This woman grew up eating meat at first glance. She was very energetic. After knocking me down, she reached out and pinched my neck.
I didn't dare to struggle vigorously, so I could only shout to her: "Don't get excited later, can I apologize?"
"It's said to be a sacred object, so what are you going to pay for it?"
She kept pinching my neck relentlessly, but with my physical strength, I couldn't breathe.
It's not a problem if the problem continues like this. Those two things on her chest are like pillows. When she slapped me in the face, I was suffocated to death instead of being strangled.
Seizing the opportunity, I quickly shouted vaguely: "I can pay, I can pay, I can really pay!"
But Sophia just refused to let go.
She probably knew in her heart that she wouldn't be able to kill me with this level of attack, and she was more just taking out her anger on me.
"Oh shit, can you please stop slapping me in the mouth with a stick?"
Later, I got a little agitated, so I simply put my arm around her waist, tried my best to turn against the guest, and pinned her down: "Be honest, I said I can pay if I can, isn't it just a cross?"
She fell silent and stared at me with wide eyes.
"I'm going to let you go now, don't act any more, do you hear me?"
Originally he was pointing his finger at the tip of her nose, but when he was talking, he vaguely caught a glimpse of the white flowers below, and subconsciously glanced at it. Good guy, half of his disheveled clothes were exposed.
This look was sensed by Sophia, and she quickly covered her chest.
I also took advantage of this opportunity to sit up and glanced at the metal piece in my hand: "Isn't it just deformed? How can I help you recover by pinching it? Watch it, Mommy, Mommy, coax it~"
Compared with condensing a ball of metal out of thin air, changing the shape of an object consumes much less mental power.
Put the metal block in the palm of your hand, put your other hand on it and grasp it a few times. The cross that had just been twisted into a ball gradually unfolded and returned to its original shape after a few seconds.
"The perfect jade returns to Zhao!"
In Sophia's surprised expression, I hung the cross around her neck again.
Exquisite ornaments adorn her white flowers and empty collarbones. Not to mention, she really has a different kind of beauty.
"Are you doing magic?"
She picked up the cross and looked at it for a while, then clasped her hands, closed her eyes, and recited a prayer in Russian.
I saw a golden light glowing on the cross, but it only lasted for a second and then dimmed again.
The surprise in her eyes became even stronger: "It's really restored. How did you restore it to its original state without destroying the divine seal on it?"
I was a little confused by what she said: "I don't know, what kind of divine seal is it? I can just restore it to whatever it was two minutes ago. There's so much fuss."
I don’t know if Sophia is satisfied with this answer. She thought for two seconds, walked to the kitchen and took a bottle of spring water from the refrigerator, poured a divine power into it, and placed it in front of me: "Can you restore this bottle of holy water?"
"What's so difficult about this."
I picked up the bottle of mineral water and demonstrated it to her according to the method just now. Soon, the golden divine power stirring in it was removed, and the water returned to its original transparent state.
"You can actually control divine power!"
Like a cat whose tail was stepped on, Sophia flopped on the sofa and held my hand excitedly: "Are you willing to convert to Orthodox Christianity? I can recommend to Grandpa that you make the decision... No, become a redcoat
bishop!"
"Even if you recommend me to be the pope, I won't be able to convert to your Orthodox Church!"
He pulled Sophia's hand away and moved back: "Don't look at me with that look, as if you want to rape me."
"I'm not kidding, you can definitely become a cardinal based on your abilities."
"I'm not joking. I'm still saying that I need to consult Taoist Sanqing before I convert."
Not wanting to dwell on this topic with her, I stood up with the box of Marlboros and said, "What...where are the towels and pajamas? There are toiletries in the bathroom, right? I'm going to take a shower first."
"It's in the bedroom closet. I'll get it for you."
Sophia was still a little unwilling, and she asked hesitantly: "Then can you tell me how you control your divine power?"
Before I could answer, she spoke first: "I know you like to do business. Let's make a price. What secrets from the Holy See do you need me to exchange with you?"
Just kidding, it would be fine if this was a magic spell, but Taoist Meng did not say that the teachings cannot be spread outside.
But the witchcraft I just used, how could I tell her the secret of the witchcraft?
So I directly raised a price that she couldn't accept, pretending to be leering and looking at her: "You have a good figure and a beautiful face. I have never tried exotic styles in my life. How about you?"
How about you sleep with me and I'll teach you the spell I just used?"
After saying this, Sophia's fanatical gaze gradually subsided, and she turned and walked into the bedroom to get her pajamas.
The house is not big, the bathroom is also quite small, there are no windows, and the claustrophobic space feels very safe.
While taking a shower, the scene just now kept appearing in front of my eyes, and there were many thoughts swirling in my mind.
Glancing at the bathroom door, I wondered if Sophia would suddenly open the door, walk in naked, and tell me that she agreed to the conditions just now and would use herself in exchange for my secret.
If that's the case, that's really bad.
I want to tell her that I am joking and teasing her, otherwise she will really kill me.
Facts have proved that I underestimated the devotion of these saints to God. The bloody plot did not happen, and she did not move until I put on my pajamas.
But when I walked out of the bathroom, I saw Sophia, also wearing pajamas, lying half on the sofa, holding a bag of potato chips in her hand, and watching the news.
Although her pajamas were not see-through, they couldn't help but reveal a lot. It was a suspender dress, a bit short, and her two big white legs were dangling in front of my eyes.
But in my current situation, I can’t even get enough blood supply, and I don’t have any random thoughts in my mind.
I just feel that although Sophia looks good, has a mature figure, and is merciless in her actions, but after taking off her identity as a saint, she now looks just like an ordinary girl.
It feels like a pity that such a girl who is good on the outside and on the inside cannot live past the age of thirty.
I walked over to her and sat down: "I'm wearing so little, you really don't treat me like an outsider."
"You can wear short skirts and tube tops outside. Isn't it normal to wear pajamas like this at home?"
She stood up and handed me the potato chips: "You can eat it, I'm going to take a shower too."
I took the potato chips and followed her example, half-lying down. Although I didn’t understand, I just watched the scenes on TV to pass the time.
But before Sophia entered the bathroom, she suddenly turned back and asked me: "You don't really want to experience the exotic customs, right? I know that the identity of a saint is very attractive to you men.
But God’s constraints dictate that we cannot use ourselves as bargaining chips to make transactions. If you are interested, I can choose one of the candidate saints of the Holy See to exchange the spell with you. Please consider it.”