The afternoon sun is like a thick quilt, giving people a warm feeling, especially today, the wind is sunny and cloudless, so even on the airship floating in the sky, the temperature on the deck is still
Gentle, but at this moment, Don Quixote, who was holding half a cigarette in his mouth and leaning against the railing at the end of the deck, stood there motionless, probably not daring to move.
Forty-five degrees above his sight, a strange man floated, covered with a black cloak all over his body. The cloak was pitch black and there was no face at all. And the hand hidden under the cloak was still
Holding a giant sickle with a cold light on one person.
"Huh~" A warm wind blew, and the ash on the cigarette butt in Don Quixote's mouth was blown away, "Who is yours?" Although he knew in his heart that this was a nonsense, it would obviously make Xia Ya and Donghai go.
The people that the old fried dough sticks don’t want to see, and they have this kind of a straight look. In addition to the fearful God of Death in the World of Feren, wherever they appear, will there be others?
There was no answer, and there was still silence. Except that the cold and dead power that really existed told Don Quixote that you were not dazzled, there was no movement. At this time, Don Quixote could not have been there except for continuing to wait.
There was another way, and it was obvious that he must have done something that attracted the attention of the god of death, "Is it the identity of the lich?"
Due to lack of information, Don Quixote has already started to think about it. Don Quixote himself also knows that lich is a transliteration, and there is no such word in the native Fallon, and the true meaning of lich. Arthas told him
It's the one who deceived God. So when I think of this, Don Quixote swallowed a mouthful of water, trembling and lit another cigarette. At this moment, all the memories of the previous ones flashed through his soul, regretful
Even though Kyle was unable to get pregnant, and he couldn't eat Shaya. Qin, of course, he was still a little moved, and he couldn't have anything to do with Arthur Pandeli.
"Huh~~ Sure enough," Don Quixote coughed a few times and took a deep breath of cigarettes, "Am I really a pervert? I'm still thinking about these things when I die, but
What is this death god thinking? He has been here for so long and has not spoken, and he is floating there."
What Don Quixote didn't know was that when he was looking at the God of Death in the air, the God of Death was actually looking at him. Of course, it was not because of the identity of the Lich. First of all, the true god cannot attack mortals for no reason. Otherwise,
If that's the last time he met, his soul would probably be brought back to the underworld and thrown into the cold and bone-black River of Styx. In fact, the reason why Death really found him was because she had been with the goddess of time, Feila.
The topic of conversation was filled with death. For the god of death, although she didn't like killing very much, she cared about death. The dead soul was the foundation for her to maintain her ability to remain strong.
However, in the afternoon, the information she received from her clone surprised her, that was, Xia Ya's death aura seemed to be constantly decreasing, and in order to prove that she had not read it wrong, the clone deliberately used the God of Death to prove that she had read it correctly.
The Eye preserved a visual memory and returned to the underworld.
This situation naturally attracted the attention of Osilis, the god of death. Death is a rule in the world of Feren. If you use a more easy-to-understand language, it is equivalent to a program trailer, which tells that people in a place are about to die, and come
It is said that the incidence of such a trailer is almost 100%. It is possible that a single individual will escape because of luck, but such a large-scale death energy disappears, there is only one explanation for Osilis, that is, the future,
The person modified it.
So she cut a small piece of soul and condensed a clone with all her abilities in the true sense, allowing it to come to the world of Feren. Through her own talents, she was born with the magical eyes of death.
Looking for the reason, so, in the eyes of the god of death, the dead energy that permeated the Charia Empire was constantly rotating around the person's body, but it was impossible to get close to him. This situation gives people a kind of
Quixote is like an air purifier, filtering out all the harmful gases such as oil smoke, dust, etc. in a room.
Osilis looked at Don Quixote a little bit because, in the thousands of years since she was born, she has never encountered such a thing before. This is a change of the future.
Something that is difficult for the true god to accomplish, because it does not involve the issue of stopping war.
In fact, when the supreme existence of the Feren world determines the direction of something, no matter how the people below change, things will always return to the original line in a row, but Don Quixote's existence
But it broke this rule. It can be said that he helped the Xia Empire, whose luck had been exhausted, come back to life. It was like a man in the prehistoric world that forced the Shang Dynasty to destroy Nuwa.
It is a truth to save it. This is not something that can be solved by helping King Zhou of Shang to pacify a few cholera, but it is against the whole world.
The Liberty aircraft carrier was on standby at this time, which means that although there was no battle, the crew did not rest and still had a shift system. It was necessary to ensure that there were people in every position, and the more difficult one was Helen.
Dela, as an adjutant, is here almost every day. Of course, since it is not wartime, she is not that busy. She drinks coffee and sits on a chair in the driving hall to read the newspaper. The only regret is that
The luxurious life of aristocratic girl has gone far away from her.
"Ba~bha~" Helen Mandela, who was crossing his legs, tapped the button on the console a few times, so the monitor aimed at Don Quixote, who was smoking one after another on the deck, but,
Only Don Quixote, if the God of Death does not want to be seen by others, even the monitor cannot be captured.
"What is the deputy commander doing?" Looking at Don Quixote with a strange expression, Helen Mandela was a little suspicious, but it was just like that. In fact, a woman as smart as Helen could have long seen, Xia Ya
The empire seems to be in the hands of Xia Yaqin, but in fact it is under the control of this man. Because Xia Yaqin's obedience to this man is enough to explain everything. So she pays great attention to it.
This man kept a distance. If this made Xia Ya and Qin unhappy, that would be interesting.
"Who, turn off the monitor on the deck!" After a few glances, Don Quixote issued an order to Helen through the headset.
"My name is Helen, dear deputy commander!" After cursing Don Quixote a few times, Helen knocked on the button a few more times and turned off the camera.
"Cough~" Because he smoked a lot of cigarettes one after another, Don Quixote's mouth was a little dry, and he couldn't help but coughed a few times, "Well, is there anything you want to ask me for?" Seeing that he was stunned for a long time and didn't speak
Death God, Don Quixote had to bite the bullet and talk to this strange true god again.
"Swoosh!" This time, the god of death finally moved, but not his mouth, but his hands. The huge sickle slashed straight down from Don Quixote's celestial cover, and the momentum seemed to divide Don Quixote into two.
Like. Although Don Quixote is a wizard of the ring, he can't do anything except lift his hand in front of him. He brushed his sickle through Don Quixote
The body, the cold feeling is like someone stuffing his hands into your quilt in winter, the biting cold.
"Hmm?" After a while, Don Quixote found that he didn't seem to have changed. He felt a little unbelievable and reached out to touch his body. There was no bleeding and no soul was missing. The knife just now seemed to have not been cut out.
"Strange fraudster," finally spoke the god of death. Although the voice itself was great, it had no emotion and a little stiff. "The strange soul cannot be harvested. You really hate it!" Obviously,
How could he express his emotions? He didn't even curse people? He thought for a long time and finally found a word from her poor vocabulary library to express her bad mood.
"Please have tea," Don Quixote poured a cup of tea for Osilis of the God of Death in a living room on the Liberty, and then placed a plate of snacks next to it. "Is that guy who knows what's wrong with Lord Death looking for?
?”
"Damn!" Osilis placed the cold sickle on the table, revealing a hand as white as a white man, and then grabbed the cup with the perfect hand as Phella, the goddess of time.
Tea, holding the teacup in both hands and put it next to the mouth covered by the cloak, "It's delicious, thank you."
"No, no, no, no, you have to be polite," Don Quixote hurriedly smiled and waved his hand, "You eat this, this is pistachio, remove the shell, the seeds inside are delicious, fragrant, refreshing, and great with tea!"
"Oh" After squeaking a few pistachios, Osilis took another sip of tea, then raised his head to look at the man in front of him. At this moment, Don Quixote finally saw the Lord Death in front of him clearly
The face is unexpectedly cute, how to say it, compared to the mature queen-like look of the goddess of time, Osilis is more like a girl who has just reached adolescence. If you have to ask Don Quixote to find it from your memory
If she is similar, perhaps only the heroine Ling Boli, who had watched in his previous life, was a very ancient cartoon introduced from Fusang.
But there is still a difference. In Don Quixote's impression, Ling Boli has red eyes, light blue medium short hair, which is about the length of the neck, and the eyes of the God of Death in front of him have no expression on his face.
It is indeed pitch black, with no flaws, and the hair is also black. From Don Quixote's perspective, you can find that Lord Death's hair is long. It's not obvious how long it is, but it's right.
.
It seemed that I wanted to say something, but because I didn't speak much, I couldn't organize the language that satisfies her. Osilis opened his mouth and thought for a while, and finally stretched out a white finger and pointed it at Don Quixote.
The cold feeling in the eyebrows was transmitted to Don Quixote's soul through the nerves. Along with the cold feeling, there was a strange soul fluctuation, to be precise, the soul fluctuation, so at this moment, Don Quixote
It seems to be synchronized with the thinking of the god of death. Scientists once said that if humans can communicate through thinking, the accuracy rate can not only reach 100%, but the speed of communication will also increase by dozens or even thousands of times, because the speed of human thinking
It's too fast.
So, it was almost the hand of the god of death Osilis touching Don Quixote's forehead. The next moment, he understood the purpose of the god.
"Go to understand?" Osilis, the god of death, took back her finger and hid the perfect hand under the cloak. In fact, this is also the second male she has encountered until now, and the first one is her
The father, God of Father, Peter Pan.
Don Quixote nodded slightly, just like what Chara Donghai once said, his fate is strange and not bound by the rules of the world, so in other words, things around him will change immediately
, but this change is not transferred by his own will.
"Your existence has caused me to lose a lot of my soul and faith. Those are mine, and I want to take you away." (To be continued...)
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