The Blood Hourglass

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Now there is only a group of Sartres and Thor left in the field. Compared with the overwhelming victory of Saffrott, the two of them seem to be evenly matched. All the eyes of the silver eyes were moved by the two of them. They watched them looking for each other's tiny flaws, and then made a fatal blow at that flaw. In the end, it was only that both sides were affected. Injury, the competition continues, only waiting for one side to disappear.

"Pharaoh, who do you think they will win?" After Hong Wu handed Luvian back to Saffrot, she became nothing to do. Now even Shu Le has disappeared, except for the one who has been singing the elegy. Apart from Adelina, there was only Farham. After looking at Adelina for a while, Hong Wu chose Farem. In Hong Wu's eyes, Adelina is no different from a machine that can drink songs. .

"Want to bet again?" Farham only found this low-level interesting, more interesting than the actual child in the angel.

"Of course not! I just asked casually, besides the coagulant bet, I can't find anything that can arouse your interest." Hong Wu was helpless, if he could, how could he not want to bet!

"It turns out that there is no bet~" Farham smiled, "If it's a bet issue, I can offer you one."

"What?" Hong Wu discovered more and more that this old man was very interesting, more interesting than he thought, but at the same time it was interesting, it also made him unable to understand the other party's true intentions or purpose.

"yourself!"

"Myself? My destiny?" When Hong Wu said this, her face changed involuntarily, and she asked unnaturally, "Will this bet be too big?"

"Relax, I will not take your life, I just want to say, if you lose, stay in heaven, if you win, then the sweeper will never trouble you again, how about it? A good bet. "Hong Wu was the first fallen angel that caught Farham's attention. At first, it was because he was the only low-level who had restored his original consciousness. Then he fled from the gate of heaven behind the temple, and finally it was cleaning again and again. Failure, for heaven, these are simply accidents in the accident, but what Farham doesn't believe in is coincidence.

"Not bad! It seems that there is nothing wrong with me!" Hong Wu thought, smiling brightly, and said, facing Farham, "Pharaoh! Not bad! It seems we can be friends, hahaha!"

"Friend?" Farham recalled this very informative word, with a special sadness in his eyes, "Friend! What a difficult goal to achieve!"

"Why?" Hong Wu couldn't understand. In his life, or from the time he remembered to the present, he had experienced too much, but he seemed to have this or that friend to accompany him, the owner, Luvian, and Saffron. Particularly, there are actually many more, deep or shallow, but at least it is worthy of the word friend.

"Because this is a matter of two people." Falham said and shook his head. "Forget it, don't talk about this. Since you said it's good, then, you made this bet?"

"Of course!" Hong Wu insisted.

"Then tell me who you bet on to win?" Seeing that Satrese's match was almost coming to an end, Farham planned to confirm it immediately.

"This..." Although for Hong Wu, winning or losing is not a big loss, but the mentality of wanting to win still made him hesitate when he finally made a decision. "In fact, if Sutters is not injured, he must Will win."

"If you can't make a decision, then I'll talk about it first!" Farham frightened him.

"Wait! I'll say it first!" Hong Wu carefully watched the tricks of Sutters and Thor, thinking about it. Just when Farem thought he was about to make a decision, Hong Wu suddenly turned and asked. "Safrot! Who do you think will win?"

"It doesn't matter which of them will win!" Saferot answered calmly.

"Why?" Hong Wu was stunned.

"Because I will only win in the end, or..." Saferot looked down at the person in his arms, "She!"

"But now their winning or losing is very important to me!" Hong Wu yelled anxiously, "Can't you say something worthwhile? You are still a strong, you can't tell the result! "

"You..." Faced with such a red dance, Safrot shook his head helplessly.

"Actually, it doesn’t matter to me that I bet on winning, betting on winning, but it’s different for you. For example, if I win, I don’t have to follow you all the time. Let you help me clean up the sweepers of heaven. It won't bother you and Luvian's world, how can it be better for you." Hong Wu entangled Safrot with a smile on his face.

"But I think it will be better for me to stay in heaven!" Saferot is not so easy to be fooled.

"You..." Hong Wu glared at Saffrot, turned his head weakly, and faced Falham, only to see that the other party was smiling and waiting for his answer.

"I bet..."

"Satress will win!" Saferot said suddenly.

"You?" Hong Wu looked back at Saferot, and finally looked back at Farham seriously, "I bet Thor will win!"

"You?" Now it was Saffrot's turn to be astonished.

"Sometimes someone who has a relationship with the other party can't listen, but it's best to listen the other way around!" Hong Wu touched her jaw with her fingertips like a scholar, in an educational tone, "For example, you , Of course you hope that Sartres wins, after all, he won, your side is a complete victory, so... hehe, you know! Did you learn it?"

"Huh!" Safrot snorted coldly, ignoring the red dance, waiting for the end of the last group.

"God’s giving, who will be redeemed, go to the eternal and peaceful place with God ~ open the door of heaven, welcome the moment of peace, wander the streets where the wind lives, and sing together with the weight of the soul ~ eternal The ancient city, the good name of heaven will be sung forever, with the sound of angels knocking on the door, turning the exile of life into a hymn of the church, soothing sorrow, taking away the weeping, the arrow of floating light! Like a shadow, flapping its wings. , Take away all the past~"

Listening to Adelina's elegy, the sound of tearing and killing in the temple seemed to become more pleasant.

The angels who just paid attention to the lyrics have already begun to think whether the salvation of the soul is the liberation of the body or the loss of the soul.

"Tor! That's the price!" When Satris pierced the point of the sword mercilessly into the complainant's body, there was a tired smile on his face, relieved with ease.

"The price?" Thor was a little dull, looking down at his chest, "Is the salvation of the soul?"

"Huh!" Satresi smiled faintly, "If this is the salvation of the soul, then it is loss. The soul loses its body."

"Lost?" Thor blankly looked up at Falham in the spectator, with unknown sentiment in his eyes, and asked in a begging tone, "Have I got it?"

"Remember? Once I brought you and Stiddu to the streets of the world, I asked you, what are human beings?" Farham's eyes are the same, with bitterness, sadness and helplessness, Thor and the others have gone to the present. , Does he really have no responsibility as a father?

"Remember, at the time, Stie said that humans are another kind of creatures, just like the blood race and our light race, but they are weaker in some ways." Thor was brought back to the place following Falham's reminder. At that time, the three of them stood invisible on the street, watching the people around him. At the beginning, he just thought that these humans were very stupid, and their lives were so busy in just a few decades. As a result, after Farham returned. , He announced that Sti was the master god. At that time, he was very unwilling, so he would challenge every ranking match. As a result, he never defeated Stie, or Satris beside Stie.

"Do you understand now?" Farham looked at Thor's near-disappearing life, and for the first time felt disappointed. The blood-related ones are called relatives in human society.

"If my answer was the same as Stey, what would your choice be?" Thor smiled bitterly, accepting his failure for the first time.

"It's you!" Farham sighed, and said the answer he had kept in his heart.

"Why?" Thor's golden eyes suddenly widened, staring at Farem not far away, the father he had never seen clearly, the father he always thought was partial to Stie, but now But his father told him that he was his father's choice.

"Because Stei fell in love with a blood clan and gave birth to a child. He didn’t want to stay in heaven for the two people he loved. He only wanted to find them everywhere and live a human life with them. Qualified to be the Lord God." Farham didn't want someone who loves his enemies to be the master of heaven.

"It turns out... it turns out to be like this! Hahaha~" Thor understood why Stei almost never appeared in heaven over the years. It turned out that it was him...hahaha~ he laughed, he was so ignorant and so. It's ridiculous, how can you not laugh enough when you can laugh at the end!

"Oh! I didn't expect the result to be like this." Farham didn't think that it was the child born to the blood family who finally sat on the seat of the lord god. He turned to look at the girl in Saffrot's arms, helpless. The color is full.

"It seems...I really lost a lot." Thor stopped laughing wildly and closed his eyes, "Satreus, draw your sword!"

"At the same time you lost, you also got redemption!" Saterius said, grasping the hilt and drew out the long sword. At this moment, Thor turned into countless white sand particles, scattered all over the place.

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