The waiter walked in front, followed by Beses, and finally Cheng Qianxun and Sneijder.
Cheng Qianxun asked tentatively: "Manager, you seem to have been serving Satan Beelzebub here for a long time."
"No, not long..."
Beses stammered in reply: "Only a hundred, more than a hundred years.
Ever since I defeated the former manager."
One hundred years is not long.
Cheng Qianxun asked curiously: "What about the former manager?"
Beese's stammering became even more severe at this time: "Been eaten by the Lord, Master."
Thinking of Beelzebub eating people, his scalp suddenly felt numb.
It turns out that the general manager also competes, and the capable ones are promoted, while the weak ones are eliminated.
"I, I'm good at cooking."
Bieses chuckled sheepishly: "I don't even have one.
I didn't expect to survive and become the general manager."
Could it be that all this is to eliminate the weak and keep the strong?
But it doesn't seem to be the case.
Beses is cooking and cooking, and they are struggling to survive.
I feel that Bieses has no scheming ideas and is an honest person.
So Cheng Qianxun asked softly: "What is the reason why we climb up every time?"
"For, for..."
After gasping for breath, Beses covered his mouth with his hands: "I can't tell you."
So Sneijder immediately changed the question: "Has anyone ever succeeded?"
"Yes, some" Beses laughed: "Ramses II; Solomon; Arthur; Shapur II; Louis XIV; Napoleon; Hitler...
Actually, there are quite a few. ” These famous people are like thunder.
Sneijder asked incredulously: "They have all been to the underworld."
"Oh, oh."
Beses scratched the back of his head, looking like he was thinking.
He looked more and more stupid: "Say, I said it wrong.
Some came, came, and won; some summoned Satan to sign the contract."
The more I listened, the more confused I became.
Some of these men succeeded and became emperors, with many wives and concubines, especially Solomon, who is said to have had more than a thousand wives.
Whether exaggerated or true, in Israel a thousand years ago and with such a small population, having so many women was nothing short of godlike.
It is said that he wrote the Bible, so why is he related to Satan in the underworld?
And some ended in failure.
Did Satan abandon them?
Let them lose the power to continue to rule When he was still about to ask, the waiter stopped and said respectfully: "You two, here we are."
Asking too many questions may not be beneficial to you, so Cheng Qianxun chose a door at random, turned around and said goodbye to Sneijder: "Good night."
Sneijder smiled: "Good night."
"Thank you, steward, and good night."
Then she said goodbye to Beses, then said good night to the waiter before entering the room.
After entering the room, I thought I had gone back to the Middle Ages when I didn't take a bath for a thousand years.
I really wanted to take a good soak, so I turned into a bathtub in a white void.
Let's do a Chinese landscape this time.
Her fingers are like a paintbrush, tapping lightly.
A small waterfall appeared.
Slightly hot hot springs pour down from a height of one meter; point your finger a little lower.
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A small open-air pond with crystal clear water. . .
There should also be flower petals on it, then peach blossoms.
There are pink and green willows in a circle; there are also birds, the orioles are the best. . .
A beautiful picture was painted.
She smiled with satisfaction and took a deep breath.
Unfortunately, there was no fragrance.
Items, even living things, can be transformed, and they can have temperature, but without the original fragrance, they are just similar in spirit.
I walked out of the warm water and sat down, leaning on the edge, watching the peach blossoms falling from the trees and floating on the water, with a thick layer of pink floating on the water.
She held up a bunch of pink peach petals and murmured to herself: "I wonder if he will come again..."
A gust of wind blew by, the long green wicker swayed, and more pink petals fell.
She raised her head with a smile and looked at the familiar tall black figure that appeared in front of her: "It's great that you're here.
I finally see you alive again."
The black-winged angel was still dressed in pitch black, incompatible with the gorgeous and unreal environment around him, but it seemed as if he had been there before and had never left.
He still lowered his head slightly, looking at Cheng Qianxun soaking in a pool of spring water, silently.
"It's really tiring to live."
Cheng Qianxun knew that the black-winged angel would not speak easily and always cherished his words like gold.
So she wanted to talk more and was willing to talk more, because the angel could stay with her for a while longer: "This time it was really dangerous.
I knew that I was the weakest in the team, and even the children were stronger than me.
This is It was my first time to kill someone, and I felt really bad, but if I didn’t kill him, others would die, even me.”
At this moment she stopped, not knowing what was going on in her mind, just in a daze.
When she drew the knife across her neck, she felt the sting of the cold blade cutting through the skin and flesh, and even cutting the blood vessels.
There was a slight difference; then it was like looking into a mirror, but it was not her own reflection in the mirror. , but Jeffrey.
A large gash was opened in his neck.
The flesh rolled and blood immediately spurted out from the wound.
He bulged his eyes, opened his mouth, and dropped the knife in his hand. . .
If you were alive, you would probably never forget the terrifying appearance of Jeffrey.
It was as if time had slowed down.
You could clearly see his every movement, every facial expression, and even the smallest details magnified, such as his blue eyes.
The temporary fear was revealed in his beautiful eyes.
"Are you feeling guilty after killing someone?"
The black-winged angel spoke, causing Cheng Qianxun to return from his memories.
He asked slowly and lowly: "Many people are like this.
They don't feel such a strong sense of guilt for killing other living beings.
Are people born noble?"
Cheng Qianxun was stunned, thought for a moment and then replied: "Because they are the same kind."
"It's normal to kill each other.
It's all about survival."
The black-winged angel's voice was very nice, and when he said this, like other times, he rarely had any emotion.
Cannibalistic male lions will defeat or even kill other male lions in order to compete for territory; they will even kill the opponent's underage cubs.
Even a small bird can fight to the death for food, breeding, and a better nesting site.
And human history is full of wars and killings.
"But people are thoughtful and have the ability to avoid killing each other as much as possible."
After Cheng Qianxun finished speaking, he sighed slightly: "Maybe the ability is not enough."
She failed to stop Jeffrey from killing his teammates, and she failed to make him put down the knife.
In the human world, countless tragedies have not stopped because of the law.
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Some high-level people even use various reasons to direct people to go to war and massacre their own kind.
In the Middle Ages, under the banner of religion, people blindly amassed money.
When the fire was blazing, burning the people who were still alive; heart-rending screams were heard, but the surrounding people were cheering for the same kind; and words were muttered in the mouth. , the clergy who shouted "Forgive him, forgive his soul" and other words, but were ready to collect money.
When smart people look back at history, the more they look at it, the more they feel the ugliness of human beings.
She understood something immediately and sighed slightly: "Yes, evil people do not deserve redemption.
I did the right thing, and I should not feel guilty; in order to survive, you have to fight to the death.
You can only treat them with tooth for tooth, blood for blood."
The black-winged angel looked down at her, as if there were a pair of invisible eyes looking directly at her in the dark cloak: "Then why are you sighing?"
Cheng Qianxun laughed suddenly, trying to get rid of the gloom in her heart.
She didn't want the angel to see any gloom, so she tried her best to smile: "Because I still hope to encounter less evil people.
To fight tooth for tooth is just to deal with evil people, and there are still good people in the world.
"There should be no mercy for evil people, but help and support for good people."
After a while the angel asked: "Who do you think you are?"
Cheng Qianxun turned his head and thought for a moment, was she considered a good person?
She had already killed someone, and she was only a twelve-year-old child.
In the eyes of many people who did not understand the whole process, she was an inhumane murderer.
She smiled and replied: "I will try my best to be a good person, but of course in order to live, I will not be a Virgin.
I don't have any divine light to protect me, and angels are protecting me.
I am just a mortal.
In order to live, I can only kill first."
The one who deserves to be killed.”
"So what do you think shouldn't be killed?"
the angel asked again.
Cheng Qianxun could no longer force a smile.
This was also what worried her, fearing that one day the knife would be aimed at her teammates, Sneijder, Reiger, and Rudolph.
Her eyes were blurred, and she laughed again, wiping her eyes with her fingers: "It's annoying, it must be dust getting into my eyes.
In fact, it's okay to do this, just to prove that I still have a soul.
When I feel nothing anymore, the difference between living and dying What’s the difference?”
The angel asked briefly: "What is the soul?"
After thinking about it, Cheng Qianxun replied firmly: "The soul should be human nature, good thoughts, not the primitive instinct of animal nature.
I hope that every day and every moment I live, there will still be a human soul, and I will not let kindness The thoughts are consumed in the layers of killing.”
The angel looked at her, and his voice seemed to become a little softer.
Maybe it was just her imagination: "I hope you can do it."
His unusually tall black figure gradually faded away amid the red flowers, green willows, and gentle murmur of heat.
Cheng Qianxun watched the angel leave until the last figure like black smoke disappeared without a trace.
She looked down at herself and smiled to herself: "Maybe I'll think about him again after I take a shower."
Lying on the comfortable bed, I was tossing and turning not thinking about angels, but analyzing what would happen next.
I kept thinking about it and fell asleep.
I don't know when I fell asleep.
"Get up, get up, a wonderful day has begun.
I must continue to work hard today..."
When the sharp voice sounded, Cheng Qianxun's mood was extremely bad.
How could she forget this bad mouth?
She suddenly sat up from the bed in an extremely irritable manner, staring angrily at the big red mouth that was making noise, spitting and screaming.
That exaggerated red mouth probably had a memory storage function, and he screamed: "When you wake up, I will dodge..."
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He said dodge like a ninja, and the red shadow disappeared in a flash.
It was soon time to get up.
Cheng Qianxun stretched out, lifted the quilt and got up
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