I admit that the demon's methods are more ruthless and despicable than mine, but this is also based on the perspective of strength.
It must first have the ability to resist Sophia's strongest state and fundamentally undermine her belief before it can bewitch her to swear an oath in the name of Satan. If I had this ability, I could do it.
But no matter how I say the result is good, Sofia's current state has also eliminated some of my worries.
Originally, I thought about not going too far, just stop at the point and leave some room for this woman to turn around. Since she was so shameless and had the idea of letting Sergey kill me, don't blame me for using any means necessary.
Sitting in the car, Sophia's clothes were a little messy. She carefully looked at me through the rearview mirror: "What should I call you in the future? Master, or..."
"No need, just call me what you called me before."
I felt a little uncomfortable hearing what she said. I followed her with a shout of "Master, Master". I didn't know and thought we two had some special hobbies.
I also felt a little soft-hearted. Thinking of Sophia's identity and looking at her current appearance, I felt a little pity for her: "Do your best to help me from now on. I will not touch your little lover, nor will I touch your family.
When this matter is over, I will take the initiative to give up the constraints of my oath. Whether you can be your saint or your patriarch, it has nothing to do with me. The more diligent you are in doing things, the faster you will be free, do you understand?"
"I will obey as long as it is your order."
She seems to have accepted her identity, and there is no longer any trace of unwillingness.
God is omnipotent, this is a doctrine that believers have always believed in.
But the inner demon effortlessly neutralized her strongest attack against the miracle. In Sophia's eyes, only God could do this.
Maybe she is still devout now, but has just changed her faith. Thinking of this, I suddenly felt a bit ridiculous. The joke I made in the bar a few days ago turned out to be true.
It was quiet all the way, and the car stopped in front of the villa.
I have regained that kind of stubborn virtue, with seven hands and seven hands, rolling my eyes, and a trace of saliva hanging from the corner of my mouth. After adding in the mental energy, my pale face looks like ten years of cerebral congestion.
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So when Sophia helped me to Alexander's study, he was confused the moment he saw me: "What happened? Why did this Khitan become like this?"
"It was Sergey. He suddenly came to my house and attacked Gu Yan in a sneak attack."
"Where are the Sergei men?"
"He was injured by Gu Yan's protective spirit beast and fell into a coma. He should still be there."
"Reckless, this imbecile with only muscles in his mind is a waste!"
Alexander slapped the chair in front of him, breaking the wooden armrest into two pieces: "The negotiation with Zhuo Yi was not going well in the first place, and he still caused me such trouble. I really don't know what Nikolaev was thinking.
, find him as your heir, and the Pushkin family will be destroyed!"
This made Alexander so angry that the fat all over his body was shaking.
I mumbled vaguely: "Hospital... take me to a doctor quickly, I might not be able to survive..."
Alexander frowned: "What is he talking about?"
"Gu Yan said that he is dying and needs to go to the hospital."
"He might as well be dead. I can't wait to let God bring judgment and purify all heretics like him and Zhuo Yi!"
Not sure I can understand Russian, Alexander complained angrily again.
After thinking for a moment, he told Sophia: "Don't translate this sentence, tell him for me, just say that the priests of the Holy See will find ways to help him heal.
You send him to your room and call some of the most powerful priests to wash him. Zhuo Yi will be there in a moment. Be sure to heal this Khitan man's injuries before she comes, otherwise he will be in big trouble.
Also, ask someone to go downstairs to your house to see if Sergei is dead. If he is dead, throw him into the sea. If he is not dead, let him change his clothes and attend the evening banquet on time. Tell him that if he doesn’t give it to Gu Yan personally
Apologize, once the negotiation fails, all the fault will be placed on the Pushkin family, go ahead!"
After a series of brief instructions, everyone in the room started to move.
Sofia helped me walk to her room. As soon as I entered the door, I yawned: "What is washing?"
"It is to use holy light to help people get rid of diseases and recover their injuries."
"Then the holy light won't directly purify me, right?"
"No, that is a very gentle holy light, not offensive in any way."
Sofia helped me take off my shoes and coat, guided me to lie down on the big soft bed, and then stood aside respectfully.
This made me feel very weird. When I first met her, she was a very special and individual woman in my eyes, but in the blink of an eye she became a servant-like person.
I feel so soulless, I no longer feel the novelty of controlling someone, and staying with her feels more and more boring.
"Go and do your business. Remember the plan I told you this morning. When Zhuo Yi comes, you must cooperate well."
"I will."
She saluted me and then quietly withdrew.
"Oh shit, isn't this just a walking corpse?"
I sighed in my heart: "It's so boring. She has no self-awareness at all now, and her soul has been hollowed out. I really don't understand what kind of sense of accomplishment those gods can get from being believed by such a group of people."
"You can't even imagine how happy they are."
He let out two cold laughs, with a hint of disdain in the inner demon's tone: "When you have the chance to go to that paradise, you will know what those so-called gods are doing, men stealing and women prostituted."
I was quite puzzled: "After all, it is the belief of more than a billion people. Those gods are not so unbearable, right?"
"You have to figure out the difference between God and God."
I can imagine the inner demon shaking his head: "God, like the Three Pure Ones, evolved from the way of heaven, and naturally does not have these earthly desires.
But those so-called gods are no different from Duan Tian and the kings of hell. They all have their own thoughts, calculations and demands. What you said is to the point. If he doesn't want to play with these saints, why should he let people stay pure?
Isn’t it like melon fields and plum blossoms?”
"It took me a long time and it was really because of this."
I was shocked and couldn't help but sigh: "Damn it, if you want to put it that way, am I doing a good thing by letting Sophia leave the Holy See? This is to help her get rid of the fate of becoming a tool to vent her sexual desires."
The inner demon sneered "hehe" and said nothing.
I shrugged: "But I still feel bored. Anyway, she is not attractive to me at all. If you are interested, you can deal with her as soon as you recover."
"I'm not interested in him anymore. If the saint turns into a slut, then what's the point of falling in love with her? It's all because of you, a loser. If you hold her back, will I go out of my way to turn her into this?"
"Putting the blame on my head, right?"
"This is your problem to begin with, you must compensate me."
The inner demon's tone was somewhat evil: "Quickly resolve the matter at hand, and then fly to Western Europe. I can't wait to know whether the saint of the Angsa people in the West will also have this aloof appearance."