Creator's Steam Fairy

"The most hateful thing is my stepson!" Big Chongzi's voice suddenly became sharp, looking very angry: "He kept me, but left me alone to face the malice of these country people; he said he would give me the best life, But would rather waste money on his piggy experiments; he promises me happiness and fame, but secretly go off to have children with wild women, even if I become what I am, it's all his It's all his fault, it's all his fault!"

Combined with the long discussion just now, Loria heard the full of resentment in it, and felt that it and the stepson in its mouth were not in the same ordinary relationship... She wanted to hear more gossip, especially in the gossip. Full of corruption, death and ethical contradictions.

But she still has work to do.

"Stop talking nonsense, I want to know why Calamity wants to protect you, and what is the relationship between the gang that kidnapped foreigners in the town and you, and where are the kidnapped people hiding?"

The sudden interjection startled the insect, but when it saw that the person who was asking the question was just a little girl, its face became ferocious again, and it seemed very impatient.

However, the pink-haired girl was more impatient than it, just raised her hand, and the bug was dug out a large piece of flesh out of thin air in pain.

Chapter 162 Burn Out

I thought I could solve all my troubles just by looking up at the stars, but now that I think about it, I feel stupid.

I am neither good at dealing with trivial matters in reality nor have the corresponding patience. Perhaps this is the root of all my failures. I always stare at dreams that are too far away, but turn a blind eye to the suffering in front of me.

I never believed in gods and ghosts, but now it seems that there may be no gods in this world, but there are indeed demons.

Yes, if not born in darkness, who would imagine a pure and loving light to fight against despair?

I have made a big mistake and it is irreparable. It turns out that self-blame is more painful than the taste of maggots eating the flesh... I know that I have never prayed sincerely in this life, and even spurned you in my heart. Please take everything you can Well, I would like to burn my soul and slander my reputation, in exchange for a little mercy from you, in exchange for the death of evil.

……

Loria regretted that she moved too fast. Although according to the process of general adventure novels, beating the monster is the best way to ask for information and solve problems, but she forgot that she was facing an atypical monster. .

After the big white worm was blasted a hole by her, it fell into hysteria completely. Although it didn't fight back crazily, it really couldn't communicate anymore-it just rolled and howled needlessly.

Darth Vader is right, it is boring--boring evil is boring.

"I think it would be much better if I met the kind of lunatics who do evil purely for obsession or paranoid justice. At least although I don't agree with their paranoia, I can happily talk about it and use my justice to cleanse them."

"Ah? Wash what, where is it dirty?" Forrest was stunned for a moment, feeling helpless when he saw the delirious bug, and asked, "What do you think the essence of human beings is?"

If the soul is better than the body, are intelligent animals the same as humans?

Loria was also stunned when she heard Forrest's question, what is the essence of human beings?Why did you suddenly ask her such a complicated question?

Anyway, there was no other way but to wait for the bug to calm down, so she simply started to think seriously.

animal?

No, the scriptures have long said that everyone has animal nature, humanity and divinity, and she also agrees that human beings surpass animals, and at the same time have animal desires.

Eliminating desires and transcending humanity is generally a cover that xie religion and slave owners love to fight. After all, victims and slaves can work hard and dedicate everything to them when they have no desires. divinity.

Use law to suppress animal nature, and use education to transcend human nature.

Luria casually said her thoughts, and this time it was Forrest's turn to have a headache. It was obviously just a philosophical question, so why did it involve religion?

Does anyone really believe in that stuff now?

What is the godsteel output and power?

How many battleships are there?

Mr. Forrester asked in a friendly manner, but he didn't anger Miss Loria, who seemed to believe in God. He just pointed at the writhing and howling bug and said, "Look, this is the price you pay for abandoning your faith."

When she was young, there were not so many demons and ghosts, and disasters were suppressed very well.

"Most people in the old calendar era lived shorter lives than they do now, and they always didn't have enough to eat."

"But the goddess only cares about eliminating evil, and doesn't care about food. Hey, look at the name of 59 gods. How can there be a god of chefs?"

Although I don't know how many legions God has, but the young girl who believes in God has a brigade of sheep-headed warriors, so the generous Mr. Forrest will not argue with her.

So, the question comes back to what is the essence of human beings.

"If you ask me, it's human nature to want to go to the pier and order chips."

The golden-armored sheep-headed warrior who had been listening for a while also came over.

It actually likes philosophy very much. For example, before today, did it exist in this world?

If it didn't exist before today's creation, where did it get its character and knowledge?

Is everything it has given by the little pink hair in front of it? If so, is she its god?

But they are obviously set to believe in the goddess of life, because the creator himself believes in that goddess, can a god believe in another god?

What a joy to have so many questions to answer.

"If you want me to say that the essence of human beings is to want to be full when they are not full, and start looking for things when they are full."

Loria rolled her eyes at Forrest and said, "Look at you, what kind of strange question are you asking?"

"If you want me to say that the essence of living things is to reproduce." A sheep-headed priest holding a scripture also came to join in the fun, "Humans are also living things, so the essence of human beings is rough."

"The essence of human beings is to fight, to survive from the fight, to develop for the sake of the fight, to fight for the sake of development." The evil spirit condensed from the darkness also appeared, caressing the small oil tank affectionately and said: "All progress is also possible." It’s all about fighting better.”

Forrest rolled his eyes, why did he seem to say that you are human beings?

The flock of sheep and the ghost didn't seem so scary anymore.

"Sorry to interrupt your small talk."

The rabbit in formal attire came to them at some point, he bowed to Loria, and said slowly: "Go forward through the passage behind the crypt, to the bottom of the factory, where foreigners are imprisoned and depraved. The demons are hiding in the factory."

There were still bloodstains on his body that couldn't be washed off, and the drenched and wrinkled coat that had been scrubbed repeatedly was extremely embarrassing, but he was not as crazy as when he first met.

At least the words are in order.

It's just that there is an unusually pungent smell on the body.

What he used to wash off the blood on his body did not seem to be ordinary water.

"As for the matter here, let me handle it for you." Mad Rabbit bowed deeply to Loria again, and said, "Thank you for giving me such a precious opportunity."

He said so, so what else.

"Okay, let's go, kill those demons quickly and find the client's body, I can't stay here any longer."

She really missed Longdinian, mainly because of the big soft bed and the clean environment.

Following the direction pointed by the rabbit, the goat-headed warriors quickly found the hidden passage, and then drove into it one after another until Luria finally stepped into it.

"The essence of human beings is the sum of social relations. I didn't understand the meaning of this sentence before, but now I have a deep understanding."

The Mad Rabbit spoke from a distance, as if speaking to Loria, and also as if talking to himself.

Then, he approached the howling white worm, smashed the kerosene lamp in his hand, let the flames sweep across his body in an instant, and ignited the worm he was clutching tightly.

The howling sound suddenly rose, and was gradually covered by the lullaby he sang, and the two voices intertwined with each other.

Finally drowned in flames together.

Chapter 163 The Great Kruslav

Wallace was thrown into the factory late at night. Unlike the factory owners in Londinium and Manchester City who were eager to start production day and night, the only factory in this remote town always closed before sunset, and no one was allowed to enter it. .

I heard that this was an order from the mayor who hadn’t shown up for a long time. Since the factory law stipulates that work cannot be started between 6:[-] p.m.

Therefore, he has never seen a factory building at night.

Those who beat him didn't hit him hard enough, and I don't know whether it was because they had been hungry for too long or lacked enough physical strength. Amidst the sound of water droplets, Wallace gradually regained consciousness.

The machines around were emitting dim light, which made him think for a moment that something was wrong with his eyes, and there were no lights around, so how could those old outdated equipment shine by themselves.

His consciousness gradually recovered, and the sound of water droplets was no longer obvious, but it always existed. Wallace silently guessed which equipment's water pipe was broken, and when he tried to get up from the ground, he realized that there was no one around.

What about the guards?

Beat him several times, catch him, and let him go so lightly and deftly?

And such good things?

Or thought that he would never be able to move again, so he was safely thrown in this deserted place?

Oh, I'm sorry, his physical fitness has developed by leaps and bounds, and he is no longer the weak chicken he used to be.

I wait for workers, steel and iron bones.

After standing on the spot to recover for a while, and carefully observing whether this was a trap, Mr. Wallace put down his hands and boldly walked towards the gate of the factory building.

"Are you leaving? It's so indifferent."

The sound of the urn, the sound of each word.

Especially the volume was so loud that the surrounding windows rang... If it hadn't been for the heavy blow, Wallace would have jumped up in fright. He looked in the direction of the sound, vaguely On the ground, I saw a huge silhouette. I thought it was a machine, but now I can see it clearly as it moves.

It was a huge head with a big mouth. As it approached slowly, it became bigger and bigger in sight. The orange skin was uneven, extremely rough and full of fat.

The big mouth was grinning, accounting for nearly half of the small head, with saliva dripping from between the sharp teeth. This monster looked obese and ferocious.

"It would be very rude of you to come to my place and sneak away without saying hello."

Your place?

Wallace didn't know what to answer. How could there be such a huge monster in this world, and it was hidden in this factory and in a civilized society. He inexplicably remembered hearing the pastor say that he was half asleep when he was young. the devil.

Demons are also polite?Why haven't I fainted yet?

Xu Shi was knocked out twice today, even if he begged himself to close his eyes, he still couldn't do it, his body didn't listen to what he was doing, at one moment he felt that his strength was boundless, at another moment he felt that he was too scared to move.

"Can you talk? I hope you can. I'm not very hungry now."

More saliva gushed out of the devil's big mouth that could easily swallow a four-wheeled carriage, and he said: "I wanted to chat with you and replenish the engine oil before dawn, but you didn't talk to me, by the way, I The great Kruslav."

In the past, if someone claimed to be great in front of Wallace, he would definitely mock him, but now he opened his mouth, but he couldn't say a word.

Before he became a worker, he seemed to be engaged in a job that depended on his mouth. What was that occupation called?

His thoughts were so chaotic that he didn't know if he was afraid.

There was a dark red mist surging around, and the demon sighed: "You are afraid, but you are not afraid enough, and you are still weighing the gains and losses in your heart... You talk about equality, but you still want to stand above everyone, what a shame!" Hypocrisy and stupid. I am giving you an equal opportunity to talk to me now, but you behave like this. You want to be afraid and beg for mercy from me, but you are even more afraid of not being brave. If people find out, your life will be ruined. ambition?"

The demon laughed.

"It's really unappetizing motor oil, but it's as hypocritical and cunning as you, so it can't be the bastard child of some devil?"

"Oh?" The devil stared at his scarlet eyes, "You love your father very much, although his cooking always makes your legs numb. Ah! It's really good, love, yes, love is also a delicious seasoning, although I prefer Love the humble fear!"

"What's the matter with you?" The devil approached Wallace, the dripping saliva almost wet the place where he was standing, and said with a malicious smile: "What's the matter with you? Are you afraid of dying like this, afraid of your old father Your heartache? Look, this is the real fear in your heart, you have to thank me, I let you see yourself clearly, not only that, I also want to give you a big gift, come on, use your proud speech Come to impress me, let me let you live, I promise you, as long as you speak wonderfully and let me get some comfort in this boring time, I will let you go, let you go back to see your father, and eat again Once he made fried chicken."

Really?Can he survive?

After Wallace sees a glimmer of life from the immobile chaos, just like what the devil thinks, the fear that would not be born under the completely numb despair will gushes out crazily after seeing a glimmer of hope.

The devil bewitched again: "How about it? Do you want to give it a try? Relax, I will do what I say, as long as you can let me through this boring night. Maybe you can succeed even if you tell me your best joke Woolen cloth?"

"I..." Wallace murmured, his hands began to tremble, he lowered his head and did not dare to look at the huge mouth that was dripping with saliva, "I think..."

He searched his brains but couldn't think of half a joke.

"You think? You don't think about anything. You're drinking too much and you're having nightmares."

A cute and cute voice resounded with joy in this empty and dark place, and the scarlet mist lingering around was dispelled, and even the darkness began to recede, with strong lights illuminating the surroundings.

The inexplicably familiar voice reassured Wallace, and his thoughts returned to chaos, but they were no longer as painful and urgent as before. It seemed that, as the voice said, he was drunk and having a nightmare .

"Don't worry, the nightmare will end soon."

The ending sound rose playfully, and it seemed that the owner of the voice was really in a good mood.

And she said yes, that is, Wallace was really at ease.

This is just an illogical dream, how can there be demons in this world?This demon is still lurking in the factory that symbolizes human civilization, and keeps talking about drinking engine oil.

Ha, that was so funny.

Wallace, who was easily comforted, no longer believed in the facts in front of him, and fell into a dullness. Slowly, he adapted to the strong light around him.

See the small figure in front of the light source that illuminates the surroundings.

Chapter 164 Now I just said that I was wrong at the time, I feel sad, and tears fall

"who are you?"

The obese demon Kruslav was not afraid of this little figure that came quietly, even if her magic dispelled the demon's tricks in an instant.

He has been lurking in this world for a long time, and he has a deep understanding of human beings. Looking at her smug little face, she is just an ant who knows magic.