"

"Of course it's gone, but I don't think there's any change. After taking the medicine, isn't something in your personality a little more prominent?" Siegfried stopped laughing, and leaned in front of Kiana again, with no trace of PS on his expression She switched over, her tone was gentle and her voice was soft, "Then here comes the question, you seem to prefer me talking to you in this way? Don't you? Lovely Kiyana?"

Qiyana froze for a moment, then quickly nodded: "Yes, yes, yes..."

"For your size, go read your book carefully." Siegfried raised his finger and pointed at Qiyana's forehead, then walked away unsteadily, and dropped a piece of pastry into Feiyuwan's mouth as he passed by , like feeding a fish, "I'll come back later to check your homework, if you fail... heh heh heh."

A string of modal particles can be said to have endless meanings.