Something is wrong with Miss Yukinoshita

That kind expression, in the eyes of the crocodile, is nothing less than the most vicious devil.It scratched the ground, and then swung far away along the chaotic airflow that originated from itself.

Immediately afterwards, the spear grazed its arm and pinned to the ground beside it.

"Ugh!"

With a scream of unknown meaning, Oli simply curled up into a ball, looking at Yinglili, who was not far away and maintained a throwing posture, pitiful, helpless, and edible.

"You know, I'm very unhappy right now."

The girl lowered her outstretched arms and said with a smile.

"You have to understand, Ole."

"Human beings have the spirit of getting up. Playing around with Anubis' old dog in the middle of the night is just such a mess. I'm not a Buddha. It's normal to be agitated, right?"

"I want to go back to sleep now, and I want to scold Osiris as soon as possible. Please don't get in my way. If you still refuse to cooperate, I will give you a solution that you can't refuse."

The crocodile shook his head frantically, trembling.

"That's enough, Ole, we have to learn to be flexible."

The black dog was already standing beside the girl's legs, showing a rather humane smile.That smile is incomparable, like a husky that has just finished the demolition work and happily welcomes its owner home.

"You have tried your best. I just learned a sentence from a place called the Internet. It seems to be... yes, 'However, the 〇Army has Gundam'. We will not blame you."

"Hey, you should have said it earlier!"

Oli, who was still shivering in place just now, simply rolled his eyes: "I don't need to take the blame, I still want to beat you, what should you do, don't disturb my sleep."

It said, closed its eyes, and began to doze off.

"...Ori, what's the matter with you?"

The unexpected change stunned Anubis, but no matter how he harassed him, the crocodile didn't give him any response.

"This kind of thing happens occasionally, hahaha..."

Turning around with an embarrassed smile, the black dog patted on the gate, and the black dog said helplessly: "I really didn't expect that the little girl's conceived armor was that one. I made a mistake. There are mummies all the way behind. You are so lucky."

"Let's go, go directly to Osiris, and save you some effort."

The stone gate opened slowly, revealing the deep corridor inside.

There was also a loud roar from the deepest part of the corridor.

"Call the landlord!"

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PS:

①.Guess who is Yinglili's conceived armor (manually funny)

②. The group number is 973136385, the author dragged the update online, coo coo coo~

Volume 76: Chapter 68 Chapter [-] Pie of Power

In the nine summers separated by water, there was a vigorous social wealth redistribution movement.The impact of this movement is so far-reaching that a branch of it even named a game form with a wide audience that uses cards as a carrier.

"Fight the Landlord".

So, even if the green-faced man named Osiris in front of him is staring at the computer screen——

Even though the classic background music is playing from the bluetooth speaker next to the display——

Even if the balance of Happy Beans is approaching single digits——

Even if his opponent just made an airplane out of seventeen cards—

It is also normal.

The two and one dog, who could no longer keep up with the development of the situation, fell silent collectively.

They were in a spacious stone room, the walls were covered with exquisite murals that had undergone time washing, and Osiris was sitting in the center of the expensive gaming chair.He has a strong figure, green skin, wrapped in a white robe, two curved scepters are placed on the side of the keyboard, and a woman with black hair and brown skin floats helplessly aside, holding a smartphone with a "Weibo" interface in her hand .

"...Why, cultural invasion is inevitable?"

Mochizuki Kaoru really didn't know what expression to use to describe his current mood, so he had to keep an awkward and polite smile, watching Osiris, who had robbed the landlord, lose the last bit of Happy Beans with four and two belts and double kings.

"It turns out that someone really played this kind of operation?"

The young man who is always good at creating surprises for others is somewhat unable to adapt to the status quo. In his imagination, the style of painting should not be what it is in front of him.

"Thank you, Anubis."

After exiting the game room and returning to the desktop with the "Black Journey to the West" LOGO printed on it, the strong man pushed away the chair, stood up, and said sullenly.

He was brooding over the repeated bombings.

"Welcome to the bottom of the underworld, both of you, I am..."

The strong man turned his head and looked at the time displayed on the computer desktop.

"You guys came too fast, didn't you?"

"This little girl has the means to target the mummy, so it doesn't make much sense to go through the process." The black dog stepped forward: "Osiris, you—"

"I introduced him to the Internet. As for Fighting Landlords, I have to blame that thing called pop-up window."

The woman turned off Weibo and nodded to the boy.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, you can call me Matt."

"Hello, Ms. Matt."

The other party had never participated in the incident six years ago, so Kaoru Mochizuki didn't feel bad, nor could he say much favorably.

The young man looked around, but he couldn't connect this ancient and mysterious stone room with the computer with a high configuration in the center. In order to avoid embarrassment, he had no choice but to speak:

"Everyone, there's no need to say more polite words. Since I'm already standing here, I think it's necessary for you to give me a reasonable explanation."

"About why me and my friends were brought in, and, what exactly are you trying to do?"

Osiris glanced vaguely at the black dog, who shook his head slightly.

"So Anubis didn't make it clear to you? Forget it, sincerity is the foundation of working together. If I want you to join, I will naturally tell you the corresponding information."

He made a gesture, and the ground rose up, forming two stone chairs covered with soft vines.

"Please take a seat, we still have a lot of time to talk in detail."

Mochizuki, who was used to lying on the vine hammock, was not surprised by this. The two sat down, Osiris also returned to the gaming chair, and Matt was still floating aside, and the atmosphere was not serious at all.

"The old dog said, you want to ask me to be a priest."

The boy was the first to raise his question.

"why?"

"Because we need change, boy, we need change that fits the times."

The strong man had a kind smile on his face, and his face had the firmness of a man and the softness of a woman, but Kaoru Mochizuki didn't quite adapt to it.

—The god was a pharaoh before he became a god, and in the process of being framed, dismembered and eventually mummified by his brother Seth, his Jill was eaten by fish.

The boy twisted his body indistinctly.

"The sloppy war six years ago has made us realize that Egypt and even the world have undergone earth-shaking changes in the millennium that we lost our gaze." He pointed to the computer: "Mortals have created things that the gods did not foresee. Things have developed a changeable and brilliant civilization, but we, who are self-styled, will gradually fade out of their sight until we perish."

"Therefore, I would like you to join us."

Osiris's attitude is very sincere.

"We need a creation of the age itself to stop the stupid things we may do in the future, to help us better lead the heirs of our subjects, to tell us what we have missed in these long years. "

"Children of mankind, the gods need your guideposts and shackles, and your wisdom beyond belief, just like giving wings to eagles and crowns to snakes."

His voice was deep, old but beautiful, as if giving the young man the cake of power to do whatever he wanted.

"Under our protection, you will have a life as long as the Nile River, you will have the power to stand at the top of the world, you will have the wealth accumulated by the ancient dynasty, and your existence itself will be a miracle. "

"Join us, Mochizuki Xun, you will enjoy all the good things in this world, and you will also protect them, using your own strength and benevolence, just like God and his people."

Mochizuki twitched the corner of her mouth helplessly.

"Mr. Osiris, have you been fighting landlords since you got the computer?"

"...how did you see it?"

"Because your method of persuading people is still the old routine thousands of years ago, longevity, power, wealth and sense of responsibility. You don't understand what modern people want. At least I believe you really need a helper who understands the status quo."

He shrugged his shoulders.

"A middle-class modern person can already enjoy a life unimaginable by an emperor. The convenience that technology has brought to mankind for a hundred years is beyond your comprehension, and the wealth and power confined to the tomb cannot be compared with it."

"Besides, with all due respect, after seeing the magnificence of the gods of the Nine Summers, the quietness and treachery of Kotengahara in Japan, the vastness of the Nordic world tree, and the shamelessness of the third brother in India, I don't think the power you promised is worth letting me Offer loyalty."

"Times have changed. Mr. Osiris and the gods have retreated into the background, and what humans pursue are not all idols made of clay. Faith has become a spice for the meal, and power has been caged by the system and the law. Although there are still shortcomings, but This is our property, you may call it—"

"--free."

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PS:

I’m really sorry to be cooing for so long, recently seven in the morning and twelve in the evening, the social animals are at work...

Volume 77: Chapter 69 Chapter [-] True from the Heart

"Freedom is priceless, everyone." The young man looked around and said, "If you still hold the same plan as you did a thousand years ago and want to dominate those so-called mortals, the situation will go the same way as it did six years ago. Even if you lose your head, the gods are not noble."

"It's too much, Mr. Osiris. The old dog told me that becoming a priest requires giving up desires, but please forgive me, as a layman, I can't pay this price, and a long life is more like a torture."

He relaxed on the back of the chair, and looked at the strong man with soft eyes without flinching.

After a long time, Osiris sighed heavily.

"That's why we want to ask you to join us, child. You stand at a level beyond our comprehension, and your mind is a treasure more precious than gold."

"You're overrated. Most young people like me make similar choices. A life without soda and chips is almost life-threatening for us."

So the atmosphere eased up again, the strong man fell into thinking, and Mochizuki Xun turned his attention to Matt who was floating aside——the woman had checked Weibo again, looking like she was doing nothing.

"You don't seem to care too much about it."

"Because I have long understood that the success rate is infinitely close to zero."

Matt said with a smile.

"Different from those two idiots, I have been awake for six years. I have enjoyed everything I should enjoy. Of course I know what it is like outside."

"Like, a little girl."

She rubbed Ying Lili's head, and the latter didn't even have time to react to her movements.

Mochizuki Xun narrowed his eyes slightly.

"A knight... is no longer a knight of virtue."

Putting her face in front of the girl, this sudden movement made her subconsciously put on a defensive posture.

There was no smile in Matt's pupils, only empty scrutiny.

"Most human beings believe in hypocritical gods, which are more like the reflection of their own desires, such as you... little girl."

"Knights of Britain, what exactly do you believe in?"

As she spoke, she held out her hand.

He stabbed hard into the girl's heart.

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Seeing your own heart beating in front of you is a novel experience that is not very common.

At least, the astonishing beauty of that small heart made Ying Lili involuntarily intoxicated and panicked.

"Alas--"

"Don't be afraid, little girl, it's still in your chest."

Pointing to the girl's undulating chest wrapped in plate armor, Matt's eyes showed undisguised sympathy and pity.

"It's just an image—well—an image."