She couldn't sleep.
Where was the soul that held her body more than ten hours ago?
Thinking of her past relationship with Julian, Cheng Qianxun felt heartache again.
Her eyes became sad again, as if she was talking to herself: "I hope there will be no more deaths and no more partings.
I don't want to see anyone die, not even one."
"Yes, yes.
This time, Julian is still alive in a sense, isn't he?"
Sneijder comforted her and kissed her again.
Then his eyes looked a little different, and he kissed her lips again, then her neck, and then down. . .
"No."
Cheng Qianxun blocked it with his hands and refused.
Sneijder's originally full eyes suddenly dimmed.
He hugged Cheng Qianxun tightly, as if he was afraid of losing her, and his voice became less confident: "You don't love me anymore.
I know Julian loves you very much.
But I love you too."
He said with difficulty and deep apology: "I know that I failed to protect you.
If I had the ability, you would not fall in love with Julian.
Qianxun, don't let me lose you, otherwise the person I would rather disappear is me. ” Sneijder is a good man.
If other men, especially those with perverted feudal ideas, still think it's the woman's fault, why don't they die to show their determination and preserve their moral integrity?
Cheng Qianxun rested his head on Sneijder's chest and murmured tiredly: "Sneijder, this is not your fault...
Just don't do it tonight."
Although Julian was not considered dead, it was indeed a bit unreasonable that he fell into the arms of other men as soon as he left.
As long as you don't really love him anymore, just leave him.
Sneijder breathed a sigh of relief and could feel his tense muscles relax.
After hesitating, he said: "Actually, I was worried about it at first.
Later, after Julian and I merged, many of his thoughts influenced me.
The body is only the carrier of the soul.
In critical times, life is more important.
He has a period of time to grow up.
He left me, I became him, and we became the same person, so there is nothing I can’t let go of.”
He continued to comfort: "Julian must be very satisfied with this result.
Scientists like him have spent their lives trying to discover things that humans don't know and challenge the limits.
Don't be sad anymore.
I really envy him.
We Even after his undead spirit became scum, he could still exist in Pluto’s consciousness.”
It is true that he will enjoy eternal blessings and live as long as heaven. . .
Julian also said this to her at the last moment, which may really be the best ending.
Cheng Qianxun slowly let go.
What could she do if she didn't let go?
She had to live on.
Sneijder watched Cheng Qianxun close his eyes and pursed the corners of his mouth slightly.
He didn't know whether it was a smile or a bitter smile.
So he kissed her again, hugged her and lay on the bed, staying with her quietly.
The next day, the gentle flow of water and the sound of birdsong sounded, and Cheng Qianxun opened his eyes.
Sneed lay beside her.
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He asked with a smile: "Is this sound of reminding you to wake up okay?"
It is indeed much better than that loud alarm clock.
She tried to sit up, but her body felt heavy, her eyes felt a little dry, and her eyelids were swollen.
Look at how Cheng Qianxun can't get up.
So Sneijder asked her to lie down, covered her with a quilt, and kissed her on the cheek: "I went out and said you need to rest, and ordered some breakfast to come in and eat with you."
Cheng Qianxun nodded, closed his eyes and continued to sleep.
I felt that Sneijder walked out, and his teammates and Mathais were already waiting at the door.
After a while, Sneijder came in again.
He said gently: "Qianxun, get up, I said I will continue today."
He had to continue after just one night's sleep.
Abaddon was really impatient.
Cheng Qianxun could only get up and follow Sneijder out.
Rudolph and Gordon looked at Cheng Chihiro, and Matsyssess shook his head and pouting: "Oh.
The complexion is so poor, how can I climb the stairs, let's go for breakfast first before talking."
Although Mathes is hypocritical and philistine, he is still quite good sometimes.
Cheng Qianxun thanked us: "Thank you very much, manager.
You have always taken good care of us along the way.
The food and accommodation are very good."
"Oh, I see what you said."
Mathais smiled so much that the powder fell off his face.
Probably only the richest Mammon could afford to supply so much powder.
If you apply flour every day, it will be enough to fill a fifty-pound bag of flour in a year.
He smiled broadly, twisted his neck slightly, and said with the ostentatious affectation of the French court in the eighteenth century: "This is my job."
"I still have to say it."
Cheng Qianxun smiled weakly: "I may die at any time.
If I don't say it, I don't know if I will have the chance to say thank you in front of the manager."
Mathais was stunned for a moment, then smiled a little unnaturally, with a somewhat comforting tone: "As long as you can survive, there is no obstacle that cannot be overcome, and there is no tomorrow that cannot be reached.
Why don't you just go and have dinner here?
Well, fill yourself up with the good food made by Beses, which can be regarded as a reward, let’s go.”
He turned around and led the way.
Unlike the past when he held a scepter and bounced or staggered gracefully from time to time, he walked very steadily today.
When they arrived at the restaurant, they didn't need to conjure up anything.
The people in the underworld already knew their tempers and placed a round table in a suitable position with four chairs next to it.
The table is full of things that suit the four people's tastes and their usual favorites.
Cheng Qianxun sat down, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of fried shrimp and put it in his mouth.
He said to Beeses next to him: "Please, Manager Beeses, please serve me a dish made of tofu."
"Tofu" Bieses put his fat fingers into his tall chef's hat, scratched his scalp, and then smiled proudly: "Okay, no problem.
If you want Mapo Tofu, Lao Doufu or Tofu Nao, it's better to repay him."
A dish name.”
In the East, tofu can be turned into more than a hundred different flavors.
Cheng Qianxun said calmly: "Just ordinary tofu soup."
Everyone started eating, and after a while, the tofu soup came on the stage.
Gordon took a spoonful and tasted it: "It's quite delicious and light."
He must be thinking that he has a bad appetite and wants to eat some soft food.
Cheng Qianxun looked at the bowl of minced meat and tofu soup sprinkled with green onion: "In our place, whenever someone dies and the funeral is completed, no matter whether the dishes are sumptuous or not, there will be a soup or dish made of tofu, called Tofu rice.
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Too many people died along the way, so let’s eat a bowl of tofu soup in memory of them.”
The three teammates suddenly sighed or took a breath.
Yes, they lost count of how many people died along the way.
Some people are meant to die, and some people don't deserve to die.
But they are all dead.
Only they are alive.
Sneijder said to Bieses: "Excuse me, manager, please serve a bowl of tofu soup with every meal from now on."
"Okay, okay, no problem."
Bieses still smiled honestly.
For him, as long as someone likes the food he cooks, he is happy.
After the three teammates finished drinking, they scooped up a bowl of soup in silence.
The deceased was gone, and this was the only way Liao Biao could remember him.
Mathais shook his handkerchief and sighed: "Why are you getting to the end?
The more sentimental you are, the more heartless you are."
"Have you finished eating?"
Abaddon suddenly emerged from the darkness with the throne.
He slapped the handle of the chair and shouted, looking anxious: "Hurry up and start.
Let's start."
I was only halfway through the meal when I said it was time to start.
Mathais immediately waved the handkerchief in his hand.
He raised his hands and saluted: "Great Satan Abaddon, I have to wait for other Satan masters to arrive."
"Hurry, where are the people?"
Abaddon spoke in a loud voice, urging to the side: "Where are the people, come out quickly, what are you doing?"
Other Satans sat on thrones and slowly emerged from the darkness.
Lassis was still sitting on Lasmondis' lap.
Jiao Didi said: "It's so early, I haven't had enough sleep yet.
You know, serving my Lord Satan is very tiring."
Everyone was sweating when they saw Lasmondis looking so happy.
Thinking about Satan's size, did Lasmondis shrink his figure when Lasses was serving him?
Otherwise, how can I bear it?
It can be stabbed directly into the throat from bottom to top.
Levidan snorted coldly: "Be patient, we won't die so soon.
This time the fun is over, what will happen in the next days?"
Of course Belial was still sleeping.
He could wake up like a flash in the pan.
Beelzebub said leisurely: "Forget it for today, the four of us haven't had a good rest, how can our performance be wonderful?"
"Master" Asais lowered his head timidly and pointed his fingers at each other: "That, this, today is really too urgent, how about tomorrow?"
"I said today is the day."
Abaddon slapped down the little lolita-like Asais.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah," Assese floated down to Abaddon's feet like a piece of paper, and then she inflated her breath, and her body immediately floated like an inflated balloon.
She had her cheeks blocked, her whole body was round, and she looked indescribably amusing.
Slowly and leisurely, he floated to the handle of the throne, exhaled, and changed back to his original appearance, with a flat mouth: "Hit me again, sooner or later I will be beaten to death by you, then no one will hide and seek with someone; no one will tell stories.
To someone; no one is telling someone not to be angry.”
"Are you done yet?"
Abaddon said angrily.
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But Assais still babbled in a childish voice: "No one sings a lullaby to someone at night; no one covers someone in bed when you kick the quilt; no one covers someone when you wet the bed. , said it was his own urine. " Her mouth was covered by a finger because she was too small compared to Abaddon's figure.
Abaddon stretched out a finger with one hand to block her back, and blocked himself with the finger of the other hand.
If the manager keeps talking, more and more revelations may come out.
He yelled in embarrassment: "What are you talking about about bed-wetting?"
Whether it's true or not, it makes everyone burst into laughter.
Abaddon was so angry that he let go of his hand and cursed: "You can't be beaten to death."
"But it hurts after the beating."
Asais raised his pink lips and looked at Abaddon sadly, making everyone laugh again: "If you hit me again, I will continue to talk."
Just after he finished speaking, another slap came down, and Asais fell like a piece of paper.
Abaddon held his chin in his hand and said angrily: "Say it, just say it.
Whatever."
After laughing enough, and returning to the topic, Levidan asked with a bit of yin and yang: "Who asked us to come out, and whether we will continue today?"
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